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May 31, 2009

Abortion Provider Dr. George Tiller Murdered

Dr. George Tiller has been gunned down while he was attending church. Tiller is well known for being one of only two doctors in the entire U. S. who performed late-term abortions. I'm sure that despite the public pronouncements by anti-choice groups condemning the murder of Dr. Tiller that those folk are cheering. They say it's not okay to kill babies, but it's perfectly fine to murder a man while he attends church services with his family. There's no logic in anti-choice zealotry. Only hate.

The anti-choice movement is not about saving babies. It's about keeping women under patriarchal control, and one way to effectively do that is to control their reproductive organs. I caught the snide disingenuousness behind Operation Rescue's public statement condemning the murder, yet referring to Dr. Tiller as "Mr. Tiller" (disrespectful). Operation Rescue also looked down its nose at Dr. Tiller's family, saying: "We pray for Mr. Tiller’s family that they will find comfort and healing that can only be found in Jesus Christ." So, if you don't abide by Operation Rescue's beliefs, you are doomed to burn in Hell. Fuck off, assholes.

Women who have late-term abortions aren't lazy bitches who just want to kill their babies, as anti-choice zealots claim. When a woman gets such an abortion, it is because either she has some serious mental health issues or there are serious health complications for either mother, the fetus, or both. Before I became a sex writer, I was a political writer who often wrote testimony regarding pending legislation. If you'd like to read one of my testimonials, please continue below the fold. I've included here my written testimony to the Massachusetts legislature in 2003, against a "partial-birth" abortion bill that never passed here, thankfully.

The murder of Dr. Tiller reminded me of my previous work, and I wanted to include an example of it now so that my readers may see what kind of work I used to do. I also include a link to an article I wrote for American Politics Journal about my experience in the State House that day. I published it with my real name, Trish Wilson. Here's the link:

Anti-Gay Meltdown In Massachusetts: Observations of the Massachusetts Legislative Hearings

Here is a brief excerpt from that article, describing the intimidating behavior of anti-choice and anti-gay people present at the State House that day:

A group of religious right folk sat behind me. Whenever anyone would get up to testify for gay marriage or civil unions or to testify against the abortion bills, these people would start praying. It was an obvious and public political display. One man decided to shove his way past me and the women from Massachusetts NOW with whom I sat rather than take the longer and easier way around. This man accidentally-on-purpose brushed his dirty shoes on my white coat. He leaned over with a smile I later realized was a sneer, brushed the dirt away with one hand, and said he didn't want to mess up my nice, clean coat. Being a polite and decent person, I thought he really had accidentally stepped on my coat. However, the woman sitting next to me gave him a look that spat daggers. It took me a few minutes to figure out what a hostile passive-aggressive stunt this man had pulled. It really creeped me out. I moved my coat to my side (it had been sitting on a wide ledge behind me), and tucked my briefcase and purse tightly under my legs. Once he sat down behind me, he began to pray the moment anyone stood up to testify in support of gay marriage, or to say that the abortion laws promoted by the religious right camp not only violated the constitution, they invaded women's privacy. There must have been some kind of signal the anti-choice/religious right folk gave each other, because they would pray and emote at the same time. It was like watching a flock of starlings dive-bomb the same tree, at the same time, without warning, but without all the noise.
And now onto my testimony that day about "partial-birth" abortion:

My name is Patricia Wilson. I am an editor and writer for Expository Magazine as well as editor-at-large and writer for Feminista! I am also an invited member of the National Network on Family Law Policy. I have provided resources, articles, and testimony related to issues affecting women in numerous states, Canada, Australia, and Europe. I would like to thank you in advance for reading my e-mail. I am providing for you my testimony against Senate Bill No. 1044/House Bill No. 570, which is scheduled to be heard on October 23, 2003. This bill violates the Constitution and interferes with a woman's right to choose whether or not to terminate a pregnancy.

The bill's text reads as follows:

"Partially born," the delivery of a living unborn fetus' body, with the entire head attached, so that any of the following has occurred: (a) the living intact fetus's entire head, in the case of a cephalic presentation, of any portion of the living intact fetus's torso above the navel, in the case of a breech presentation, is delivered past the mother's vaginal opening; or (b) the living intact fetus's entire head, in the case of a cephalic presentation, or any portion of the living intact fetus's torso above the navel, in the case of a breech presentation, is delivered outside the mother's external abdominal wall.

"Partially born" and "partial birth abortion" are terms made up by anti-choice partisans. They are not medical terms. The rare medical procedure these terms misrepresent is "intact dilation and extraction." There are no recognizable medical terms in the bill at all. No reference to "viability," "late term," or "trimester." The description in the proposed bill is so vague that it could cover nearly all abortions -- something that would violate a woman's constitutionally protected right to govern her own reproductive health. Similarly vague language in proposed bills in other states have lead those states to rejected those bills.

The language of the bill is about "the delivery of a living unborn fetus' body with the entire head attached," "the living intact fetus's entire head," "any portion of the living intact fetus's torso above the navel," and "delivered outside the mother's external abdominal wall." The supporters of this bill claim that it is aimed at late-term abortions, but that is not possible. No reputable doctor would bring out the "fetus's entire head" until after the 16th week of pregnancy. At that point, the head is too large to be extracted without risking the mother's health and life. Instead, doctors compress the skull before the head goes outside the mother's body. The vague language makes it very clear that the intention of this bill is to ban pre-viability abortions. This bill, if passed, would ban many pre-viability dilations and evacuations -- a common abortion procedure. Such a ban would violate Federal law protecting a woman's right to govern her own reproductive health.

"Partial-birth" abortion bills have been overturned in many states, the key case being Stenberg v. Carhart (120 S.Ct.2597, 68 USLW 4702 (2000), No. 99-830) in Nebraska. Justice Sandra Day O'Connor made it very clear that laws banning D&E abortions such as this one proposed to the Massachusetts legislature are unconstitutional. O'Connor wrote in her concurring opinion in Stenberg the following:

"Nebraska's statute is unconstitutional on the alternative and independent ground that it imposes an undue burden on a woman's right to choose to terminate her pregnancy before viability. Nebraska's ban covers not just the dilation and extraction (D&X) procedure, but also the dilation and evacuation (D&E) procedure, "the most commonly used method for performing previability second trimester abortions." [...] By proscribing the most commonly used method for previability second trimester abortions, the statute creates a "substantial obstacle to a woman seeking an abortion," and therefore imposes an undue burden on the woman's right to terminate her pregnancy prior to viability."

Women who choose an intact dilation and extraction do not do so lightly, as anti-choice activists claim. It is a difficult choice that they didn't want to make. The web log "Alas, A Blog," written by Barry Deutsch, included the stories of several women who made this choice, and their reasons were not frivolous. One woman described was Maureen Mary Britell, from Sandwich, Massachusetts.

MAUREEN MARY BRITELL from Sandwich, Massachusetts. Maureen and her husband Andrew, practicing Catholics, were expecting their second child in early 1994 when, at six months' gestation, a sonogram revealed that the fetus had anencephaly. No brain was developing, only a brain stem. Experts at the New England Medical Center in Boston confirmed that the fetus the Britells had named Dahlia would not survive. The Britells' parish priest supported their decision to induce labor and terminate the pregnancy. During the delivery, a complication arose and the placenta would not drop. The umbilical cord had to be cut, aborting the fetus while still in delivery in order to prevent serious health risks for Maureen. Dahlia had a Catholic funeral.

If this proposed bill had passed before Mrs. Britell needed medical services, she would not have been permitted to have the abortion. Mrs. Britell had testified against the "partial-birth" abortion ban that has recently passed in the Senate. That bill, should it become law, would likewise prevent other women in Mrs. Britell's position from getting much-needed medical services, especially when unforeseen complications occur as was the case in her own treatment. I would not be surprised if you hear from Mrs. Britell regarding the Massachusetts bill. If you would like to read Mrs. Britell's House testimony, it is available at this Internet link:

Massachusetts has long been supportive of women's reproductive health. This vague and harmful proposed legislation would not only negatively impact women, it would also greatly harm the men who must suffer with them when making painful medical decisions that involves children for whom they had so fervently wished. It would be in the legislature's best interests to continue to support women's reproductive health by not permitting misleading and false political propaganda from the anti-choice movement to influence its decisions when considering legislation that will affect the citizens of this state.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my letter. I shall keep track of the progress of this bill. I strongly encourage you to vote against H 570/S 1044. For your convenience, I have included my contact information at the end of this letter.

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VibeReview - The Pocket Rocket Booster

[I wrote this post a year ago, but it appeared only on my old blog. So, I'm reproducing it here.]

I had a nice, long day of writing sexy articles and short stories, so I decided at the end of my work day to kick back with a glass of port, an episode of "Doctor Who", and my new Pocket Rocket Booster . This Pocket Rocket Booster is part of the Club Jenna line. I had heard rave reviews of Pocket Rocket Boosters for years, and I was dying to have one of my own.

I sat back on the couch, wearing only a pajama top. I was fresh out of the shower, so I was nice and clean. I turned on the episode "Blink", which is my favorite "Doctor Who" episode. It's a scary one about those creepy Weeping Angels. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it. I know that, according to Dr. Helen Fisher, there is a link between fear and sexual arousal, so I decided that being scared and being horny was a great combination.

I've already had an egg vibrator to play with, but I knew that the Pocket Rocket Booster was much better. First, I tried the Pocket Rocket Booster alone, without the attachment. I loved the nubs on the end, and they rubbed me just the right way as I pressed the Pocket Rocket Booster in circles against my clit and along my lips. It felt great as it vibrated against my legs. I could barely stand it on my nipples, they were so sensitive. It was great fun to drink my port, watch "Doctor Who", and play with my new Pocket Rocket Booster.

David Tennant plays the tenth Doctor, and I think he's very sexy in a lanky, manic sort of way. So I played with my Pocket Rocket Booster while watching The Doctor get slightly crazy, as he does in every episode. Every time one of those Weeping Angels statues moved a little closer to its target, I pushed that Pocket Rocket Booster even harder against my clit. I was so hot that I even gusted a bit of fluid. Thankfully, I keep blankets on the couch, otherwise I would have left a bit of a mess.

I loved the 5 function 10 speed controller!! My favorite function/speed was the slow and then long pulses. It drove my pussy wild while I played with it. The other functions and speeds were perfect for my face. If I ever get a bad head cold, the Pocket Rocket Booster will be perfect for clearing up my clogged sinuses.

Another advantage of having a Pocket Rocket Booster is that is has a small area of vibration that is perfect for using along my jawline. If you have TMJ (which is jaw pain from grinding your teeth), the Pocket Rocket Booster is perfect to use on your face by your ear where your upper and lower jaws meet. If you have TMJ, that's a very sore spot that feels relief when you rub the Pocket Rocket Booster on it. The Pocket Rocket Booster helps loosen tight muscles in your face to reduce the pain from TMJ and I bet it could even help cure a headache. My husband has arthritis in his right hand by his thumb, and the Pocket Rocket Booster helped relieve his aches. He took the sleeve off the Pocket Rocket Booster and rubbed it on the fleshy mound at the base of his thumb, and within a minute or two his hand felt better. That little Pocket Rocket Booster is a miracle device!

The Pocket Rocket Booster is so good that even the cats like it. My cat Oreo loves it. It was perfect for massaging her between her shoulder blades and on her back, but she didn't like it on her ears. My other cat Lucky wasn't sure what to make of it. He thought it was a chew toy and tried to bite it, but it rattled his teeth. He did like it on his back, though. So, the Pocket Rocket Booster is a bit hit with the kitties, as a massage tool. So, I liked the Pocket Rocket Booster very much. It's versatile, and everyone – even the cats – loves it!

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Crazy Girl Naughty Nympho Sexual Arousal Cream

I like using clit stimulating creams while using my favorite sex toys. Always one to make my clit and pussy lips feel more sensitive, I've tried all kinds of things you wouldn't normally expect a gal to put on her pussy. Tabasco sauce gives a nice heat, and if you use chipotle flavor (my favorite), the person going down on you feels like their eating an enchilada. I don't recommend getting Tiger Balm on your pussy, though. That stuff burns like hell and it doesn't wash off.

So rather than look for a little spice in my kitchen cabinet, I decided to try various sex toy products made for clitoral stimulation. Much better! Crazy Girl Naughty Nympho Cream has a pleasant peppermint/menthol smell to it and a little goes a long way. I put a dollop of the cream on my pussy lips and clit and WOW!!!! the tingling and burn came about immediately. Feeling much more sensitive, I got out my Pocket Rocket Booster and buzzed away. I could feel the blood rushing into my pussy because of the Crazy Girl Naughty Nympho Cream. I've used other clit stimulator creams, and Crazy Girl Naughty Nympho Cream works just as well as the others. The effect lasts a long time - long enough for me to get off. It's a pleasant sensation, much better than using Tabasco sauce like I used to do. Plus the smell is delightful. Smelling the minty menthol is very invigorating and it makes me feel hornier.

I'm very happy with Crazy Girl Naughty Nympho Cream; so happy that I keep the tube next to my bed by my Pocket Rocket Booster. I use it frequently, especially when I'm feeling very horny. Crazy Girl Naughty Nympho Cream makes sex even more fun.

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May 30, 2009

Kinky Food Talk - What Flavor Pocky Are You?

I started a discussion on a kinky sex forum about your favorite geeky foods, and Pocky has come up in several of the comments. I've heard lots of good things about Pocky but I've never tried it. Although this quiz found I'm Green Tea Pocky, I'd probably try chocolate.

You Are Green Tea Pocky
Your attitude: natural and zen
You are peaceful yet full of life. You've spent time pondering the meaning of life.
You are considered deep, thoughtful, and wise.
You're halfway to tantric bliss!
What Flavor Pocky Are You?

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May 29, 2009

Friday Random Ten - The Neurotic Romance Mix

Since I have a scorching case of the blahs, I've got to do something to cheer up. So... Friday Random Ten! I haven't done that in ages. Here's my list. Turn your iPod or iTunes onto Random and select the first ten songs that come up.

1. Fluke, "Absurd"
2. Final, One, "1983 - 1987"
3. Delerium, Chimera, "Love"
4. Lamb, Between Darkness And Wonder, "That Thing (Open Up)"
5. Trance Nation 2, "Aptness - The Answer"
6. Necrophorous, "Lost Land - Part 1"
7. Biosphere, Patashnik, "Mir"
8. Future Trance Vol. 20, Arome, "Hands Up"
9. Republica, Republica, "Holly"
10. Adiemus, Songs Of Sanctuary, "Kayama"

So, what's on your Friday Random Ten list?

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Neurotic Romance, Anyone?

I've been having a couple of blah days, which inspired this bit of inspiration:

How about this for a new romance genre: Neurotic Romance

Erotic romance is very popular so why not Neurotic Romance? As out of it as I've been feeling lately, I'm game for the new genre. It's got "Lifetime Movie" written all over it.

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May 25, 2009

The Haunting Of The Sandpiper Inn - Release Party June 1

Come to my Monday, June 1 chat for the release of my paranormal erotic romance, "The Haunting Of The Sandpiper Inn". This book is published by Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. The chat will be live in the Midnight Seductions chat room from 8 until 10 pm EST. Here's the link to the chat room:


Also, anyone who buys "The Haunting of the Sandpiper Inn" will get a free read from me - my short sweet (no sex) paranormal fantasy "The Storm". All you need do is e-mail me proof that you bought "Sandpiper Inn", and I will send you the free read. Isn't that special?

I love ghosts, and this is a haunted house romance novel set in the fictitious town of Norwich, on the northeast coast of Massachusetts, where I just happen to live. The book will be released in June, 2009.

I've relied on my love of a good ghost story and my penchant for bringing unusual characters together when penning this fun little tale. My main character, Martha Ellis McKay, is a psychic who is writing a book called "Haunted Cape Ann", so that she can pay her electric bill, rent, and World of Warcraft habit. However, deep down she is a skeptic who doesn't take kindly to the fake mediums out there. Ellis is a grouch who has most of my good - and bad - qualities. I like this character very much. She meets her match in John "Beck" Becker, the resident skeptic of a ghost hunting team who is also on hand to investigate the Sandpiper Inn.

Here is an excerpt:

"I’ve heard of the Sandpiper Inn, but I've never been to it before," Jim said. "Beck has been with us for four investigations so far, and he's been invaluable. It's good to have a skeptic on the team because he keeps us honest."

"I suppose he also helps you find everyday explanations for what you might mistake as phenomenon."

"Yes, he has. He's a professional photographer, and he's debunked quite a few photos fans had mailed to us."

He Who Must Boast About Himself spoke up again.

"He does good work, but he's a little too skeptical of psychics for my taste. I've contacted a large number of entities, yet Beck has his doubts. It would be interesting if he suddenly believes in psychics because of you. I've bent over backward trying to convince him we are for real, but he has his doubts."

Could be because you’re such a pompous ass.

"For instance, I sense… What was that, White Feather? A fisherman?" He closed his eyes and held his hands out in front of him as if he expected to poke a ghost in the chest with his fingers. Ellis had to give him credit for putting on a good performance. His eyes burst open, and his gaze panned around everyone at the table.

"There is the spirit of a fisherman in this building! This was not always a restaurant!"

My, but he looked very satisfied with himself. Ellis wanted to burst his bubble so badly she couldn't resist putting him in his place.

"Of course it wasn't always a restaurant," Ellis said. "If you read the sign on the street, you'd know this cottage used to be temporary housing for fishermen who cleaned their catch when they returned from sea. It was not originally built as a restaurant, although I'm looking forward to the food."

She felt a hand brush her leg. Beck held his hand in front of his mouth, trying his best to stifle a laugh. He clearly enjoyed Ellis ribbing Alan Horner.

"Are you mocking me, Miss McKay?" Horner sounded miffed since she took the wind out of his sails by telling him any idiot could have ascertained the building was originally a fisherman's hut.

"Not at all. I'm just saying the information you have could have been found elsewhere. Any skeptic would point those facts out."

"You beat me to it, Ms. McKay," Beck said with a grin so wide it threatened to split his head in half. To her relief, Beck saw she had a level head on her shoulders. She wasn't one of those wispy psychics who saw spirits roaming in every corner. She wanted to convince him not only was she the Real Deal, she had a skeptical mind of her own.

She also would do anything to prevent Beck from lumping her in with the likes of Alan Horner.

"So you doubt the spirit of a fisherman roams this building?" Horner sniffed.

"I honestly don’t know if one does. I didn't come here to contact spirits. I came to get a big bowl of clam chowder and a gin and tonic."

Beck laughed. He leaned toward Ellis and spoke in a quiet voice, obviously so Mr. Famous Psychic wouldn’t hear him.

"Well, it looks like you put Alan Horner in his place. That doesn't happen often enough, in my opinion."

"I don't want to get off on the wrong foot. I'm just starving. I also don't like to make myself available to spirits on an empty stomach. I usually get headaches if I go hungry."

"Plus Alan Horner is a pompous ass."

Is he reading my mind?

"I never said a word."

"You don't have to. You don't like him. It's all over your body language."

"So I'm an open book. He grates on my nerves, and I don't even know him. Ghost sightings and contact are not nearly as common and exciting as television psychics make them out to be. Alan Horner included."

"I agree with you. I also find it interesting you would make such a comment since you claim you are psychic yourself."

"Being psychic is not very glamorous. Have you ever talked to dead people? They're boring. And the intelligence quotient could use improvement."

Beck laughed. "Now I have never heard anything of the sort before. You definitely have my interest, Ms. Martha Ellis McKay. Ghosts are boring? I had no idea."

"You truly don't. I hope deep down my stay is worth the effort, but I can get by with the chapter in my book. Legends are legends, after all. People want to believe, and I feel fine letting them know what the legends are."

“Even if you never experience manifestations.”

"I never said I don't experience manifestations. I do, mostly when someone has something important to say to me."

"Do you think someone at the Sandpiper Inn has something important to say to you?"

"I honestly don’t know. I hope so. It would be more than welcome."

"I'll admit I want the same thing. I may be a skeptic, but deep down I want to believe." He made a point of staring into her eyes. "If you actually contact someone I will be your biggest fan."

At his last words, her heart skipped a few beats. She was determined to win him over. Those hazel eyes looked very inviting. She could get lost in them. When she realized she stared into his eyes a little too long, she glanced away, feeling suddenly shy.

"Let me contact someone first. Okay?"

"You have a deal. Now let's enjoy the delicious clam chowder. I'm starving."

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May 24, 2009

Free Story - Maneater (Erotic Horror)

This is my first free read short story, and I dedicate it to readers of the blog Pharyngula and its host/owner, PZ Myers. They helped me out with the Preditor and Editors poll awards.

This story is entitled "Maneater", and it's erotic horror. This story also includes illustrations done by Gary A. Gabbard. I'm very happy with the story and the illustrations. So, enjoy my very first free read! You may find it at this link:


Here's a mirror site in case you can't download the PDF from the Comcast site. I might have exceeded bandwidth at Comcast. Thanks to Pharyngula reader Mike Young for helping me with this.


Here's a brief excerpt. Just go to either link above to read the whole thing. I had an absolute blast writing this story.

He stared at the way the dress hugged her form, and because he couldn't help himself, he lifted the spaghetti strap with two fingers and slid it back into place on her shoulder. Instead of removing his hand, he let it rest on her warm skin. The nerve endings in his palm jumped at the touch, tingling as he let his hand run down the length of her arm. Eyeing up her body he raised his other hand to rest his palm against her other shoulder. She's not resisting. Good. I know what I want, and she knows why I'm here. I'll probably find out what she knows about Olly, too. Her skin felt warm and moist, sweaty and slick from the heat. Inhaling deeply he took in her musky scent. His palms itched from merely touching her skin but he didn't care. He wanted to feel her, to get inside her, and he knew it was only a matter of minutes until he got her where he wanted her.

She drew closer to him and whispered in his ear. "First, let's get you out of these wet clothes. I have a clean towel and I will dry you off."

One by one, she undid the buttons on his shirt until she was able to slide it down his shoulders. Although he didn't want to stop caressing her arms, he let go, and the moment he did he saw the red rash on his palms Where did that come from? As the shirt fell to the floor she squeezed his biceps, taking his mind off his hands. Her long fingers dug into his taut muscles, arousing him further with her touch. In the bright light of the bathroom the welts on his arms looked ugly and raw. He itched as if tiny little bugs crawled beneath the surface of his skin, begging to be dug out.

"What happened to your arms?" He had forgotten Haseena stood next to him.

"The knotweed vines," Darya said as she squeezed ointment onto her palm. The ointment smelled like wintergreen and lavender. Very pleasant. "Sap got on him."

She rubbed the ointment onto his forearms, and immediately the itching stopped. Feeling immense relief with the itch subsiding, he relaxed as her hands rubbed ointment onto his arms while Haseena massaged the tight muscles in his back. He melted into her embrace as she pressed her full lips against his shoulder. Her tongue working his skin, leaving a trail of saliva along his neck. His skin tingled, much the same way his mouth tingled when he had licked Darya's fingers at the Barima. Although he wasn't sure where the sensation came from – or why it came – he enjoyed it. He didn't care, he didn’t want an explanation. He just wanted to lose himself in the sensation of it all, especially as they wasted no time getting down to business, which was what he wanted from them in the first place.

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May 23, 2009

I'm On Radio Dentata In Less Than One Hour

Sascha Illyvich interviewed me for Radio Dentata. I'm a guest on Radio Dentata today. The show starts in one hour.

My show airs today, Saturday, May 23 at 4 pm EST. Sasha Illyvich and I talked about erotic writing and feminism. It was a great talk and I invite you to listen.


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May 21, 2009

Music From Hackers - Guy Pratt, "Grand Central Station"

I have been looking for this song ever since the movie "Hackers" came out. That's so long ago that Angelina Jolie still had baby fat. Now, thanks to the Internet and Youtube, my husband The Count found it! Yay! I love this song! Here it is for you to enjoy.

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