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Motivational Speaker Beaten For Saying He started his Restaurant With One Tin Tomatoes and A Plate

Aishaman boys in Ghana could not hide their anger after a young Entrepreneur who is also a motivational speaker was slapped and whipped for declaring his methodology for setting up his business. According to the information reaching us, most successful people do not reveal their plans in making money but rather, stories which looks like myth.

According to the guys who whipped and slapped the Motivational Speaker, their quest for starting up a business on their own came to a stop after an impossible lie. The guys were angered simply because a man cannot start a restaurant with a plate and tin tomatoes.

This situation angered these new business starters to the extent that, the young motivational speaker was whipped and slapped.

eni4real:
You are are selfish!!
You have too much knowledge to yourself

you are truly a witcher

dalass:
After drinking the water, shebi I won't feel thirsty again?

OK. Give me one!

don't worry you no go feel thirsty again....
Na heart attack go worry you(the money huge)

abkrgumel:
Are you sure it is water?

nope--- liquid weed

The world's most expensive bottled water which costs over N22m comes is a bottle made from 24k gold.

- World's most expensive bottled water Acqua di Cristallo Tributo a Modigliani is sold at over N22m
- The luxury bottled water comes in a 24k gold container
- According to reports, the water is sourced from natural springs in France and Fiji

Water is unarguably one of the most accessible natural resources in the world. For this reason, it becomes a matter of utter surprise to learn that a piece of bottled water can be sold for as much as a million naira or more, in the case of the World’s most expensive bottled water.
The luxury water which is known as the Acqua di Cristallo Tributo a Modigliani reportedly sells for as much as $60,000 (about N22 million) for a 750ml bottle. According to online reports, the luxury water is sourced from natural springs in France and Fiji, and it comes in a container that screams luxury. The bottle of the water is made from 24k gold.

Interestingly, reports further note that the water is not just bland and similar to what one may find in the every other bottled water packs in malls or supermarkets. The Acqua di Cristallo Tributo a Modigliani water is sprinkled with pure gold to increase its alkalinity.

Check out an image of the luxury bottled water below:

femi4:
All these encyclopedia just for breast

the long talk shock me till now...who wan read this

flokii:
I know ladies do this a lot and I can't understand why.. yet you see the smiling with one another, complimenting and saying sweet words but deep down, e no reach their heart.

Money eaters.. they don't want stress atal

Aswear it's so irritating

More....
Her cup is filled now ....
And she call her self a good friend of chioma

know the kind of friends you keep as a lady, they may be all smiles but behind your back they try their best to murder you with evil word, killing your name...

Eat yeast bread and drink alomo bitters

New name for disease caused by virus outbreak: COVID-19

The disease caused by a new virus that emerged late last year in China and has since sickened tens of thousands of people now has an official name: COVID-19.

At a press briefing on Tuesday, the World Health Organization said it had decided on the name after consulting with the Food and Agriculture Organization and the World Organization for Animal Health.
We had to find a name that did not refer to a geographical location, an animal, an individual, or group of people,” said WHO director-general Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus. WHO also wanted a name that was “pronounceable and related to the disease," he said.

The new name comes from “coronavirus," the type of virus that causes the disease. Coronaviruses are a family of viruses that can cause the common cold and some more serious diseases, including SARS, which killed 800 in 2002-2003 and the Middle East respiratory syndrome, which continues to cause sporadic cases and is believed to jump to humans from camels.

The new coronavirus that causes COVID-19 was first identified in late December in the city of Wuhan, in central China. To date, it has infected more than 42,000 people in the country and killed 1,107. Beyond China, the disease has struck 24 countries, causing 393 cases and 1 death, in the Philippines.

Tedros said having a name for the new disease is important to prevent the use of other names that might be stigmatizing.

“It also gives us a standard format to use for any future coronavirus outbreaks,” he said.

My dear we no dey carry last....we only live once

Joaquin Phoenix accepted the 2020 Oscar for best actor at the Dolby Theatre on Sunday night.

In his speech, he called out injustices in the world and himself for being "selfish" and "cruel at times." During multiple moments throughout his acceptance, Phoenix received a standing ovation from the audience and even teared up toward the end when he spoke about a lyric his brother wrote.

Phoenix's best actor Oscar win marks the second time an actor has won for playing the Crown Prince of Crime. He swept awards season with recognition for his portrayal of the notorious comic book villain, taking home the Golden Globe, SAG Award and the BAFTA.

Read the full transcript below.

[We have to] continue to use our voice for the voiceless. I've been thinking a lot about some of the distressing issues that we are facing collectively. I think at times we feel, or were made to feel, that we champion different causes, but for me, I see commonality. I think, whether we're talking about gender inequality or racism or queer rights or indigenous rights or animal rights, we're talking about the fight against injustice. We're talking about the fight against the belief that one nation, one people, one race, one gender or one species has the right to dominate, control and use and exploit another with impunity.
I think that we've become very disconnected from the natural world, and many of us, what we're guilty of is an egocentric worldview -- the belief that we're the center of the universe. We go into the natural world, and we plunder it for its resources. We feel entitled to artificially inseminate a cow, and when she gives birth, we steal her baby, even though her cries of anguish are unmistakable. Then, we take her milk, that's intended for her calf, and we put it in our coffee and our cereal, and I think we fear the idea of personal change because we think that we have to sacrifice something to give something up. But human beings, at our best, are so inventive and creative and ingenious, and I think that when we use love and compassion as our guiding principles, we can create, develop and implement systems of change that are beneficial to all sentient beings and to the environment.

Now, I have been a scoundrel in my life. I've been selfish. I've been cruel at times, hard to work with and ungrateful, but so many of you in this room have given me a second chance. And I think that's when we're at our best, when we support each other, not when we cancel each other out for past mistakes, but when we help each other to grow, when we educate each other, when we guide each other toward redemption. That is the best of community.

When he was 17, my brother wrote this lyric. It said, 'Run to the rescue with love, and peace will follow.'"

Men of the Ogun State Police Command have arrested a father, Idowu Sikiru, for burning the buttocks and mouth of his five-year- old son, Segun Sikiru, for allegedly stealing a piece of cooked fish.

The father allegedly used a hot aluminium plate to burn the buttocks and mouth of the child.

The Police Public Relations Officer in the state, DSP Abimbola Oyeyemi, disclosed this on Sunday in a statement.
Oyeyemi explained that the suspect, who resided in Itowo, in the Oke-Sopen area of Ijebu-Igbo, was arrested following information from neighbours.

The PPRO said the police in the Ijebu Igbo division were alerted by members of the public that the suspect was about to kill the son.

He said, “On the strength of the information, the DPO Ijebu Igbo division, SP Kazeem Solotan, quickly mobilised his detectives to the area where the suspect was arrested.
Preliminary investigation revealed that the suspect accused the boy of stealing a piece of cooked fish and he put an aluminum plate on fire. When the plate was red hot, he forcefully sat the boy on it, thereby giving the victim serious burns on his buttocks.

“He equally used the plate to burn the victim’s fingers and mouth. The victim has been rushed to hospital for medical attention.”

Oyeyemi said the Commissioner of Police, Kenneth Ebrimson, had ordered the transfer of the suspect to the Anti-Human Trafficking and Child Labour Unit of the State Criminal Investigation and Intelligence Department for further investigation and possible prosecution.

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tsdarkside:
haha....to me he looks like an igbo....

U don hear person answer amutu for Igbo before

Oladee, the Univeristy of Ilorin student behind a viral crying meme has narrated what happened the day the photo was taken.

The student who placed a bet with the money his grandmother gave him for food, said losing the money made him cry that day.

The internet sensation further revealed that he decided to add more emotion to his tears to see if those that took the money his grandmother gave him, will have sympathy and return it to him

He however expressed surprise on how the photo got leaked and became a viral meme.

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"Please don't make me do this," krista pleaded, her big blue eyes filling with tears.
"I'm not making you do anything," I told my pretty blonde neighbor, leaning back into the couch, legs akimbo, waiting for my show. I was ready, wearing only boxers and a polo shirt.


Her eyes flickered to the side, once again taking in the collage of pictures on the coffee table.


"You know that if Rich ever saw those pictures he'd kill me."


"So am I supposed to lie to him?" I asked her, pointedly.


She stood quietly, firming her resolve.


"One lap-dance, and you'll give me all the copies of those pictures, and we'll never have to talk about this again. Right? That's what you've promised." We both already knew she was going to do it. But she was still waffling.


"I promise. One GOOD lap-dance, and I will give you every copy of those pictures, delete them from my hard drive, and I promise that Rich will never hear about them from me."


"Why are you doing this, Alex? I thought we were friends."


"Sure we're friends. I want to stay friends. Really good friends. Close friends. Special friends. Ever since that night you and the girls came over trashed and went skinny-dipping, I can't get those images of you out of my mind. I think about you all the time. I want you so bad I ache. I want to hold you, feel you, touch you, kiss you, taste you. I just can't stand it anymore."


"Just this once, right?" She asked for the umpteenth time tonight.


"You heard the deal." With that, I pressed play on the remote, and put the CD player in motion.


Once committed, Krista seemed willing enough to make the best of a bad situation. She started awkwardly, and had a bit of difficulty trying to act sexy while peeling her t-shirt off over her head, but the end result was worth it. Her breasts are very nice, very much an attention grabber, and to see them swelling out of her lacy bra brought on the first twitch in my shorts.


She did a much better job with her shorts, opening up a button, then lowering a zipper, exposing nothing but skin to the eye. She peeled the two sides outward and I was finally rewarded with a hint of black material where her panties started.


Krista completed a leisurely turn, ending with her back to me, before teasing her shorts over her hips. After just an inch or two a thin black string was exposed, funneling down to the crease of her full ass, where the two side strings met and disappeared between her cheeks. Once her shorts were midway down her hips and the going was easier, she bent over almost in two, and slid them down to her ankles, then held that pose a few seconds, letting me take in her all but naked, oh-so delicious, ass.


The naughty thong, worn by such a prim-and-proper lady, was in so many ways very much like her. It always seemed a bit odd to me that such a pretty woman had so little experience. She'd only been with one man in her entire life, her husband of 12 years, who she'd married just out of high-school. She was a good little Southern Baptist wife, no drinking, no swearing, and little in the way of hijinks. Yet she wore very tight and revealing clothes that accentuated all of her amazing assets to their best advantage. She would be very proper and virtuous, and then tease me out of the blue, in a flirtatious almost brazen way.


A mother of two, with the body of a 20 year old, she could make my blood boil. I had rehearsed this scene for weeks, and then carefully planned it out, before I lured her up to my study, and set the whole plan in motion.


Her husband was insanely jealous, and on top of that I knew that their sex life left a lot to be desired. They were on a calendar, and she agreed to let him have sex with her once a week, in order to keep the peace.


And now she was delivering her very best lap-dance, in order to keep her night of skinny-dipping a secret.


"That's nice," I told her, gazing on her heart-shaped cheeks and thinking how nice it would be to bury my face in them.


She stood back up and danced a bit longer before she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, releasing her full, ripe tits, swaying to the music's beat.


I saw her eyes glance down at the pictures on the coffee table, then at the tenting of my boxers, then back to my face. She was suddenly blushing madly as she tried to cover her breasts somewhat, while turning and dancing before me.


"Come closer," I encouraged her, and she hesitantly did, straddling my leg, dancing with her hips to the hard back-beat.


She suddenly spun, her back facing me, all but naked. She leaned over, hands on her knees and wiggled her ass at me, now no more than a foot away. She turned to see my reaction and gave me another glance at her pendulous globes, now unfettered by bra or hands.


I reached out and ran a fingernail down the outside of one cheek, slowly, and I could see the goose bumps explode all over her body. She gasped, and I could see her legs trembling. I reached one hand out to each hip, and turned her, so she would face me once more.


As soon as she turned her hands went back to her breasts, doing a poor job of covering them.


"More," I whispered huskily.


She slowed her movements down to a simple weight shift on every other beat, and languidly slid her hands back, until instead of covering her tits, her hands were pushing them together and out. Krista leaned forward, her shoulders performing a mesmerizing figure eight, her hands now offering up those amazing mounds for my examination. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back, as she undulated before me, her breasts a hesitant gift.


I leaned forward in my seat, matching her leisurely pace. Her nipples were small and very hard, begging for attention. Up close I could breathe in her scent, and count each little bump surrounding her aroused nipples. A tiny freckle just below the right one was framed inside her tan line. I wanted to kiss that tiny spot and make it mine. She must have felt my breath on her skin. Just as we were about to touch, she inched back, making me lean forward even more.


"Just this once, right Alex?" she breathed.


"Then they're destroyed. No more hot-tub pictures." I assured her once again.

She leaned back over me, her breasts rubbing against my face. I reveled in the sweet smell of her skin, as she rubbed her full tits against my face, cupping my face in the valley of her untanned skin. I only got a few minutes of this treatment before she backed away again.
I wasn't sure what she was up to, until she climbed forward and put her knee next to my left thigh, and straddling me, she placed her other knee beside my right thigh. I grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her forward, until her hot crotch was firmly pressed against my very stiff cock.

I got a moan from her at that, and she tilted her hips, rubbing her barely covered slice up the length of my pole. My cock was still in my boxer shorts, but desperately begging to come out and play. I bent down and took her nipple between my teeth and pulled on it, before sucking it deep into my mouth.
It was amazing. I worried both her breasts, teasing, pulling, nibbling, and sucking. It was almost beyond comprehension that this innocent beauty was in my lap, those picture perfect breasts available to me. And the shy innocence she displayed on a day-to-day basis disappeared as the sexy, playful, Hot Krista made her appearance. She seemed in heat. She was pressing herself hard against my cock, rubbing up and down against it rhythmically. I let my kisses wander upward from her breast to her neck, my hands replacing my mouth on her tits. My lips continued their journey to her ear, and she became even more animated, nearly humping me. I reached my right hand behind her, grabbing her ass and pulling her even harder against me, and with my left hand I turned her face and covered her mouth with mine. I raped her mouth with my tongue and she screamed out into my mouth, grinding her pussy against me, coming explosively.


When her body stopped shivering, she pulled her face away from mine, and shifted her hips back just a bit. Our foreheads touched as we both looked down to where we'd been connected. My cock had sprung from the confines of my boxers through the handy fly, and I could see where it was soaked in her juices from about an inch below the head down to where I disappeared back into the shorts. Her pussy was uncovered, her thong shoved to one side, her lips red and swollen, sticking out lustily, and coated in white juices.
She was breathing heavily, and she slid her hand between us, running the edge of her index finger up and down my cock once.

I was afraid to say a word. This wasn't part of the deal, but it was the goal I'd been dreaming of. I held my breath, and waited to see if she'd take the next step.

Krista pulled her face back about an inch, and looked into my eyes before bestowing a small kiss on my lips. Then she was sliding off of me, between my legs, her eyes locked on the angry red pole rising from my shorts, her fingers bracketing it but not touching.
Her hands crept forward, encircling, and then grasping me, and she slid them up in an unhurried, teasing fashion, and then all the way back down. She repeated this several times, her two hands traveling the full length of my cock. Then she leaned forward and pressed the side of one cheek against me.

"It's...big," she said softly, stroking it again, and then brushing her lips against it, just under the head.

I'm no giant, but above average in length and thickness. And I knew her husband was just the opposite. He'd stepped out of the hot-tub once, and he sported an erection that barely made a dent in his bathing suit.

"Suck me," I asked her gently.
"I don't do that," she answered firmly.
"Please, it's just this once."
"I've never done that for Rich."
"I'm not Rich."
She looked from my cock up to my eyes and then back to the length of meat she held between her hands.
"No, you're not," she said with a grin, and to my amazement, lowered her mouth over my purple helmet. Her tongue was active in her mouth, and her hands pumped me firmly. She pulled it forward a bit, tilting it away from me, and then she pushed her face down as far as she could, before pulling back to the top, and looking into my eyes.

She pulled her head off of my cock and leaned back, moving her hair back with a toss of her head.

"What do you want?" she asked.
"I want to Bleep you." I told her honestly
She laughed out loud. "Oh, I know that. But that's not going to happen. What else do you want?"
"I want you to suck me off." I said it almost plaintively.
"Ask me nicely," she said coquettishly, tilting her head and giving me a teasing smile.
"Please Krista, suck me. Take me in your hot little mouth. Let me watch my cock disappear into that beautiful face. Suck me until I come."

"Ok."

She dived back onto my cock taking me deep in her mouth and used her hands to beat me off. She could only take about half the length, and she gagged several times at that, but she worked hard to pleasure me, breathing deeply through her nose, her hands pumping, occasionally looking up to enjoy the sight of me hypnotized by the show occurring at my waist.

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It has been a long 8 months. The divorce had started a snowball effect in my life. I had moved out of my house, changed jobs, and every routine that I once had that made me feel comfortable was now gone or different. Everything felt out of control; I felt out of control.

The only good thing that I can say about my divorce was that there were no kids involved. My name got drug through the mud in every way possible. I caught her in bed with another man and I am made out to be the bad guy because I didn't want to pay alimony. She ended up with the house which was fine with me. I didn't want to see that place and the memories it held ever again.

I found a new job about an hour away and got a small house with a short commute. It wasn't the most lavish place in the world but it did it's job. The job was a big change for me. I have always been terrified of change when it comes to jobs. When I get comfortable at a job and an income it is almost like a security blanket. I had been at my old job for 5 years so I had some seniority. Leaving that would make me low man on the totem pole and the first one gone if anything was to happen. But to my shock I wasn't hired as a regular employee like I had applied for, I was promoted to a supervisor position with a hefty pay raise. My new boss, Jim, said he saw potential in me and a eagerness to succeed but a lack of self esteem; which he said he was willing to raise in order to accomplish his goals.

For 8 months my life has been work and court dates, but I am finally free. The papers are signed now and I am done. Being divorced leaves a lot of free time on your hands though. I had to find a new hobby and fast before I lost my mind. Late one night I found some videos that interested me greatly, off the grid camping. I fell in love with the idea of being in the middle of nowhere with nobody around for miles. With my new pay raise I had kept living off my old salary and started putting the rest in my savings. I began my research, traded in my old truck for a newer 4 wheel drive, and bought an old camper that I could fix up. For the next year I spent my nights and weekends testing the camper or working on it.

It was right at 2 years since my divorce when things got a little weird. And by a little I mean my world was about to be flipped upside down again.

It was late one Friday night and I was finishing up building a new water tank system in the camper and working on my 2nd Hurricane when I heard a knock on the door. I looked at my watch, it was 11:20 PM. "Who in the world would be here this late?" I whispered to myself as I walked to the camper door. I swung the door open to see a familiar face. Standing at the door way was my ex wife's sister. Something was wrong, she was crying.

"Ree what are you doing here?! How did you find me?! What's wrong?!" I exclaimed as a million questions came rushing through my head.

"I don't know honestly. I needed somebody to talk to that knows the family but is no longer involved anymore. Someone that would understand but be unbiased. You were the only person I could think of." She sobbed out between the tears.

"Come on. Let's sit down." I said as I ushered her to the chairs I had on the front porch. "Can I get you something to drink?" as I motioned at my Hurricane.

"Water please. I have to drive home."

"Not like that you're not. Your eyes are so swollen that I can barely see your pupils. What's wrong?!" I said in a voice she recognized. We were always close all the way up until the divorce. But I haven't heard from her since the papers were signed.

I went in the house and returned with a cold bottle of water and a wet rag for her to wipe her face.

"Neil left me. We have been arguing a lot. Tina and Megan are taking his side blaming me for it, saying that I didn't show him enough attention and am too harsh on him."

I winced at the mention of Tina. I instantly pulled out my pack of smokes and lighter.

"Sorry. I didn't think about it. But they are blaming me! He is the one that stays gone all the time. Between him working 3rd shift and me working 1st, and all his band practices and bar room gigs there is no time for us. He expects me to just tag along all the time. But I get tired of being hit on all night by a bunch of men with brewery breathe in a shit hole that smells like piss."

"Sounds like they are confused as to which one of you is their sibling. And how can they blame you? He could easily make the decision to play less gigs and spend more time with you."

"Exactly! But to them I should put his aspiring music career in front of anything else and be supportive."

"There is a difference in being supportive and giving up your life to follow him around." I said while putting out my cigarette and finishing off my drink. "How did you find me?"

"A few months ago you wrote that letter to Mom. I took a picture of the return address as a just in case of an emergency." Her eyes dropped to the ground shyly in an almost ashamed face.

I chuckled, "Well you're here, so what's the emergency?"

"Asshole! Did you not listen to anything I said?!" She cut at me with a snide smile.

"Yea I heard that your fiance is a self centered asshole and your sisters are taking his side. But I also got a smile out of you." I said grinning.

"You were always pretty good at making me smile. That's another reason why I came here. Well I guess I got what I wanted so I should be leaving now." She said as she stood up and started walking down the steps.

"Did you not hear me? I said you aren't driving like that. You can take my bed in the house. I will stay in the camper. You need some time away and to think. Go inside, help yourself to the pantry. Then get some rest."

She thought about it for a second and came back on the porch. "I guess you're right. Thanks Will."

The next morning I woke up early with a slight hangover headache. I went outside on the porch and lit up my morning smoke. I was jonesing for my morning coffee but I didn't want to wake Ree up after the night she had. Then a thought crossed my mind, "Why did she come to me?!" I sat there thinking for a few minutes, shook it off, and went to work on the camper. I had a lot to do before next weekend.

About an hour later Ree came stumbling out the front door, face still red but the swelling had subsided.

"Good morning sunshine! Want some coffee?"

"Yes please. And a smoke if you got an extra." She mumbled with her eyes still half shut.

I pointed at my pack and lighter on the table and headed inside. A few minutes later I returned with 2 mugs of coffee still steaming.

"Careful that's hot." I said as I handed her's over and then sat down in my chair. "Sleep well?"

"Not really. I cried a lot. Then Megan started calling so I turned my phone off and just laid there for a while thinking. I don't know when I finally dozed off." Ree said with a slightly raspy voice that I couldn't tell if it was from the morning time or crying all night.

"So why me?" I said after a few minutes. I instantly regretted my decision of words. Not that they were wrong, I just get nervous and over analyze intense situations in my head. So I changed my statement to "I meant why did you come see me? You have tons of friends. And you haven't spoken to me since the divorce."

"I haven't spoken to you because I thought you would be mad at me."

"Mad at you? For what?!" I said so quickly that it surprised myself.

"You got a divorce from my sister. I don't know. It's complicated."

"Ok. I will accept that answer for now. But why choose to come see me?"

"I really don't know. I mean you used to give me the best advice and talk to me like no body else would. You were brutally honest with me no matter how much it hurt. But every single time, I needed to hear what you had to say. When shit hit the fan, you were the first person that I thought of." She had started to tear up again.

"Hey. Enough of that shit. I am in no way mad or upset at you. A little confused maybe, but not mad. And he is not worth crying over. You may have loved him but he didn't love you. If he did then he wouldn't have drug you all over creation every weekend to those shit hole bars. He would've made time for you and put you first."

The look of shock in her face told me that either I had said something she had never been told or never seen from that perspective. "How did you move on? How did you forget about her?"

"I didn't. I just found something to take up most of my time and get as far away as possible." I said as I gestured towards the camper.

"I meant to ask you about that. What is that thing? I have never seen a camper like that before."

I stood up and motioned her over. "This is my off the grid camper. I renovated an old camper to do what I want. It can go anywhere and has enough water and food in it to last me 14 days."

"I love camping! It looks like you are packing up. Which campgrounds do you go to?"

"I am getting ready for my big trip next week. I am leaving next Saturday morning. The plant is shutting down for the 4th of July and major maintenance repairs. And I don't use campgrounds."

Looking rather confused she asked, "Then where do you camp?"

I chuckled. "Off the grid means I can go anywhere. I have an old friend from college that has 200 acres up in the mountains about 4 hours away. He hunts up there in the winter but in the summer it is unused. He gave me permission to stay up there for the week as long as I clean up after myself. He even sent me a map of the place and pointed out a spot he thinks I will love!" I said excitedly and pulled out the map off the counter top from just inside the camper doorway.

"That sounds like fun! Gosh I would give anything for a getaway like that! Well I better get going. Thanks for the place to stay and the advice." She said as she hugged me and headed towards her car.

We said our goodbyes and I watched her drive away. I went back to work checking and double checking everything and packing it away for my trip. But I couldn't stop trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

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