Brooklyn has been crossed

So, Crossing Brooklyn came and went this weekend. Thanks to those of you who came out to see it. It was a really great experience, over all. The material (that is still changing and growing even as I type) is so grounded and emotional, it was amazing to work on. Everyone who came to see it seemed to like it and had great, constructive things to say. 

I was given so many amazing compliments and words about my performance, it was so humbling. Words like "beautiful, brilliant, and magnetic." Who knew, right? I miss it already.

But now life continues as normal! Whatever that means. I got so over-excited about having my nights free that I pretty much booked every night this week aside from tonight. Whoops. Oh well. My week will be full of shows, Think Pound meetings, and Jason Robert Brown at Birdland. I'm okay with that.

Oh, I graduate in about 7 weeks or so. So... okay. 


Another picture from Anthony's visit, because there were so many good ones. Another MoMA shot from 3/12.


Let the wild rumpus start!

I haven't even watched this with sound yet (because I'm at work), but I got teary eyed anyway. I feel like I've been waiting for this for years. Which actually might be the case, since it's been postponed so many times. It's my favorite book from the childhood, without a doubt. Maybe one of my favorite books period. (Don't judge me.) It's being released on my mom's birthday, which is amazing because loving this book is one of those things we share.

By the way, I'm kind of over the blog prompts. Probably should have seen that coming. None of them interest me anymore.

Excited for CB to open this weekend... really hoping everyone can make it out. The material is amazing, and it comes through even in our minimal production. I'm really happy with everything we've done with it.

I guess that's all... I'm going to watch this trailer 100 more times without sound.


A man in a window...

Not that anyone who isn't already coming reads this blog... but why not.

If you're in the NYC area this weekend.....
Crossing Brooklyn
a new musical

Music by Jenny Giering
Book & Lyrics by Laura Harrington

Set in New York City in 2002, following the tragedy of September 11, 2001, "Crossing Brooklyn" tells the story of Des and AJ, young, idealistic public school teachers bent on changing the world, one kid at a time. Life is full of promise and endless possibility until Des begins to unravel under the weight of her fears, ignited that fateful September day. Splitting apart under the strain, Des and AJ struggle to find their way back to each other.

Kerrie Bond, Chris Giordano, Dylan Bustamante, Purvi Parmar, Stephon Pettway, Kelly Reader, Krystina Salcedo, Megan Smith, Benvolio Tomaiuolo.

Directed by: Steven McCasland
Musical Director/Assistant Director: Shannon Agnew
Jesse Wiener at the piano!
Stage Managed by: Samantha Mercdo

Pace University
1 Pace Plaza
NY, NY 10038

Friday March 27th, 8pm: Mainframe (2nd floor)
Saturday and Sunday, 2:30pm: Mainframe (2nd floor)
Saturday and Sunday, 8pm: Layton (B level)

Tickets are $8. All proceeds will go to benefit ASTEP.
E-Mail for reservations!

**Show artwork by Erica Zingaro**


This is the show I've been working on this month, and I'm really excited for people to see it. It's a very minimal workshop of the material, so the writers can see their work on its feet with changes that they've made. I'd love it if people could make it out. Feel free to message for more details.


I'm fine, I'm fine

What is your favorite poem?
One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

- Elizabeth Bishop


I love love this poem. I first read it last year in my English 201 class, and it's stuck with me ever since. I'm familiar with themes of denial and hiding and pretending, I think we all are. Because the truth is, losing sucks - only no one wants to admit it.

My favorite season...

This seems like an appropriate question for today. Since it's supposed to be "Spring" and it's 20 DEGREES outside. 

My favorite season depends on where I am. In Florida... it was Winter, because that's when it was less hot. In Maine, it's definitely Summer. I honestly believe there is no place I'd rather be in the Summer than Bar Harbor. It's the most beautiful place in the world. In New York, it's definitely Fall or Spring.

Will someone please refresh me, though... what is Spring like? 

Last time I checked, Spring was not random snow and 20 degrees with a wind chill. Spring was in the 60s... with sun and flowers and happy warm fuzzies in the air. WHAT IS GOING ON??

I've officially lost hope that it'll ever be warm again.

Taken 3/11/09 (Anthony's birthday) at The Hummus Kitchen before seeing Billy Elliot.


I think about it all the time

My 10 favorite movies

I already have a solid top 5, but I've never gone as far as 10... so we'll see what comes out.

1. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
2. Moulin Rouge
3. Lost in Translation
4. Garden State
5. Donnie Darko
6. Almost Famous
7. The Reader
8. Jerry Maguire
9. Philadelphia
10. Guys and Dolls

6 - 10 were really just whatever came to me first, so are subject to change...

This was lame, I know. But my eyes are literally having trouble staying open... long rehearsal today. Strawhat audition tomorrow. *dead*


The perfect Christmas tree

Describe getting a Christmas tree with your family as a child. How did you decorate it? When did you put it up?

For a while, we consistently had our Christmases in CT with my grandparents. (My mom's parents.) Until I was 8 or 9, I want to say... but it's hard to be sure. 
I remember my grandpa driving us all out to big snowy places with lots of big trees, and it was our job to pick one and cut it down. I remember it being really exciting. 

When I was younger, one of my favorite books was called 'The Year of the Perfect Christmas Tree'. My mom would read it to me every Christmas, and sometimes just at night before going to bed. So I remember running around in the snow looking for the perfect tree. "On top of the rocky craig." 

We would set it up in the living room of my grandparents' house... star on top.

That's about all I remember.


This was taken at MoMA on 3/12. I don't know either of these people. This is probably the most romantic picture they'll ever have taken of them that they'll never know exists.


I'm alive

The lack of daily blogging since Tuesday was due to the fact that Anthony came to visit NY!

(For anyone who doesn't know, Anthony is the best friend.)

Much fun was had - complete with Billy Elliot, MoMA, Build-A-Bear, The Museum of Sex, many specialty food places, our Think Pound show at The PIT, etc etc etc. It definitely went by way too fast... he left this morning, and I feel like he'd just gotten here yesterday. I wish I knew what my summer was looking like so I knew when I'd be home or if I'll be home and when I'll see people again. It's frustrating.

Today has been spent watching the 3rd season of Dexter, since I missed it completely when it was aired. (Thank you, Showtime On Demand!) And also making key lime pie and tacos with Mike. Because, why not? I love Sundays for this reason... nothing to do, nothing we have to do, just being together. Mariah is also out of town, so it's a nice sneak peek into when we'll be living alone in the near future.

Speaking of which, OMG, I want to start looking for a new apartment. We can't start for 2 months or so. We may start mid-April and see if we can find one of the places offering one month of free rent. That would be ideal. That way, we can secure a May 1st move in date and move SLOWLY. Save the big stuff for moving company. It'd alleviate a lot of the stress. 

I'm also memorizing Crossing Brooklyn lines in preperation for rehearsal madness begininng tomorrow. I'm really excited... it's a great show, and I think it can be really great. We spent last week learning the music with Shannon, we just really need to run it with a piano. But I think it's pretty solid.

Luckily this week is Spring Break, so we'll be rehearsing during the day and I'll have my nights free! :) Totes awesome.

Anyway, food, Dexter, and lines resume now.


10 places I have lived, in order.

1. With my grandparents in Connecticut.
2. In a little house in Connecticut.
3. Northeast Harbor, ME (house)
4. Northeast Harbor, ME (Apartment)
5. Cape Coral, FL (House #1)
6. Cape Coral, FL (House #2)
7. Maine summer homes:
a. Motor home
b. House in Hulls Cove
c. Apartment on Cottage St.
d. House on School St.
8. Maria's Tower
9. The Clark
10. 33 Gold St

We moved a lot.

Do you keep doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results?

This is interesting. It's also Albert Einstein's definition of insanity. 

Of course the ideal answer would be no. That's crazy! But I have a sneaking suspicion that somewhere down the line, I've done exactly that. I'd like to say I make an effort not to do the same thing over and over and expect something different, but that almost seems like human nature. To an extent. Try and make a pie and it doesn't work. So you try again, expecting it to work this time. Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't. But why stop from attempting it again? Is that insane? Is re-taking the SATs insane? Maybe he should have been more clear.

Or maybe by saying "over AND over again", he's implying it's trying more than twice? Even so, it would probably take me at least 4 times to get a pie right. Would have taken me more than twice to improve my SAT score, since I went down the second time. (Though that's a different result, even if it's not the better result.)

Maybe we're all insane. I wouldn't be shocked.


This was taken on 3/2/09 at Joe's Pub. The candle at our table.


Art isn't easy

Is creating "beautiful art" more important than the process of creating?

No. No no. No no no no no no no no.

If I've learned anything as an actress, and even just in my time at Pace, it's that the process is so much more important. That's probably the most important thing Amy has taught me. If we don't make the process of creation that much more important, what is there to learn? The final product will be so much more worthwhile if we pay attention to the process and enjoy the process and love the process and all of that. It's 80% of the fun, and why it's all worthwhile in the end.

Short, I know, but there isn't much more to say on that.


Gettin' things done

So I really did accomplish everything I intended to today. The schedule changed a bit towards the end, but only because I ended up finishing the paper for my online class, which I did not expect at all. But that's one thing off of my plate.

I read White Teeth for a while and still have seemed to make no dent in it. I'm honestly worried about finishing it in time to do the paper before Tuesday. Anyone wanna tell me how it shows in the book that Europeans are using the immigrants to construct their own identity? Kthnxbye.

Similar plan for tomorrow. Mike is going to be part of the day again. I'm going to leave with him in the morning and head up to Union Square to look for a dress for senior showcase. We have an agent coming to watch class on Friday, so I need to find something Bob might like. I also need some solid color shirts for headshots on the 26th.

After that's done, I just need to read read read White Teeth, and throw a little Watchmen in there too, depending on how much time I end up with. Mike isn't sure when he'll be home.

Feels nice to have a productive weekend. Rehearsal for THREE hours tonight with Think Pound, since I won't be at rehearsals at all this week. But that was okay. Just long. Really, really long.

Mike is snoring next to me. It's pretty funny.

Okay, sleep hopefully.

Mike is gone all day doing a movie project for a friend of his... so I'm going to be hella productive today. Seriously. Promises. 

 I have two midterm papers due next week while Anthony is here... so my goal is to finish both of them by Tuesday. This may or may not be possible, it depends. I have to finish reading a book for one of them... so if that happens quickly, I should be okay. We'll see. 

ANYWAY. I have a whole schedule for today:

1:00 - Work on paper
2:00 - Read White Teeth
3:00 - Eat / Memorize lines for Think Pound
3:30 - Read Watchmen
4:30 - Work on paper
5:30 - Read White Teeth
(6:00 - Dishes/Lines - depending on how far I am in White Teeth.)

And then I have Think Pound rehearsal at the apartment at 6:30. So I think this is a good schedule, hoping I can stick to it. I can start paper #1 immediately because I watched the movie for it the other day. Even made up a little outline/jotted down ideas right after watching it. YAY!

Monday starts Crossing Brooklyn rehearsals, which will envelop my life until the end of the month. But I could not be more excited. I've been needing it bad. (Don't take that sentence out of context, okay?)

Okay, well, 10 minutes until 1:00... Mike is supposed to call me on his lunch break, which (according to his schedule) started 20 minutes ago... so we'll see...


Did you have a favorite pet as a child? Describe it. What memories are connected to it?

This isn't going to be easy. Oooookay.

I had a few pets between the ages of 5-9. Some fish that died quickly. Hermit crabs. Two Finches named Peter and Wendy - Wendy ended up killing Peter, and died soon after. It was weird.

But then when I was 10 came Max. We were in Maine one summer and one our cooks at the Fish House was telling everyone that his dog just had puppies. My mom had no desire to get a dog. Why would we? We flew back and forth from FL to ME every Summer, how could it possibly be practical?

And then, I'll never forget, my brother brought one of the puppies out, gave it to my mom, and that was it. We were keeping him.

My mom and I named him Max. For a whole bunch of reasons, but mainly it was the first name to come to mind. He was small and happy and adorable and even my dad loved him instantly.

One of my favorite memories of Max as a puppy was how he'd sleep. When we first got him, he stayed in his carrier mainly. But after a while, he would come onto my parents' bed at night and sleep right on top of my dad's head. (This is something he'd still attempt to do when he got bigger, not realizing he'd be suffocating us.)

Max is the reason my mom and I started driving from FL to ME every Summer. After we first got him we had no choice but to fly him back to FL. I remember crying the entire flight. We had to change planes on the way, and my mom and I saw them transferring luggage and such to the new plane. When the guy took Max's carrier off the truck, he took off his glove to pet him. Because he was that loveable.

All of my favorite memories of Max involve my friends as well. He was like all of ours. In middle school he was an intergral part of all the sleepovers at my house. Even my friends who didn't really like dogs loved him. He was a part of inside jokes, and would even sleep on the mattresess on the livingroom floor with us.

For his 10th and last birthday, Anthony and I threw him an impromtu birthday party. It was Black and White themed, and it was epic. My mom baked a cake, and we all decorated it. 

The shindig was complete with presents that everyone brought him, which he enjoyed very

It's one of my very best memories, because of Max, and also because it had randomly brought together a group of people I hadn't seen in a while. Sounds kind of silly, but he had that power. :)

He died a little over a year ago, right before Thanksgiving '07. He'd been sick for a week or so, and then it was just time. I got the call around 10am and knew exactly why my mom was calling before I even picked up the phone. I don't think I ate anything for 3 days. I canceled plans with friends... only left the apartment once. It sucked. But it got better. Sometimes it's still hard. I was lucky to have amazing friends to help me get through it, even though half of them were 1500 miles away. They were all as upset as my mom and I were. It was something special. I miss him everyday.

Decribe walking down the main street in your hometown.

Google has a streetview tour map for Bar Harbor, and after just virtually walking around the whole town I'm ready to cry. Anyway.

I'm going to start on the street I last lived on in Bar Harbor, and get to Main St. from the

School street. I live in the green apartment on the right. The street is all homes and trees and too many people living in one space. I walk down the street and get to Mt. Desert Street. Make a right. On my right is the Alternative Market, to the left I'm passing Reel Pizza and the Village Green. I've spent many many hours in both places. 

Left onto Main St. The main road through the little town. Passing C.J.'s Big Dipper ice cream, Albert Meadows (where Noelle and I would always say we were too scared to walk the path at night, but did it countless times.) Looking at the vacant space where The Muisc Bar, what was the town's only music store, used to be. Carmen Veranda is on the left - a bar/restaurant now owned by someone who used to bartend for my dad. Cool As A Moose, a big tourist store that I still love, is on the right, followed by TheHemporium where, yes, everything in the store is made out of hemp. Pass Bar Harbor Bank and Trust, where my friend Megan worked, the year round Christmas store, and Jekyl and Hyde. 

At the intersection of Main St. and Cottage St. is Ben and Bills ice cream, where you can get lobster ice cream. And also Sherman's Bookstore. If I were to turn down Cottage St. I'd find The Epi, Village Emporium, Improv Acadia, and the Criterion Movie Theater - a historical landmark in Bar Harbor. One screen, old seats complete with a balcony. Popcorn that tastes like water. 

But I don't turn down Cottage St. I keep going down Main St. Passing more little shops designed for tourists, great restaurants (including Geddy's). Agamont park is on the right with it's fountain and gazebo and cannons. If it's 4th of July, people have already set up chairs and blankets claiming their spots for the fireworks as early as 8am. 

When I get to the end of Main St. and the water is in front of me, that cross street is West St. I turn right. I'm in the parking lot of the pier, a building in front of me. I enter the building, go down the stairs, and I'm in the restaurant I grew up in. The Fish House Grill. 

Bar Harbor is still my favorite place in the whole world. There's really nowhere like it. And that was just the main town. There's Acadia National Park where you can walk or ride the Carriage Trail, stop at Jordan Pond house, go on up to Cadillac Mountain, or climb the Beehive or Bubble Rock. It's amazing. 

Yeah, I need to spend some time there this summer.


Write what you know

Why do you write?

This is a interesting question given that I practically gave up writing around my junior year of high school. I used to write all the time. When I was growing up, I wrote countless plays and would act them out by myself. In middle school, my group of friends and I had a tradition - one of us would write a story in a composition book, and as it was being written, we'd pass it along to one another to read and write notes and comments. I still have the two that I wrote, both of them being about all of us.

I think that was the most frustrating thing. I could never seem to write about anything other than real life. At least, once I got into middle school and stopped writing epic plays about the Titanic. I would write stories where the situations didn't happen, but it would be about me and all of my friends, and the things we talked about happening, or the things I secretly wanted to happen. In 7th grade I had a "boyfriend". We "dated" for 5 or 6 months. We never went anywhere together outside of school and school dances. So in one of the stories, I wrote a long scene about our first date and the movies and our first kiss. Things that never happened, never would happen, and he probably didn't even want to happen, since he broke up with me and dated my best friend behind my back for a few months. (7th grade was really dramatic, guys.)

Anyway. I got off topic. Why do I write? Well, okay, why do I blog? I guess it's pretty much the same question, just more specific. I like these prompts, because I can never think about anything to talk about most of the time. I like to put my thoughts somewhere, get them out of me, whether they're silly or really serious. And I like to delude myself into thinking that more than two people care about what I have to say. ;-) 

I've always journaled, ever since I can remember. I have all my journals from high school with me in NYC, and the rest of them are back home. I still keep a written journal, though I don't write in it as much as I used to. Which I do sort of think is a good thing, since I mainly wrote in it when I was really upset about something. I have an acting/creative journal as of recent that I keep pretty up to date with, and I am starting to really love.

I do miss writing other things. Even if they were all based on real life, I guess. There were the few stories I started in high school that weren't based on myself, but were definitely based on traits of people I knew. Though I guess that's natural. I just can't seem to get myself back into it. 

Maybe soon.

Describe your wedding dress, bridesmaid dresses, suit etc, if male.

:-D (Rose, please use this prompt today LOL)

My perfect wedding dress is ever evolving in my mind... but it's all based on being strapless and fitted on top, and all flowy like once it gets to the hips.
So, something very similar to this one right here. (Which may or may not be a dress I found on Etsy that's in my favorites. I mean... what?)
I think that's the basic design I'm almost always leaning towards, though I'm not opposed to a halter either. But I like it flowing out from the hips to... well... hide my hips. lol

Bridesmaids dresses are tough. I'm not sure I necessarily want a theme at my wedding. I'm not sure I'm really a theme type of person, though it's hard to say. My instinct is to let the bridesmaids search for their own dresses, something that reflects their own personalities, and we can narrow things down from there. Since I want to get married on a mountain (seriously. Cadillac Mountain.) I think it'd be best for everything to feel really grounded to each person involved. But I'm sure things will develop from that starting point. I know I really want to collaborate with everyone involved. (Off the top of my head? Bridesmaids are Rose, Mariah, Noelle, Ashley, and Ashton. Anthony is the maid of honor, obviously.)

<---- Or I'll just make them all wear this and like it! (This came up in an actual search for bridesmaid dresses. Holy crap.)

Anyway, I mean, I really haven't thought about it all that much.



You have no goals, get out!

What are your goals for the coming year?

(This has been a weirdly rough day, which is why this is coming so late and will probably be short. Anyway, carry on.)

My goals for the coming year are as follows:
- Graduate
- Nail my senior showcase
- Find a great place to move
- Sell half of me and Mike's stuff
- Save money (which will hopefully come from graduation presents) to buy stuff for new apartment
- Go to London
- Get a job, between $10 - $12 an hour
- Find a voice teacher and acting classes I can afford after getting on my feet and saving money.
- Audition my ass off
- Be happy

That's the basic stuff, I'm sure I'll think of more. I'm mostly just psyched as hell to graduate and start my freakin life.

This was kind of lame, I know, but today has been kind of lame.


This is from back in December where my sketch comedy group, Think Pound, participated in The Dirtiest Sketch Contest at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theater. We revised a sketch we had already to make it dirtier. I think we succeeded. ;-)

(This was at midnight after I'd already done 2 shows of Carousel. So I was pretty tired. And that's also why my hair is curly.)

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Why do you do what you do?

That is the most brilliant question in the world. A question that I have no problem answering a million and a half times.

(I just want to make note here that I stopped mid entry to read reviews of "Guys & Dolls". Which say something. ;-) )

I don't remember a time in my life where I wasn't singing and acting. I did my first play in kindergarten as a mermaid. I sang with my Grandpa when I was 7. I did community theater all throughout elementary school, taking musical theatre classes, auditioning in school, and I started voice lessons when I was 9 years old. There has never been anything else I wanted to do, or really anything else I was as good at.

But the question here is why. Why am I going to be graduating in May with a BFA in Musical Theatre? Why am I practically committing myself to struggling to pay rent in NYC?

For my entire life, the only remedy for feeling upset or angry or anything other than content has been to sing. Quietly, loudly, in my head, by myself, with people around me. It's the only thing that can put me at ease almost instantly. I have specific songs for specific moods. I have playlists designed very carefully. Music is my number one healing tool, and it's always gone hand in hand with acting. I cannot sing a song without acting it, as silly as that sounds. I can't just sing the notes. Even if it's a Kelly Clarkson song at karaoke, it doesn't matter. The text and the music are always crafted to mean something with each other, and my mind just instantly goes: "How can I not honor that?"

It's obviously more than having no other skills. Though that is part of it. ;-) I could not possibly care any less about being famous. I think that the people who are doing this to become famous are doing it for the wrong reasons. This is just so deeply ingrained in who I am. I'm acting when I'm not acting - looking at monologues, using my acting journal to put all the energy somewhere. I've been thinking about Crossing Brooklyn months before rehearsals are even starting. There is nothing that can compare to doing the work and fleshing someone out and getting up on stage and being. It's not even about showing people what I can do, proving someone wrong. It's just about being.

I just want to be in theater. I don't care where, I don't care how. I want to be completely immersed in theatre my entire life. It doesn't matter if I need to work 3 other jobs to accomplish this. If I never get paid for it. Obviously that's the goal, but it's not the reason. It cannot be the reason. Do I have fantasies about coming out of the stagedoor at The Imperial to a crowd who wants to meet me? Of course. I'm human. But that is not the goal. It would merely be a perk. The goal is only to continue. And to be.


Yeah, so we sure did get a lot of snow last night. This is our "balcony" railing. Taken just 20 minutes ago, 3/2/09.

What relationships have had the greatest impact on your life?

I've been lucky enough to have so many amazing relationships in my life, it's hard to pick and choose. In no particular order whatsoever: Anthony, Mike, Greg, my grandpa, my Uncle Scott, Tim, Steve, Mariah, Rose, Zach, Max, Ashley, Ashton, Malaya, Tana, Erin, Taryn.

Anthony (just texted me, that was weird) is the best friend I've ever had... ever. And it still amazes me that he's stuck around this long. ;-P He was the reason I made it through all the crap that happened my senior year, and I'll be permanently in his debt. But uh... don't tell him that.

Mike, obviously, has changed my life completely in the past almost 2 years. I've said it all a million times, so you know by now. Mike = important. lol

As for family - my grandpa and my uncle are so insanely important to me. Losing my grandpa was the hardest thing I've ever had to go through. And my uncle is just practically my counterpart.

Tim practically defined my whole high school existence. The end.

Mariah, Rose, Zach, Steve - the college gang - I don't know what I'd do without gift exchanges and video game playing and talking about nothing and yoga and classes and all of the above. I could write a novel about them individually, but there probably isn't enough time in the world.

Max was a dog, yes, I know, shut up. But my relationship with him was as important than all of these, and probably more important than a lot of other ones.

Ashley, Ashton, Malaya, Tana, Erin - aka the 'D.U.D.E.S' - and no, I will not be explaining that. This is a group of friends I will never ever lose, no matter how far apart we are or how little we even communicate on a daily basis. They'll still be there to reunite when we're all available, and to give support when one of us is going through something tough.

Taryn is the person I looked up to for half my life, even when I probably shouldn't have. But I miss her everyday.

There are so many other people that I can't even begin to name. But I'm a pretty lucky girl.


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