In The Silence, There Are Glimmers

•December 5, 2014 • 9 Comments

This is going to be another difficult post. Part of me doesn’t want to write this, and part knows that I need to, for me.

Things have not been good for me. Maybe some of you guessed that, based on the silence here and pretty much everywhere else. I’ve been scarce for a lot of reasons, but they all come down to this: Things were so bad I couldn’t be anywhere I didn’t have to be.

My new therapist says I have an attitude of “never let them see you sweat,” (he’s right) and I guess that’s one of the reasons for my retreat from all things involving communication. The other is that I just couldn’t cope with anything. But that still comes back to maintaining the facade that I was managing when I haven’t been. The effort of trying to keep going the necessary things in my life, like work, got harder with every day. And of course, I look back now and realize that I wasn’t keeping up the game face as well as I thought I was.

What happened? I broke down. Lost it completely. Worse, I did so in the one place that I swore I would never do that, where no one would suffer for my personal problems. I broke down at work.


Couldn’t stop.

Curled against the wall.



I haven’t been sleeping well this year. It’s gotten worse as 2014 has progressed, and by the time I broke down, it was as bad as it’s ever been before, maybe worse. That always makes coping harder, and I was exhausted. Mentally. Physically. I was also exhausted from a long fight with two lung infections back to back. I was done, not that I was willing to admit that to myself.

Worse, I felt so alone, even though I know in my head I’m not. People here and on other social media have made it clear I’m not, that they’re there if I need them. But I felt alone in my heart. Some of it was from being so sick in a city where I only know people at work. I hadn’t felt alone here, physically alone like that, until now. My family and all my friends are physically far away and something about being so ill made me realize it more. Or maybe it just bothered me more? I’m still sorting through that.

In any case, everything piled on and I was at the end of my ability to hold it together. I lost that little bit I was holding on to somehow.

I was lucky enough that a work friend was there, that she realized how bad it was and offered to take me to get help. She said it’s an indication to her of what rough shape I was in that I didn’t argue with her about that. She’s right.

So I checked myself into the hospital. Psych Emerg.

It was scary, and in some ways embarrassing. But it was the right place for me to be that day.

It’s not a place I’d want to visit casually, but it was the only thing to do that day.

It wasn’t a long stay, but the effects of taking that action are reverberating through my life in a way that is leaving me with a little hope. I haven’t had much of that for the last few months. Maybe longer. I sometimes shy away from admitting the truth to myself, especially when it’s about how bad things are.

I may be gone a little while longer. I don’t know. But understand that I am getting help. A team’s worth of help. I have the grace of being employed by a very caring company and having a compassionate manager and coworkers. Each one of these things I am deeply grateful for right now.

I’m trying to find my feet again. That’s going to take some work, and I don’t know how long that’ll take. It’s going to require some changes in my life, and I’m not sure yet what all of them will be. The biggest, and frankly the hardest, is starting to take care of myself and my needs. Man, that was hard to even write. I need to assert in my own head that I am worthy of self-care.

For those wondering, writing is on hold right now and for the foreseeable future. I’m sorry, but I can’t. I’m not sure when I’ll get back to it. At the moment, I’m not even sure if I will.

I miss you guys, and I hope I’ll be back. But I don’t know. I’m mostly trying to deal with today. Every day, I deal with today. Plans will have to wait for a more whole me, one who can be present for them. Who may one day even be able to enjoy whatever the future might hold.

NEW RELEASE: My Life Beyond The Grave, by Kai Kiriyama

•October 28, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Now, you might recall me sharing with you the wonderful cover for my friend Kai’s upcoming novel, My Life Beyond The Grave. This fictional memoire by Dracula looks fabulous and I can’t wait to give it a read. It’s definitely next on my TBR list. I love the concept, an account of Dracula’s life from his own perspective. You may have noticed my general love of vampires and I’m eager to see what Kai’s done with it. I know it’ll be good, because she’s a very talented writer.

The good news is that your wait for this book is over! Yes! Today is the release day for My Life Beyond The Grave! And I even have a treat for you, an excerpt from the book. Read on.


TITLE: My Life Beyond the Grave: The Untold Story of Vlad Dracula (A Famous Monster Memoir)

AUTHOR: Kai Kiriyama

GENRE: Fiction – Memoir


From Kai: MY LIFE BEYOND THE GRAVE is a project dear to my heart, a pet project that combines my love of vampire mythology and my love of macabre history. Dracula has always held me in thrall, ever since I was first introduced to him when I was 10 or so. (And it was, I must admit, through Dracula Dead and Loving It that I really fell in love with him.) This book represents a love affair that I’ve had with Dracula ever since. I’ve taken history and given it a new life in this book. This is my coming of age Dracula story, a look at the history and an examination of a man who must forever live with the sins he committed as a human. I hope that this book will rekindle your love for Dracula, and for vampires. Thank you for checking me out.


And of course, a HUGE thank you to my lovely, gracious, wonderful hosts here. I couldn’t do this without your support. Thank you. xx

-Kai Kiriyama


SYNOPSIS: “I have lived a life worth speaking about, and have seen things that would leave a modern man weeping in fear. I have outlived my entire family and have lived to see a time that one could not think possible. I have traveled the globe, and I have spread an empire greater than anything that I could have ever accomplished in my mortal life.

I am here to speak of these accomplishments, to tell my story for once without the smoke and mirrors of the silver screen, or the whispers in the dark of a pub where it’s better that you pretend you don’t notice the regal, pale man in the corner who hasn’t touched his drink. I don’t expect you to believe everything that I say here in these pages, but this is my truth as I know it to be.

My name is Vlad Tepes Dracul, and I am here to tell you my story.”



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As with all men, even I had to die.

According to the history books, and yes, I am narcissistic enough that I went back and checked the facts to see what people have been led to believe about me, I was killed in a skirmish somewhere that no one is quite certain of, and that the exact date of my death is up for debate.

They also say that the men who killed me took my head back to Constantinople. Obviously that is a damn lie. Immortal though I am, removing my head will kill me permanently. That was one of the first things that I was taught when I awoke as a vampire for the first time. Furthermore, I didn’t die by the road in a skirmish when they say that I did. There’s a reason that the history books have no accurate date for my death. Did you ever think to question why?

The scholars believe in part that it was to keep morale up, that the men fighting with me during my short third reign didn’t want to admit that I was dead, and that they fought hard to keep my death a secret, and to keep my remains from being taken to Constantinople.

That was not true. Well, it was partly true, but my head was not removed from my body.

The person who was killed and thought to be me was one of my doubles. I had hired three men to pretend to be me. They were given explicit instructions and were made up to resemble me ever more closely than they already did.

My wife was not aware of this fact, however, and I made sure that she believed me to be dead when the reports reached her ears. As soon as that part of the ruse was completed, I never saw my wife again.

It pains me to this day that I was never able to live a life with her, and I don’t know if I was ever a father, or if she remarried. I chose to leave that part of me behind when I became the thing that I am now, and I have never even considered the thought of finding a woman to bring into this new life of mine. I wouldn’t wish this on anyone who I cared about. It isn’t as glamorous as the movies make it seem.

My death as a mortal happened at the end of October. It was when my contract was set to expire, and when my reign as Prince Dracul would end forever. I made the deal when I was in prison and feverish and I don’t remember what the terms were, I was convinced that I was talking to myself the whole time, but here I am.

The only regret that I have is that I was not given more time.

I suppose that, looking back on it, I would have been killed sooner than I would have liked had I not been given over to the unlife I live now.

I was just beginning to enjoy being Prince again. The old bloodlust returned, the fierce pride in my kingdom, the desire to make it better. I am, after all, my father’s son.

I was not ready to go, and two months into my final reign and I was forced to give it all up, instead of using my powers to rule as an immortal Prince and put and end to the fighting once and for all. Alas, I was unwelcome in my homeland once the deed was completed.

So I allowed my death to be exaggerated and my doubles were killed in different skirmishes. My “head” was brought to Constantinople when my third and final double was killed and it solidified the end of Vlad Dracul.

I was, however, already dead by the time this was happening. I died on the night of October 31 and was reborn in the early hours of November 1 in the year of 1476.

My mortal death was one that was not greeted by a funeral. Neither deaths that I suffered through were particularly peaceful or celebrated in the way that you would want it to be. The men who were my doubles were treated poorly, hastily buried when it was realized that they were not truly me, and spit upon and cursed for their treachery and lies. My first two doubles were left in shallow, unmarked graves where they fell. My men in both skirmishes were beaten back as the Ottoman forces grew more determined to take the body of Vlad Dracul back to their leaders.

When it was discovered that I had tricked them, the Ottoman forces were in such a rage that stories of their anger spread across the country like wildfire. I had tricked them, twice, and sent them into a howling fit. I had made them a laughingstock across the country and word of their stupidity passed the lips of everyone who had once feared them. This would be the quiet legacy of mine that would colour the stories of my brutality. Vlad Tepes was as clever as he was brutal, and not even the Turks were safe from my trickery.

I watched these things happen from a distance, unable to help, unable to interfere lest I truly be caught and killed. I was already living on borrowed time, and I had so much to do to set my affairs in order before I was to be whisked away from my mortal life and taken into the clutches of the dark of night as a vampire.

I certainly did not get everything done that I had wanted to and the creature who had offered me immortality came to collect his due right on schedule.

I fought against him for a week.

“Mortal one, it is time,” he said the first night he found me. I was going over military strategies for the next leg of the fighting that I was about to lead.

“I cannot come with you right now,” I argued. “We are winning for the first time in weeks, and I am desperate to take this next leg of the journey. What is one more night without me when there are hundreds of men, my own and Ottoman alike, upon whom you may feed?”

“You drive a hard bargain, little Mortal, but I will allow it.”

I argued with him this way for a week. Always one last thing to do. One last leg of the battle, one last conquest, one last woman. One more night, master, please, I beg you.

I was taken in the night, without warning. I had no time to argue with him when he had made up his mind that I had to be stopped. At this time, my “head” was just arriving in Constantinople, and I hadn’t seen my men that day. As far as they knew, I had been killed on the battlefield, when really I had been in a small hovel, hiding and trying not to let my men know that I had not been killed. My master came upon me that night as soon as there was no one around. I was reading by candlelight, waiting for my men to arrive with reports. I had two men I trusted with the plan of my doubles, and they had been keeping me abreast of all the happenings of the war in my absence. My master arrived and startled me.

“You are not who I was expecting,” I told him, brusquely.

“Your men believe you dead.”

“Not all,” I snapped. “I have men who know the truth.”

“And I have stepped in and bent their minds. They now know you are dead, there is no more time to stall.”

Whatever he did to me, I could not argue. He was upon me in a flash. I could not scream, I could not fight back, I had lost control of my body and my mind and I fell into stunned silence as he fell upon me with the swiftness of a wolf. I sat there, reeling from the wounds inflicted upon me that would grant me my immortality; I felt that I had not accomplished enough. I was forty-five years old when I died. I was alone, in a hovel, left to die as my blood seeped out from two delicate holes in my neck. I was left to suffer through the slowing of my heart; with nothing to keep me company except the memories of life only half lived. I hoped that I would see my brothers soon, that I would join them in death to be welcomed into their embrace in the afterlife, but that was not true. I forgot that, as my life drained away and my breathing became shallow and laboured, that I would not be joining them. Not yet.

I still had a contract that needed to be fulfilled.

Spirit Ink by J. Elizabeth Hill

•October 18, 2014 • Leave a Comment


Hey guys, can I interest you in a short story? This is the one I struggled with all last month and I’d really love it if you’d read and let me know what you think. Thank you! And thank you Mari for inviting me to be part of this. :)

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We’ve got the great J. Elizabeth Hill today with this awesome story. I so love it. Magic…. and tattoos, I want one like this. I’ll let you all read it. As always her links are at the bottom.
Thank you, J. Elizabeth for being here and sharing this wonderful story with us today.

Spirit Ink

Allia felt warmth spread through her shoulder and down her arm to the elbow, a warning she didn’t need as she crouched behind the dumpster. Following Samuel wasn’t safe, but she had to know what he was up to. The idea of asking him where he slipped off to every Thursday near dawn was ridiculous. He’d gone to great lengths to keep from being spotted leaving the large house the coven shared. Besides, he was their leader. He’d tell her he didn’t have to explain himself to such a junior member.

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Pushing Myself Forward

•October 12, 2014 • 1 Comment

I guess it’s time for a bit of a progress report. Besides, there are a couple of actual writing things I’d like to talk about. Yes, a post about writing, MY writing. Don’t everyone fall over in shock at once.

Things have been going fairly well for me lately on a personal front. There have been some bad moments, where everything falls apart in my head, but I haven’t had any bad whole days for a week and a half now. I’m calling that a victory. I’m also getting better at redirecting thought patterns I know aren’t good for me. A little better at least. I feel more myself most days, and that’s the best part. Not having to push so hard to get through basic tasks has left me some energy to turn toward things that I want to get back to.

Things like writing, which continues to be a struggle. That said, I did finish a short story recently. Yay, another victory.

I was invited to participate in a series on witches for October, you see. Any story I wanted to tell, it just had to be about witches. I worked on it most of September, which was kind of important since it was supposed to be in by September 30th. I missed that deadline (which I feel terrible about), and was given an extension.

Missing the deadline wasn’t due to lack of trying to write the story. I tried, Dear god, did I try. I had a great little nugget of inspiration at the start. A story set in the same world as Vintage, which I didn’t realize had witches until that point. Color me surprised. Sneaky worlds and stories. ;)

I started writing that story. And then ran into a wall.

I started it again, in a different place this time.

I switched from third person to first. I switched back.

I swore. A lot. May have cried a bit.

I took a walk in the sun and tried not to scream.

Yeah, I was just a little (a lot) frustrated.

Then I realized that, while I need to write that story, it wasn’t the one I needed to write right now. I wasn’t ready, or it wasn’t ready. I’m not entirely sure which yet, but the realization came with such relief and a feeling of rightness that I’m not going to question it or worry for now.

So I flicked through my files of story ideas and found one that worked better. For one thing, that one has always been about witches and their familiars. For another, the base concept still fascinates me as much as it did the day I thought of it.

I also realized there was a story to tell before I could get into the meat of the novel idea, one that would allow me to explore my main character a bit too. I like doing a bit of that before trying to build the story for the novel.

It still took me a few days to write that one, but I got it done in one try. It wasn’t the torrent of story I used to have, but it flowed and I got to write those magical words, “The End.” The people who were kind enough to beta the story liked it. One even asked me to send her the story after this one if I write it. That felt awesome, I have to say.

The short story will be going up in the near future, this month so far as I know. I don’t have a date yet, but when I do, I’ll let you know. And of course, I’ll post a link here when it’s up. I would really love for you guys to read it and let me know what you think when it’s up.

So, what now? I’m still working on that. There are things I need to do, but I don’t know what I want to do. Some of the things I need to do I don’t feel quite up to at the moment (revisions on Vintage, first and foremost on that list). And I don’t know what to write if I do that. A few projects are gently tugging at me, but nothing has quite taken over my brain, so I’m sort of drifting between them still, trying them on for size. We’ll see where I land. Being on vacation now, I’d like to get back into the swing of writing regularly. I’ll keep trying to pick a project. I don’t like drifting like this. I need to push forward, for myself if for no other reason.

COVER REVEAL: My Life Beyond the Grave

•October 8, 2014 • Leave a Comment

My friend Kai Kiriyama is one of the people that make me grateful I joined Twitter in the first place. She’s a tremendously productive, motivated, dedicated and talented writer. I admit, I’m a little in awe of Kai, of the variety of things she does so well, how much she gets done and her tenacity in doing these things. If you’re on Twitter and not following Kai, I really suggest you start now. Go on. I’ll wait.

Kai’s got a new book coming out soon, one I’m looking forward to digging into soon (yes, I’m lucky enough to have an eARC), and today she’s letting me share her beautiful cover with you for the book. Are you ready? Are you sure about that? Okay, if you’re sure…


Isn’t it fantastic? A little more information about My Life Beyond The Grave is in order, I think.

TITLE: My Life Beyond the Grave: The Untold Story of Vlad Dracula (A Famous Monster Memoir)

AUTHOR: Kai Kiriyama

GENRE: Fiction – Memoir

SYNOPSIS: “I have lived a life worth speaking about, and have seen things that would leave a modern man weeping in fear. I have outlived my entire family and have lived to see a time that one could not think possible. I have traveled the globe, and I have spread an empire greater than anything that I could have ever accomplished in my mortal life.

I am here to speak of these accomplishments, to tell my story for once without the smoke and mirrors of the silver screen, or the whispers in the dark of a pub where it’s better that you pretend you don’t notice the regal, pale man in the corner who hasn’t touched his drink. I don’t expect you to believe everything that I say here in these pages, but this is my truth as I know it to be.

My name is Vlad Tepes Dracul, and I am here to tell you my story.”



Kai Kiriyama is a Canadian Asgardian geek with an affinity for Pokemon and Shakespeare. Accomplished at divination through crystals, pendulum, tea leaf reading and palmistry, Kai oftentimes frightens herself (and her clients!) with the accuracy of what she predicts. Convinced that both her to-read and to-write piles will never be completed, Kai tries not to worry too much about it. Oftentimes, you can find her hanging around on Twitter and dispensing dubious advice through her blog.







The One To Value Most

•October 2, 2014 • 6 Comments

There are a lot of things I’m struggling with lately. Some are things I’ve had trouble with my whole life. A few of these I’m finally making some headway with lately though. The biggest one is self-worth.

I’ve never been good at valuing myself. In examine my thoughts and attitudes on this, on me, the parse that comes to mind is “It’s only me.” Wrong attitude, I know. I’m working to change that, but acknowledging this is my starting point. I have always placed more value on everyone in my life, especially those I love, than I ever did in myself.

This isn’t good on a number of levels, partly because I tend not to take proper care of myself. “It’s only me, I can make due with less.” But then it makes it hard to be there for those I care about. But it’s more than just that. I sabotage myself in so many ways because I don’t typically feel worthy of the things I want. Putting myself forward for things at work or home is something I pretty much won’t do if I have any choice. I mean, it’s just me. What could I possibly have to contribute to anything that anyone else couldn’t do? At least, that’s the thought in my head.

If I commit to doing something and it’s for someone else, I will do whatever it takes to get it done. If it’s just to me, like going to the gym on my own, I routinely let it slide. I only promised myself, after all, and it’s okay if I break that promise, even though the thought of breaking a PROMISE to someone else makes me want to cry.

Please note that this last bit makes my commitment to writing over the last few years nothing short of miraculous. I put other things off and avoid making commitments because I need time to write. Maybe there’s hope for me yet? ;)

This “it’s only me” attitude is very evident in the way I let people treat me, to the point that it’s begun to alarm me. Many of the people I know are wonderful and a lot of you remind me that I am valuable. I must be, because some of you definitely think a lot of me. You guys even manage to shock to silence the little voice that whispers about how worthless I am. Some of you have been there for me in ways I would never have expected. Thank you, from the depths of my heart and soul.

But at pretty much every point in my life, I’ve had people who used me for what they wanted and disregarded everything about me that didn’t serve their needs. And in hindsight, it’s occurred to me that I have invited this treatment in some respects. After all, if I won’t value myself enough to demand a certain level of respect, why should others feel compelled to offer it? If I will accept shitty treatment without complaint, how can I expect better?

This post isn’t about blame though, not even assigning it to myself (there’s a whole other post I could make on me and blame). It’s about taking a new step forward in my life. It’s about learning to value, honor and respect myself. It’s about caring for myself properly, and believing in myself. Most of all, it’s about finally refusing to allow those who won’t offer me these things to have any place in my life. It won’t be easy, but I’m going to do it. Because yeah, I’m worth it. And I believe I can do this, that I can turn my thinking around and learn to value myself.

Yesterday, I had a fabulous day. I mean, I felt awesome. I felt that I was awesome. It started with another determination that I was going tot have a good day regardless of what the world sent my way. But then I went a step further.

Music has always been a big thing for me and is to this day. Probably always will be. If you see me walking around the world alone, chances are excellent I have my headphones on. It’s part of my writing too. I need music to write and always create a playlist for my major projects (novels or series). And sometimes, I get a song stuck in my head and just have to listen. I can’t not listen to it.

This last happened yesterday as I started my work day. It was Just The Way You Are, by Bruno Mars. I love this song. The feel of it alone often lifts my mood, unless it was pure black to begin with. But yesterday the lyrics, which I also love, struck me in a new way. I saw, for possibly the first time in my life, that this is the way I SHOULD see myself.

“You’re amazing, Just the way you are.”

That this realization kind of floored me is probably not a good sign of how I’ve treated myself. Okay, that’s not surprising to me. However, that doesn’t mean I can’t change how I am in future, how I view myself, right?

So I listened to that song on repeat all day. Not kidding. I do that sometimes. (My current record is literally a week and a half with one single song on repeat.) I wanted to really internalize that idea, that feeling of me just being awesome for being myself, who I am, no matter what anyone else says, suggests or does.

Wow. The song’s playing in my head now, just from thinking about this. Pardon me. I need to hit play on my iPod…

Anyway, I’m saying that I’m going to try to stick with it, this whole valuing myself, even loving myself. Not because you wonderful people care about me and in many cases think I’m wonderful too. This is something I’m smart enough to know has to come from within. No, I’m amazing just because I am.

I’ve been through some real shit in my life, some of which I’m very much not disposed to talk about. I’ve fought depression for two and a half decades and still managed to accomplish stuff that’s pretty wild and certain worthy of respect from myself. I’ve chased my dreams, put my writing out there and will again in future.

Maybe I’m not perfect and I don’t always do the absolute right thing, but I am amazing and still pushing myself to get even better.

Yes, I owe myself some respect. I am worthy, just because I am.

And I’m not ever going to let anyone tell me otherwise, not for ANY reason ever. I won’t let others who act disrespectfully toward me, or treat me with disregard, to remain in my life. I hereby demand better of the world because I am fucking worth it, dammit. I won’t accept anything less anymore. Especially not from myself.

Fair warning: This new attitude may result in a little more book promo for my own work than I’ve done. It’s my writing and I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished. I’m going to get loud about that. I deserve that too.

I want to close this post by inviting everyone who reads it to recognize your own awesomeness, especially if you struggle with that too. You’ve faced challenges in your life. I know that because we all do. Whatever your struggles, don’t compare them to those of others. Nothing in theirs diminishes yours. Yours are real and difficult and that’s one of the only two things that matter.

The other is that you survived and you’re still moving forward. Whether you do it in big steps or little ones, it doesn’t matter. Size doesn’t dictate value. You are strong enough to keep going. That’s what matters. That makes you fantastic. Acknowledge it. Remember it. Fucking own it. And don’t let anyone treat you as anything less, EVER.

Love you guys. Thanks again for being there. You’re a blessing in my life. Yes, you. All of you.


Come To The Dark Carnival!

•October 1, 2014 • 1 Comment


The air has grown crisp – October is here. With October comes autumn leaves, apple cider, and the siren call of The Dark Carnival.

Will you answer its call? Will you heed the beckon?

The doors are opening.

Will you leave with your life?



In this anthology, several authors and illustrators explore the dark and hidden dangers that lie within a carnival that has come to town. But it is no ordinary carnival. It’s The Dark Carnival.

And when The Dark Carnival comes to town, there’s no promise that anyone can leave…alive.


Edited by: Jolene Haley, Kristen Jett, and Jessi Shakarian

Contributors include: Kat Daemon, Kristen Strassel, Julie Hutchings, C. Elizabeth Vescio, Mark Matthews, Brian W. Taylor, Kim Culpepper, Eli Constant, Mari Wells, J. Elizabeth Hill, Nicole R. Taylor, Ashly Nagrant, Kristin Hanson, Calyn Morgan, Tawney Bland, Roselle Kaes, Ken Mooney, Emily McKeon, Bobby Salomons, Ezekiel Conrad, Sheila Hall, Michelle Davis, Lucas Hargis, Vanessa Henderson, Ryan Bartlett, Debra Kristi, Jessi Esparza, T.A. Brock, Ruth Shedwick, Brian LeTendre, Amy Trueblood, Gregory Carrico, Jamie Corrigan, Kate Michael, Tyle Anne Snell, Alicia Audrey, Meghan Schuler, Jamie Adams, Wulf Francu Godgluck, J.C. Michael, Suzy G., Kristin Rivers, and Claire C. Riley.
*Final lineup subject to change



“What is it you think I’m after?”

He didn’t want to say what he was thinking. He knew it was stupid, the result of watching too much TV before he left home. But her eyes bore in on him, her amused half smile teasing him into saying something. “My soul.”

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