Women… being one I am surprised there are several things other women do that I just don’t understand. We are not all the same and individually we stand on our own… but some things completely baffle me.
The other day… Love of my life (LOML) got a call from his ex. No big deal right? But this is the same ex that I got jilted for, so I am not really impressed. Now girl-M has her own thing going on right now… new life, new baby, new fiancée. So why feel the urge to want to contact your ex?
Relationship is done and over with so isn’t it time to move on?
Amicable the split may have been, but over stepping boundaries she better not. Now I am in no position at this current moment in time to let LOML to exercise any rights I may have. But that nonsense has just got to stop. Nip that mess in the bud is my intention, sitting out on the sidelines is what I will have to do for now.
I may be a bit hypocritical; I still talk to my exes on occasions. But I don’t call them or contact them just for the sake of saying “hey” or “I am having a bad day”. That’s what my friends and man are for.
Maybe that is just me. I am the type that makes sure everything is on point when I see an ex, and that’s only if I feel like entertaining the notion. I would never want my exes to know that my life is not up a couple of notches since the breakup. No, how are you’s, how is it going, or I am just calling to say what’s up. Not me.
In the beginning of my relationship with MMI (my ex) his ex use to call him when she was on her dates. What kind fuckery is that? She would also call him for consolation and advice. HUH? He would justify it as him being a great person to talk to. (Since the breakup I cannot phantom how that can be true) I say “New relationship… NEW PERSON TO CALL!” I would ask him how do you think the other guy feels… what if the tables were turned? After that he told her that she shouldn’t call him again because he was in a new relationship. It didn’t mean much to me… because the whole scenario was real silly to begin with. Chicks I say. Get a grip.
Now if girl-M keeps on this path of getting real comfortable with calling for whatever may pop up in that head of hers… all I have to say that is. Keep on, I am watching.
June 28, 2008
June 21, 2008
Boomerang Effect
“if you leave it and it comes back to you, it was meant to be”
I remember hearing these sentiments a couple of years ago, while I was tucked in a fetal position in the corner of my room whimpering on the phone to Clev. Not truly understanding the notion behind it, I felt that it was the end of the world (bless his patient heart). Like many things that I hear during the mist of any heart wrenching cathartic moment, I never really want to hear it. I want to play out the drama to its full magnitude and think that there is no way out, than to hear things being sugar coated with optimism. Well this time I actually say that I am a living example of the theory. It came back, and man is it meant to be.
The story goes… girl meets boy, girl falls for boy, boy finds girl-M, boy and girl break things off, boy ends things with girl-M, girl finds boy, girl falls for boy once again.
Yes there are little details in between, some that may have you wonder why go back to boy. But it feels so right this time around. One of my rules in the dating world is to never go back. I don’t believe in breaking up and making up, especially more than once. I have done it before and it was not worth it.
This situation was different; I really LET GO… I let go without a fight, just a bucket of tears. Trust me when I say that as hard headed and possessive as I can be at times it was the hardest thing for me to do. I hate losing, and I felt that I was giving up. But I didn’t give up… I let go.
I remember hearing these sentiments a couple of years ago, while I was tucked in a fetal position in the corner of my room whimpering on the phone to Clev. Not truly understanding the notion behind it, I felt that it was the end of the world (bless his patient heart). Like many things that I hear during the mist of any heart wrenching cathartic moment, I never really want to hear it. I want to play out the drama to its full magnitude and think that there is no way out, than to hear things being sugar coated with optimism. Well this time I actually say that I am a living example of the theory. It came back, and man is it meant to be.
The story goes… girl meets boy, girl falls for boy, boy finds girl-M, boy and girl break things off, boy ends things with girl-M, girl finds boy, girl falls for boy once again.
Yes there are little details in between, some that may have you wonder why go back to boy. But it feels so right this time around. One of my rules in the dating world is to never go back. I don’t believe in breaking up and making up, especially more than once. I have done it before and it was not worth it.
This situation was different; I really LET GO… I let go without a fight, just a bucket of tears. Trust me when I say that as hard headed and possessive as I can be at times it was the hardest thing for me to do. I hate losing, and I felt that I was giving up. But I didn’t give up… I let go.
After letting him go and taking time to get over all my negativity. The experienced enlightened me and helped me grow. Now when I look at where girl and boy are today I feel that it was all worth it. We have lived, learned and loved. I can think of him and be completely satisfied with the individuals we have become. Who knows what it would have been like if we didn’t part ways.
June 18, 2008
Simply..... Love
I am so in love. I am stupefied with love. Everything is screaming love. Never thought that love could be so damn lovely.
I am so blessed at this moment in my life to have love like this in my life. I have always said it’s better to have loved than to not have loved at all. And I am so pleased that I am always a willing victim.
It’s scary and liberating at the same time… and it feel so darn right.
All those messed up moments finally make sense in my life.
I am just content to know the difference.
I am so blessed at this moment in my life to have love like this in my life. I have always said it’s better to have loved than to not have loved at all. And I am so pleased that I am always a willing victim.
It’s scary and liberating at the same time… and it feel so darn right.
All those messed up moments finally make sense in my life.
I am just content to know the difference.
June 14, 2008
All In The Name Of Love
Despite my stoic demeanor at times and being real cutthroat, I can be a hopeless romantic. I love, love stories and what leads up to them.
Yesterday I was on the subway heading home. With these crazy gas prices I am not really trying to drive anywhere my feet can take me. Usually when I get on the subway there are general rules I follow: find the car with the least amount of people, locate a clean seat, not to sit next to anyone who looks like they need someone to hear their life story, not to make eye contact, read or sudoku to my destination and most importantly not to make eye contact!
So far I was doing well, I found a good seat next to a sleeping asian woman (who I had to keep nudging off of me), and a bag that belonged to a guy on sitting in the other seat. I was doing a sudoku when I started overhearing conversations. Nothing stood out except this older man who was bitching about work. There was nothing interesting about what he was saying, but whom he was saying it to. Next to him was the adorable guy, cute and odd looking at the same time. He was engrossed in what his co-worker was saying, nodding and smiling at certain points. A short while later his co-worker got off.
Now I sat there looking at him, he was dressed semi-casual. Dark pinstriped shirt and dark brown khakis, first thought, I.T. He pulled out a newspaper which he carefully creased the edges as he read. He never took his eyes away from the paper, only when passengers would occasionally load on and off the car. Looking real stiff I noticed that he was quickly glancing only at guys who passed by. Hmm… interesting. From his quick glances, I also noticed how he gently laid his newspaper to the side to graciously pull out a juice bottle from his bag, which he laid perfectly onto his lap. Wow, not only is he stiff, but fastidious too.
It wasn’t until I notice the playfulness in his feet as he read his paper that I thought, ‘that’s kind of cute, maybe I should try and hook him up with Miguel’. Miguel is a real good friend of mine. We had this conversation just the day before about his non-existent dating scene. It made me sad and scream at the same time, he really needs to get out. And who knows maybe this fella “Footsies” will be the ticket Miguel needs. Now what do I do to get Footsies attention? Do I write Miguel’s number on his newspaper, sit next to him and start up a conversation, or just forget about it all together. But something was telling me that I couldn’t let it go.
So I passed my stop and like a true stalker I followed Footsies off the subway and onto his bus. I ended up sitting behind him because this guy who I let in front of me, ended up sitting right next to him. I wrote a note indicating that I had a friend that I was interested in setting him up with and if he was interested he should email me. Easier said than done, I got real nervous. Just as I was dotting the i's and crossing the t's Footsies pulls for his stop. Great! Now I am a big bundle of nerves, AM I CRAZY?! I quickly pull myself together and get off with him. TALK ABOUT FULL STALKER MODE. I didn’t want to follow him all the way home so I stop him.
Me: (shaky voice) Excuse me, here... this is for you
Footies: What is it?
Me: It’s a note… well see I have never did something like this before, but I have a friend that I would love for you to meet
Footies: (Stunned look) OK… and you think I would be interested?
Me: I think so, my email address is there if you are
Footies: Ok… I noticed you on the subway… do you live around here?
Me: Yes, on the other side (he didn’t ask how far)
Footies: Oh.. Ok. My name is - - - -
Me: Nice to meet you. (I am nuts!) ... I'm - - - -
Yesterday I was on the subway heading home. With these crazy gas prices I am not really trying to drive anywhere my feet can take me. Usually when I get on the subway there are general rules I follow: find the car with the least amount of people, locate a clean seat, not to sit next to anyone who looks like they need someone to hear their life story, not to make eye contact, read or sudoku to my destination and most importantly not to make eye contact!
So far I was doing well, I found a good seat next to a sleeping asian woman (who I had to keep nudging off of me), and a bag that belonged to a guy on sitting in the other seat. I was doing a sudoku when I started overhearing conversations. Nothing stood out except this older man who was bitching about work. There was nothing interesting about what he was saying, but whom he was saying it to. Next to him was the adorable guy, cute and odd looking at the same time. He was engrossed in what his co-worker was saying, nodding and smiling at certain points. A short while later his co-worker got off.
Now I sat there looking at him, he was dressed semi-casual. Dark pinstriped shirt and dark brown khakis, first thought, I.T. He pulled out a newspaper which he carefully creased the edges as he read. He never took his eyes away from the paper, only when passengers would occasionally load on and off the car. Looking real stiff I noticed that he was quickly glancing only at guys who passed by. Hmm… interesting. From his quick glances, I also noticed how he gently laid his newspaper to the side to graciously pull out a juice bottle from his bag, which he laid perfectly onto his lap. Wow, not only is he stiff, but fastidious too.
It wasn’t until I notice the playfulness in his feet as he read his paper that I thought, ‘that’s kind of cute, maybe I should try and hook him up with Miguel’. Miguel is a real good friend of mine. We had this conversation just the day before about his non-existent dating scene. It made me sad and scream at the same time, he really needs to get out. And who knows maybe this fella “Footsies” will be the ticket Miguel needs. Now what do I do to get Footsies attention? Do I write Miguel’s number on his newspaper, sit next to him and start up a conversation, or just forget about it all together. But something was telling me that I couldn’t let it go.
So I passed my stop and like a true stalker I followed Footsies off the subway and onto his bus. I ended up sitting behind him because this guy who I let in front of me, ended up sitting right next to him. I wrote a note indicating that I had a friend that I was interested in setting him up with and if he was interested he should email me. Easier said than done, I got real nervous. Just as I was dotting the i's and crossing the t's Footsies pulls for his stop. Great! Now I am a big bundle of nerves, AM I CRAZY?! I quickly pull myself together and get off with him. TALK ABOUT FULL STALKER MODE. I didn’t want to follow him all the way home so I stop him.
Me: (shaky voice) Excuse me, here... this is for you
Footies: What is it?
Me: It’s a note… well see I have never did something like this before, but I have a friend that I would love for you to meet
Footies: (Stunned look) OK… and you think I would be interested?
Me: I think so, my email address is there if you are
Footies: Ok… I noticed you on the subway… do you live around here?
Me: Yes, on the other side (he didn’t ask how far)
Footies: Oh.. Ok. My name is - - - -
Me: Nice to meet you. (I am nuts!) ... I'm - - - -
Ok I did it. It was not as bad as I pictured it. Now I hope it was not all done in vain.
June 11, 2008
Mike and the Mechanics
I hear there are 3 types of good people you should have; a lawyer, an accountant and a mechanic. So far I think I am doing real well in all departments. I have 4 close friends that are lawyers, 2 people that know the beneficial legal inner-workings of accounting, and one good mechanic.
I am also a strong believer in not mixing business with pleasure. Situations ALWAYS get complicated, no matter how well you think you may get along. So far I have been really good in keeping up with my mantra, but it seems that others are having some complications.
For instance… my mechanic. I have known him for years, 18 years to be exact. And he has been taking care of my car Mookie. Mookie has seen better days, and has been struggling to hold it together due to the neglect of his owner. Sorry.
Well whenever I need anything for my car… my mechanic was there. He always goes the extra mile to make sure my car is running well and he pretty much charges me next to nothing. Considering that we have known each other for years we have established, a brother/sister relationship. Well at least that’s what I thought until one Monday evening when I went to go and pick up my car. He expressed his interest in me and I let him down as gently as I possibly could.
I am use to guys just brushing it off like they never really meant to say it. But he didn’t take it so well. He called me up 2 days later to tell me that he was really upset and miserable. I have went there a couple of times after that incident only for him to plead with me and not charge me for the work that he has done. I decided from that day onwards to stop going there and to keep my distance. Sadly enough that means Mookie has to keep his distance as well.
This has been costing me, but I felt that it was worth it. I didn’t want my mechanic to think I was taking advantage of him, and I after what I; witnessed he is not capable of remaining professional.
Now 3 days ago Mookie got the shakes and staled. I had to tow him to a local mechanic, where I went before. My father insisted I take my car to my mechanic because this new one was charging me too much and may not do a good job. But, I had my reasoning, and I didn’t feel like towing my car elsewhere. Long and behold, I get my car back, pay the excessive amount of money, only to have my car start rattling and heat up the next day. Of course I call the mechanic to have him tell me “look lady, we didn’t do anything we weren’t suppose to, and if there is something else wrong with the car bring it in and we will see what we can do”
My father took the initiative to call my mechanic without me knowing. The next morning I wake up and my mechanic is there with a replacement car for me to drive so he could take mine in for repairs. I argue about how unnecessary it is for him to go to those extremes, and my fathers cuts off my rant by offering him some coffee.
I leave for work, he takes my car.
Today I go and pick up my car in all its pristine glory. Mookie look and sounded better than he has in a long while. My mechanic looks at me and wonders why I would take my car elsewhere. Not knowing what to say I say nothing at all except. “how much do I owe you” He replies by walking away.
I am also a strong believer in not mixing business with pleasure. Situations ALWAYS get complicated, no matter how well you think you may get along. So far I have been really good in keeping up with my mantra, but it seems that others are having some complications.
For instance… my mechanic. I have known him for years, 18 years to be exact. And he has been taking care of my car Mookie. Mookie has seen better days, and has been struggling to hold it together due to the neglect of his owner. Sorry.
Well whenever I need anything for my car… my mechanic was there. He always goes the extra mile to make sure my car is running well and he pretty much charges me next to nothing. Considering that we have known each other for years we have established, a brother/sister relationship. Well at least that’s what I thought until one Monday evening when I went to go and pick up my car. He expressed his interest in me and I let him down as gently as I possibly could.
I am use to guys just brushing it off like they never really meant to say it. But he didn’t take it so well. He called me up 2 days later to tell me that he was really upset and miserable. I have went there a couple of times after that incident only for him to plead with me and not charge me for the work that he has done. I decided from that day onwards to stop going there and to keep my distance. Sadly enough that means Mookie has to keep his distance as well.
This has been costing me, but I felt that it was worth it. I didn’t want my mechanic to think I was taking advantage of him, and I after what I; witnessed he is not capable of remaining professional.
Now 3 days ago Mookie got the shakes and staled. I had to tow him to a local mechanic, where I went before. My father insisted I take my car to my mechanic because this new one was charging me too much and may not do a good job. But, I had my reasoning, and I didn’t feel like towing my car elsewhere. Long and behold, I get my car back, pay the excessive amount of money, only to have my car start rattling and heat up the next day. Of course I call the mechanic to have him tell me “look lady, we didn’t do anything we weren’t suppose to, and if there is something else wrong with the car bring it in and we will see what we can do”
My father took the initiative to call my mechanic without me knowing. The next morning I wake up and my mechanic is there with a replacement car for me to drive so he could take mine in for repairs. I argue about how unnecessary it is for him to go to those extremes, and my fathers cuts off my rant by offering him some coffee.
I leave for work, he takes my car.
Today I go and pick up my car in all its pristine glory. Mookie look and sounded better than he has in a long while. My mechanic looks at me and wonders why I would take my car elsewhere. Not knowing what to say I say nothing at all except. “how much do I owe you” He replies by walking away.
June 3, 2008
"I Would Like For You To Meet My Son"
Today I called an old friend of mine Uda to wish him condolences. His father just recently passed away. In the mist of our conversation we started to reminisce about the last time that we all got together. His father and my father were really good friends… two peas in a pod if you will; they traveled far and wide before either one of us was ever thought of. We were cracking up about things our father use to do and say. One thing in particular was how Uda’s father would insist on us getting married; even though Uda was practically married with children.
Now this situation never fazed Uda’s father, every chance he got he would slip in a comment about how we should call each other and 'get together'.
We got a really good laugh out of the situation, and it got me thinking. There would have been a time that I would have considered going out with Uda. Mind you this was years ago… I think I was 12 or so. He is not the typical crush a young girl would have on someone… he was a big bully. Growing up everyone was terrified of him. I haven’t seen him for years up until last year. And before then I thought he was in jail or engaging in some criminal activity, because no one seen or heard from him in decades. I am pleased to be wrong about him. He has turned out to be a gentleman that you can be real proud of.
Now what I got to really thinking of was, what if his father was right? Not saying that I would go back or try to get with him now. I have grown to adore him as a sister would. But I started to think about it in terms of the number of guys that people have tried to hook me up with, and the number of guys that I have wrinkled my nose at in disapproval. What if they were right or they saw something that I didn’t.
I would love to think that parents always have their children’s best interest at heart. I look at the number of people who are in happy arranged marriages. I know of 4 couples that have been arranged by their parents and have absolutely no complaints. They are elated and revealed that the search is over and they are with someone that they feel completely suited for.
My parents have never directly brought someone home for me to meet. But my father has hinted at a couple of prospects and my mother has talk about how handsome and smart so and so is. Funny enough, the things that my parents point out in individual are things that are important to me, but I don’t want to be blatantly shallow.
My mother has on occasion pointed out certain physical flaws in fellas that have left me dumbfounded by her honesty. My father has also insisted on my prospects making a certain amount of money and coming from a family that with a good reputation.
See these things are not all wrong, are they? I think I have sublimely turned down guys and blamed it on my parents disapproval. The older that I have become, the less rebellious I am with my parents. Whenever I date someone and my folks make any hint to not approving, that wheel in my head starts spinning. Usually months down the line whatever was hinted, comes to light in flashing bright colours.
There is nothing like having all love ones in your life love each other, and that is what I hope for.
Who knows… maybe Uda’s father was on to something. But at this point we will never know. I couldn’t be more happier with where I am at.
Now this situation never fazed Uda’s father, every chance he got he would slip in a comment about how we should call each other and 'get together'.
We got a really good laugh out of the situation, and it got me thinking. There would have been a time that I would have considered going out with Uda. Mind you this was years ago… I think I was 12 or so. He is not the typical crush a young girl would have on someone… he was a big bully. Growing up everyone was terrified of him. I haven’t seen him for years up until last year. And before then I thought he was in jail or engaging in some criminal activity, because no one seen or heard from him in decades. I am pleased to be wrong about him. He has turned out to be a gentleman that you can be real proud of.
Now what I got to really thinking of was, what if his father was right? Not saying that I would go back or try to get with him now. I have grown to adore him as a sister would. But I started to think about it in terms of the number of guys that people have tried to hook me up with, and the number of guys that I have wrinkled my nose at in disapproval. What if they were right or they saw something that I didn’t.
I would love to think that parents always have their children’s best interest at heart. I look at the number of people who are in happy arranged marriages. I know of 4 couples that have been arranged by their parents and have absolutely no complaints. They are elated and revealed that the search is over and they are with someone that they feel completely suited for.
My parents have never directly brought someone home for me to meet. But my father has hinted at a couple of prospects and my mother has talk about how handsome and smart so and so is. Funny enough, the things that my parents point out in individual are things that are important to me, but I don’t want to be blatantly shallow.
My mother has on occasion pointed out certain physical flaws in fellas that have left me dumbfounded by her honesty. My father has also insisted on my prospects making a certain amount of money and coming from a family that with a good reputation.
See these things are not all wrong, are they? I think I have sublimely turned down guys and blamed it on my parents disapproval. The older that I have become, the less rebellious I am with my parents. Whenever I date someone and my folks make any hint to not approving, that wheel in my head starts spinning. Usually months down the line whatever was hinted, comes to light in flashing bright colours.
There is nothing like having all love ones in your life love each other, and that is what I hope for.
Who knows… maybe Uda’s father was on to something. But at this point we will never know. I couldn’t be more happier with where I am at.
June 1, 2008
Take A Chance On Me
I find myself in a situation where I know a certain 'love one' is hiding something from me. Haven’t quite found out what it is… but I just know that I am not wrong. I have nothing to support my speculation but my intuition tells me that is all I need. I am pretty much waiting for time to come for me to address the issue.
I have been in this imaginative relationship with …. who I would love to consider the love of my life. He is the epidemy of what I would love in a partner… but I find myself going through the same b.s. with him over and over again. Tolerating actions that I would not in anyone else, and listening to him sugar coat outlandish excuses that I know should be written in a soap opera script.
We are not together in the sense where there is a solid ‘practical’ relationship. We are beyond platonic, and I sense that there is more to us then just knowing what makes each other tick.
I just wish he would just be candid about himself. I know it’s not an easy thing to put yourself out there, because I have some complications with doing that myself. But I think that I have reached a point in my life where I am willing to take that chance. And that’s what life is all about isn’t it? Taking chances? Taking the risk of being rejected, lied to, and played for a fool. Sure those are all negative things… but it can’t always be good.
So I have decided to give him the opportunity and space to come to me. I will let some air penetrated and try the art of patience. I just hope he comes out truthful and as honestly as he possibly can, because my patience non-existent.
I am sure his intentions mean well, but is it really necessary to hide and embellish a couple of things just for the sake keeping the peace? I just don’t know if there is a possibility of bliss after a couple of “white lies”. I am not saying I am a saint when it comes to being ingenuous, but I try. I don’t know if I could forgive as easily for deceit without a grand gesture or play it off without blowing the situation out of proportion.
Now I feel that I have been quite understanding and open-minded about life occurrences. I understand that people have wants and needs that they seek to fulfill. But why hide and cover up your actions and desires?
Maybe this is why I have been called abrasive. But I find that I don’t have time to waste when it comes to expressing how I feel. I love being in love… and the whole notion of oneness with a loved one. Its not necessarily me being in a state of panic with life ticking away every second. It’s just that I feel that I don’t have time to waste. Why waste precious feelings and time on someone who is just not where you are.
Just because you love someone doesn’t necessary mean that you have to be with them.
Just because you envision your life with them a certain way doesn’t mean that it will turn out.
I guess time will tell.
But I will definitely not waste it on someone who feels that they have to protect me with embellishments and hidden truths.
Just be forthright, get your feelings out there. You live and you fucking learn. Leave the childish games for children. Go out there get your feelings cut, bruised and crushed and let love live.
Just take note… I will call you out on our bullshit, and there is a limitation to the amount of times I will tolerate the obvious.
Cheers.
I have been in this imaginative relationship with …. who I would love to consider the love of my life. He is the epidemy of what I would love in a partner… but I find myself going through the same b.s. with him over and over again. Tolerating actions that I would not in anyone else, and listening to him sugar coat outlandish excuses that I know should be written in a soap opera script.
We are not together in the sense where there is a solid ‘practical’ relationship. We are beyond platonic, and I sense that there is more to us then just knowing what makes each other tick.
I just wish he would just be candid about himself. I know it’s not an easy thing to put yourself out there, because I have some complications with doing that myself. But I think that I have reached a point in my life where I am willing to take that chance. And that’s what life is all about isn’t it? Taking chances? Taking the risk of being rejected, lied to, and played for a fool. Sure those are all negative things… but it can’t always be good.
So I have decided to give him the opportunity and space to come to me. I will let some air penetrated and try the art of patience. I just hope he comes out truthful and as honestly as he possibly can, because my patience non-existent.
I am sure his intentions mean well, but is it really necessary to hide and embellish a couple of things just for the sake keeping the peace? I just don’t know if there is a possibility of bliss after a couple of “white lies”. I am not saying I am a saint when it comes to being ingenuous, but I try. I don’t know if I could forgive as easily for deceit without a grand gesture or play it off without blowing the situation out of proportion.
Now I feel that I have been quite understanding and open-minded about life occurrences. I understand that people have wants and needs that they seek to fulfill. But why hide and cover up your actions and desires?
Maybe this is why I have been called abrasive. But I find that I don’t have time to waste when it comes to expressing how I feel. I love being in love… and the whole notion of oneness with a loved one. Its not necessarily me being in a state of panic with life ticking away every second. It’s just that I feel that I don’t have time to waste. Why waste precious feelings and time on someone who is just not where you are.
Just because you love someone doesn’t necessary mean that you have to be with them.
Just because you envision your life with them a certain way doesn’t mean that it will turn out.
I guess time will tell.
But I will definitely not waste it on someone who feels that they have to protect me with embellishments and hidden truths.
Just be forthright, get your feelings out there. You live and you fucking learn. Leave the childish games for children. Go out there get your feelings cut, bruised and crushed and let love live.
Just take note… I will call you out on our bullshit, and there is a limitation to the amount of times I will tolerate the obvious.
Cheers.
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