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If you tolerate this your children will be next,
the Manics [single]
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Nothing, really
Food:
Berliner
Television:
Angel!
Movie:
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Video/DVD:
Buffy Season 2
Reading:
Nothing, at the moment
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Neopets
Mm... Ewan...
Zelda, and her rarecandy
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US Survival Tips for Aussies
The Evils of Scientology
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My heart longs for Samurai Pizza Cats :: Ah, Nostalgia
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Hallelujah
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My thoughts in a tangible format, accompanied by pictures that don't belong to me and come from all over the place. |
Friday, May 7, 2004 04:02 a.m.
Currently listening to: Wasting My Time, Mest
CENSORED
(Not because I was yelled at, but I can see it happening. I don't want to mess up because of this place again. I'm sad, let's just leave it at that).
Friday, May 7, 2004 01:32 a.m.
Currently listening to: Fairytale of New York, The Pogues
Things are weird. Candice and I are alone together. We had an extraordinarily bizarre day on Wednesday. I'd try to summarise, but when I was writing about it in my regular non-online diary it took five A4 pages, and I really can't be bothered. So here is a short, strange summary:
People I already know that I conversed with:
Adam
Mary
Rodney/Gus
Ali and Reagan
Manny (although I'd only met him one other time and I was drunk
New Friends I made:
Thirty-four year old guy with goth daughter
David! (my favourite new friend; gay!)
Luke (guy with pot; bought us drinks)
Girl that didn't know whether to take anti-depressants or not
Adam wrote me a note when he was with us. I invite the world to read it here. At first I was offended. Because I didn't get it. It took Anna explaining that she too thinks I'm fake for me to understand. So now I can't tell if it was a mean letter or not. Was it a "You don't need to pretend, I love you for who you are" letter, or a "You're fake and pathetic and I hate you because of it" letter? I'm still deciding. I could just ask, but that would be too easy.
I'm trying, okay? I wore purple on Wednesday. The real me and the fake me are slowly but surely becoming one, semi-fake, yet somewhat-real person. The End.
Saturday, May 1, 2004 12:51 a.m.
Currently listening to: This Woman's Work, Kate Bush
Fuck everyone. I hate everyone and everything. I hate you. And you. I hate that you can block people on MSN, because it's encouragement for awful people to be even worse. How could I have felt so acceptable earlier today, and for me to feel like this now? I have so much anger. Hey, you were right, Adam! I am an angry little bitch! Of course, you said that weeks ago before seeing me angry. Now? Angry! I wish I could go back to having no acquaintances. I wish I could still be all new and mysterious, instead of becoming boring because I couldn't help but share everything about myself. I wish I could go back to December last year. I mean, I had no friends, but I was happy. I loved my family, I loved my music, I loved making two hundred dollars every week. I loved spending most of that two hundred dollars on CDs. I loved being able to watch Haggard without thinking 'Oh God, my Goth points are slipping through my fingers with every second!' I miss having no one to impress. I miss sleep.
And stupidly I miss things that I never really had to begin with. I miss feeling like someone loved me. No one ever really has. I guess everyone says that afterwards, but I really mean it. And I never loved anyone either. I think I'm incapable. Since my self-esteem is non-existent, as soon as anyone shows the tiniest bit of interest in me, I totally fixate since I figure, 'Hey, someone likes me?! This will most likely never happen again!', and I get scarily attached. But that's not love. I don't love.
Before I had an excuse for my loneliness. I miss that. Because now I see all these people, and I still feel completely alone. And there's no excuse, except that something in my head is utterly defective. But then, I've always been like that. Defective. My preschool teacher implied it. Every teacher I've had since implied it. My family thinks so.
Don't suck me in with that "we're so alike" bullshit. I won't be fooled again. Except I know I so easily could be. What's wrong with me? I long for an explanation.
But I won't get one, this I know. So instead I'll listen to what was my favourite song in high school over and over, while wishing there was someone here to hug me, and hold my hand, and tell me what to do. The End.
Friday, April 30, 2004 05:19 p.m.
Yes! My Manics single that I won on ebay came in the mail today. So happy. The End.
Friday, April 30, 2004 11:28 a.m.
You can't slip that familiar life on again
Like the coat that still bears the warm imprint of your body
Colder now,
You must travel on...
I was way too drunk on Wednesday. I'm not in the mood for this. I'm too tired. The End.
Wednesday, April 28, 2004 10:30 p.m.
Currently listening to: Nothing
Well, drunkeness. The End.
Tuesday, April 27, 2004 10:35 a.m.
I have a lecture today. Is that why I am at uni right now? God no! I'm here so that I can use the internet. I'm not staying for the lecture, after this I'm going home for sleep. I will research my other assignment, though. I better do it now, since there's less than an hour before I plan to leave. I'm meeting Candice in the city again tomorrow, yay! Manics on the TV, here I come! The End.
Monday, April 26, 2004 11:46 p.m.
Currently listening to: Lost and Found, Penelope Swales
I'm tired. I need sleep. Why am I still awake? Because I am. Fuck you!
Saturday, April 24, 2004 02:15 p.m.
Currently listening to: Country House, Blur
How exactly did I forget that I love Blur?! Mmm... Damon. The most ordinary looking person I've ever found attractive.
Fi has a copy of Q magazine from 2001 with the Manics on the cover, and she said that I could have it! Oh, so happy! I love the Manics. I love Fi, for she gives me the gift of Manics, and of course because she's fantastic.
I need a shower. I feel all yuck. And fat, but I don't talk about that anymore. I hope Candice's birthday party is as good as last year's. I had fun at that one. It's probably the only party that I've ever had fun at, actually. I always make a fool of myself, but that time I didn't! And me and Holly were totally going at it, and it was hilarious because hell, it just was. And Beau told me I had a nice ass! Compliments mean yay! Heh. The End.
Saturday, April 24, 2004 01:16 a.m.
Currently listening to: The Leviticus Song, Martin Pearson
So we've been going to the Woodford Folk Festival since I was twelve, right? Well, next weekend (dum, da-dum!) we're going to the Woodford tree-planting weekend. Where it sux that I have to plant trees. Where it rocks, because Penelope Swales and Martin Pearson are going to be there, performing at night! God, how I love both of them. If Rebecca Wright was going as well I'd be the happiest little folkie in the world. We will so be all up with the "Oh, Penelope! Please play The Raven and the Pheonix so that we can sing along! Now do Lost and Found! And Farewell Margaret! And then Martin will play, and I'll be too nervous to request anything because I love him so much and I feel like he's really famous even though he's only the tiniest bit famous. Obviously I'm really looking forward to this weekend.
I get to wear beautiful folkie clothes for three days. I don't understand myself at all. If I love the clothes so much, why don't I just wear them every day? I guess it's because of the people I want to fit in with. I mean, I love the people I associate with; I think they're absolutely beautiful. But hell, it's not me, is it? Everything's a costume, it's just that some costumes fit better than others. So I'll just keep going along, faking it all, faking everything, because it's easier than finding something real. Is there anything real for me to find? Oh no, here's me being pathetic and emo again. Forgive me?
I am happy, though. I'd be happier if I hadn't accidently just hacked the front of my hair to pieces, but still... happy. I've drunk almost five litre of water today, so I'm feeling a bit weird.
Dammit! Like so many other times when I've gone into my room when I should have been doing something else, I've been distracted by trying on all my old and hilarious clothes. It's now 2:30am. I love my clothes. I'm so glad that I'll buy anything when I'm in opshops. If I didn't I wouldn't have my lovely nurses uniform, would I? No. No I would not. The End.
Friday, April 23, 2004 08:09 p.m.
This is definitely my last post today. I've made a new livejournal, in which I can use up all my obsessive energy. I'll only post happiness here, and at my ordinary livejournal, from now on. I'll still be crazy. People just won't have to read about it. That's what everyone wanted, right? The End.
Friday, April 23, 2004 06:14 p.m.
Currently listening to: Baker Baker, Tori Amos
I should have gone to Brisbane. I'm going insane here. I should have gone to the party. I'm going insane. INSANE. So insane that I'm using capitals to emphasise words instead of taking the time to do italics! I feel really damn frustrated for some reason, like I want to cut myself into little pieces just because it would be something to do. Someone talk to me! This was not a good day to spend completely alone. I see no people for seventeen hours. I can't take it.
Friday, April 23, 2004 02:37 p.m.
Currently listening to: More Effeminate Than You, Robin Black and IRS
I got more phone credit today. Telstra changed plans now, so I can buy my credit fifteen dollars at a time now, instead of in twenty-five dollar lots. This is a very good thing; I'll probably always have credit now. Since I've saved money on that, I have free money to buy... thin clothes! Inspiration (thinspiration, ick term, bah), and things. The End.
Friday, April 23, 2004 03:07 a.m.
Currently listening to: Faster, Manic Street Preachers
I am purity,
They call me perverted.
Happy again! I've reached that half waking, half sleeping state where everything's hilarious. Has everyone seen this? Funny! I've had that bookmarked for a year. I'm three hours into my fast. Go me. Only seventy-seven to go.
Is anyone able to explain to me why I never feel hungry anymore? That's why I feel like such a failure; I'm not even hungry, I just eat. The End.
Friday, April 23, 2004 01:56 a.m.
Currently listening to: Yes, Manic Street Preachers
Well, so much for my attempted recovery. I can't take how huge I am anymore. I'm starting a fast now. Well, at midnight I started, really. One hour in! Woo! I guess I'm going for a breaking of my record again. Seventy-six hours. I could just go for seventy-seven, but my obsession with symmetry won't allow it. I think a nice round eighty hours will be good. That means I eat again at 8am Monday morning. That's hardly any time! And if all has gone well, maybe I'll keep going. Like Richey said, "I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view". Because then everyone would stop staring at me, right?
Yesterday Candice and I were hanging out at the Basement during the day. We were putting all these songs on, on the video jukebox thing, and I got to put You Stole the Sun from my Heart on! I was there, in public, watching my Manics on a TV screen. Oh, and Adam and Fi stopped by as well. But oh, the Manics! I've been listening to them a lot over the last few days; still my favourite band, without a doubt.
I have two assignments to do this weekend. I was meant to go to Lauren's birthday party tomorrow, but I've got too much work to do. Also, I've been so fucking depressed over the last week that I really wouldn't have enjoyed it much anyway. I don't know what's wrong with me, but it's something. The End.
Wednesday, April 21, 2004 08:19 a.m.
Am I dull, unattractive and irritating? Because I feel like I am. I mean, I would hate me! I'd be like, "Yuck! Shut the fuck up, you pathetic nobody! No one likes you!" Maybe that's what people are like. I never get invited to anyone's birthday parties. How many do I know about now, that I thought I would have been invited to? A whole hell of a lot.
Shut up bitch, you make the world hate you.
Monday, April 19, 2004 02:37 p.m.
Currently listening to: tippity tappity...
I'm so tired. I have an exam in an hour, though, so there'll be no sleeping for me until later tonight. I'm not in the mood for writing here now, really. But I know I probably won't get a chance for a couple of days, so I should probably be taking advantage of this opportunity. So...
Life is now fine. But don't worry world, I'll wish I could die again soon. I just don't stay happy. Reading over my crappy recorded history (say, here) just proves to me that time and again, I'll feel like shit. Why do I have to be like this? Is everyone like this, and I just haven't noticed? But like I said, for today, things are fine... The End.
Sunday, April 18, 2004 06:25 p.m.
Currently listening to: Die In the Summertime, Manic Street Preachers
I'm baaa-aaack. Leaving is dumb, for any length of time. No one can make me leave. I fixate so badly. But I no longer care. I wish someone would dance with me today. I want to spin and spin forever, to this song, and the next song; for my whole playlist. Leaving this computer tomorrow will be much harder now that I again have playlist-making capabilities. Oooh, dammit! Richard Marxism does it to me every time. Delirious happiness is so rare, and now I'm typing so fast that my fingers feel like they're going to snap off. Nothing suss, shake it out, shake it out, gah! Shut up, mind!
Calm and collected... I should study. I need to study. I'm too passionate about music is the problem. I have too many songs that start playing, and I immediately think "Dammit, this means I have to get up and dance now!" I'm talking about alone, in my own home, too. Not out or some such.
I'm auditioning for Australian Idol. Fun. I'm most probably doing Gillian by the Waifs, since it won't be common, and it's all deep for my voice and shit. Now study, though. It's necessity. The exam is tomorrow. The End.
I'm back on track.
Sunday, April 18, 2004 11:44 a.m.
Currently listening to: Chainbrake, Penelope Swales
I'll be gone for days, so I'll say now that I'm having a break. From this. From writing here. I'm very, very tired; life is tiring.
Sunday, April 18, 2004 06:07 a.m.
Currently listening to: Emotionless, Good Charlotte
I always considered it to be hypocritical, when people decided that a band they had liked in the past was too embarrasing to continue liking. Yet that's how I'd been feeling about Good Charlotte for months. Now I feel bad. Because until I listened to it just then, I'd forgotten that this song was one of the loveliest ever written. When their third album comes out I will most assuredly buy it.
I think I have glandular fever. My entire body aches. Sadness. The End.
Thursday, April 15, 2004 12:30 p.m.
Currently listening to: One Man, One Woman, ABBA
New black pens! After waiting for two weeks to replace them after both died within a day of each other, I now have FOUR. My mummy got them this morning. I was expecting one, but instead she got me all of them that the shop had! And she paid for them! And they're four dollars each! And I got a red one too! But oh, sad. Because that's the only shop in the whole world that has them; apparently they're getting more. They better be! This type of pen is my life!
Work, you stupid fucking computer type box, work! I have one more reading to print that I have to read for an exam on Monday; the QUT website has decided to be a bitch and stop working.
Wednesday, April 14, 2004 07:14 p.m.
Currently listening to: Your Sweet 666, HIM
From happy to sad in such a short time... I can feel a battle brewing, and though I want to stay out of it I know that I can't. Why, why, why can't everyone just love each other instead of liking some people, and tolerating other people, and being rude to others, to their faces?! If you're nice, then everyone should be nice back.
I owe her so damn much, and I'm doing this weird thing I'm doing for her, really. That's why it's her I'm seeing on Friday, my first free day back in Brisbane. I can't wait to see her. It'll be the first time in a week that I don't have to worry, waiting for my phone to buzz. I hate it. I hate life at the moment. The End.
Wednesday, April 14, 2004 02:28 p.m.
Currently listening to: Strawberry Gashes, Jack off Jill
I'm back! Back from the shiny place. It was beautiful. Dammit, Mum just got home. There's always this feeling of dread that sinks down into my stomach when I hear the car drive in the driveway. Argh, I've been craving this song for weeks. This is the first time I've heard this song in a year; I used to dance around the house to it, trying to appear "sexy". I'm silly ^_^; and now it's KA and Big Isn't Beautiful, and yay! I've made myself a happy songs mix CD, and it's making me far too excited and eee!
Yesterday we finally, finally found a replacement copy of the Darren Hayes album on cassette at a petrol station. I was so happy to listen to it again. Especially when a song on it played that I'd forgotten existed and actually really love. Yes, I got the musical thrill. It's been so long, but there it was; that thrill that makes you shiver and go "Yay, thrill!".
Back to Brisbane tomorrow. Work tomorrow night, then I'm probably going to see Candice on Friday for drinking. I miss alcohol. I'm sick of all of my worries. They all go away when I'm drunk. Except obviously my irrational fear of people I love being killed never goes. That was demonstrated two weeks ago when I whacked my head really hard on the train window. Oh, and speaking of bizarre drunken behaviour, I licked the Sydney Opera house. The scary (or scarier) thing is that I wasn't drunk. And now I'm kind of sick. I'm going to just make myself believe that the two are unrelated or I'll probably go into heavy duty paranoia mode. Avoidance, avoidance. The End!
Sunday, April 11, 2004 04:37 p.m.
I've just remembered something from Thursday. When we were sitting in Hungry Jack's (my home. Yes.), and I was bitching about how much food I'd eaten and Adam stuck his fingers in my mouth to intimate purging and that made me really happy for some reason, like we were sharing a secret. But anyway, that's not the point. The point is that one of the two girls he'd brought in with him heard me bitching, and she said I was tiny. Tiny! Pride, glorious pride. Compliments are so rare, and it was glorious good. Happiness!
Sunday, April 11, 2004 02:13 p.m.
I'm never "Currently listening" to anything good anymore, am I? It sux. Lets see, what else sux? I have two exams next week, and an assignment due. That sux. I'm a fat cow. That sux too. But...
We're going into Sydney, in the city tomorrow! That rules! Augh, so happy! Biggest city in the fucking country, and it's all mine! I'm meant to be studying today, but I don't want to study. Though I may be excited about tomorrow, I do miss Brisbane. The Blue Mountains are over-run with Wu-Tangs, and there isn't an emo to be seen. Where are my long fringed, depressed boys?
I'm very tired. I got something like eleven hours of sleep last night, and still I'm very tired. What's wrong with me? I still say I'm dying, but no one agrees. The End.
Thursday, April 8, 2004 09:54 a.m.
Do people want to know how pathetic I am? Let's talk about how pathetic I am... I'm planning to steal toilet paper from the university toilets after I finish here, because I've run out and can't afford to buy more. I haven't paid for a train ticket since last week, and since I'm a paranoid person (understatement) I've almost been killed by the stress. But on Saturday I get to wake up at 3am and drive for hours and hours until it's night time, and that makes me happy. ^_^ See?! Happy! Why does that make me happy, though? Should it? Is that weird? I wish we were going to Canberra. I miss Luke and his awesomeness. But no, sucky Blue Mountains, Sydney time for me.
I made a new friend today, named Aleisha. She's cool, and had suspenders. Not the leg kind, the other kind. I've really got to go and catch the train, but I don't want to leave my beloved internet. Oh well. This is my last time on here before I go away, so I could be gone for a while. Time to go! The End.
Wednesday, April 7, 2004 08:35 a.m.
Dammit, I've got to go. Not to my lecture (although I have to do that too), but to get a drink. My brain is melting. Hee! Hey Candice, remember at school when we found it hilarious that 'Brian" (Molko) and 'brain' had almost the same spelling? And how in My Sweet Prince, we'd be all "Never thought you'd fuck with my Brian"? How funny was that?! The End.
Wednesday, April 7, 2004 08:07 a.m.
Currently listening to: the tappity tap tap of other people typing
I am on... the fucking university internet! Go my incredible, unsurpassed skill! I am the king (of skill, not like Elvis or something, because I hate that guy)! I'm getting something that resembles that musical thrill (no music, though), all because I'm on the internet. I don't want to leave in twenty minutes to go to a lecture, I really, really don't. But I must. So now the sadness... It overwhelms. Sad, sad.
But happy! Because I am going to Sydney in three! (count them) Three! Days! Let's do one of those "update on life" thingies.
Last week I was lots drunk. It's a secret, where my shiny new friends are concerned, that I have been drunk about ten times in my entire life. And three of them were last week! My grandest of times last week was early Friday. Me and Candice got drunk on Passion Pop in the city, then went all around and about, loving each other because we doooo love each other. We even found Meegan, who I hadn't seen for ages! I was like, "Is that someone we know?", and Candice was all "Nooo, not really", but then I was like, "Shit, yes it is! Meegan! Hella good! Come to Hungry Jack's with us!", because we looove Hungry Jack's.
On Friday night I got kicked out of Faith on my first visit. Thanks so much, kids. I'll be slapping you both later. I just haven't gotten around to it yet. Oh, and Mark of the green hair was there and he's so pretty, and looks like someone, but I don't know who. It may be interesting to note that I'm not drunk now, although I'm writing like I am. So after we got kicked out, for looking for a dog, we stayed at Fi's house, hung around there for hours the next day, then drank vodka (vodies, connies, ekkies, aaugh!). Saturday night Adam was mean, but it was mostly my fault and I completely deserve to die. Bad night, bad night, bad me. I hate me. Love Adam, hate me. Didn't mean it, augh no I swear. Calm now. OK, so then Sunday Fi and Adam slept at my house for hours and hours, then I walked Fi to the train station and Adam and I slept for some more hours, until it was dark. Then I was suicidally depressed for two days, then last night I went to work, and now I'm here!
Stolen from Mareep. So, so true: if you hate labels you either a) don't have one or b) don't like the one people think you are
Sunday, April 4, 2004 06:28 a.m.
I'm still alive. I didn't go home this weekend. My Mum hates me. I have been more profoundly wastedly drunk over the last week than in my entire life. Candice and I now have much love for drunken daytime Hungry Jacks. We made friends with the coolest girl there on Friday, named Mary. Me and Candice bought a shared pegasus from Crazy Clark's for three dollars (one dollar fifty each), which we named Vichey. The 'V' for Ville, and the -ichey for Richey, obviously (since we still adore him). Adam is next to me again, and Fi's passed out on my other side. I think we all need sleep. I hope this doesn't fuck up and disappear again, like it's warrant to do when I don't save it in Notepad before I make a posting attempt, but I guess I'll soon see...
I've had a depressing day. So many fast moving vehicles... I need to go to the O'Sullivan's; use their scale and be comforted in normalcy. Is it abnormal that to me 'normalcy' is an ordinary word? It's a lot easier to write like no one's right there reading over your shoulder when you're drunken. I suck. My back hurts from the position I'm sitting in. The End.
Monday, March 29, 2004 08:20 p.m.
Currently listening to: Nothing
Exam in two days, I'm dying, honestly. I now weigh 54kgs, praise me like whoa. There's people looking, and it so stresses me out bad. The last time someone read this here I was hated for months. Gah. End here, till some other point in time.
adam says: the liz is beautiful and lovely and kicks many asses in the teetj. she is the ROCK! in that she rocks she isnt a dirty wrestler well not that i know of anyway back to the point in question that i was talking that my liz is sexy and beutified.
OK, I obviously didn't write that myself, because look at the sucky grammar and spelling and capitalisation! The End.
Saturday, March 27, 2004 02:56 p.m.
Currently listening to: Total Eclipse of the Heart, Bonnie Tyler
I love this song! I love this song so much, I want the film clip played at my funeral. I want my funeral to be funny.
I bought myself a badge today. It was fifty cents. It says 'Birthday Boy', and has pretty stars on it. I pinned it to my dress. Dammit, why didn't I get Candice one?! Her birthday's hardly any time away, and she'd so appreciate it. Except that maybe she wouldn't; maybe she's grown out of finding things like that funny. I hope not, because I'll probably get her another Pokémon birthday card. That will make three or four in a row.
This'll be it from me until next week end, and that's if I come home. I dunno; I've felt pretty cut off from the world since I've been here. I guess it has been a long time. I'm so afraid of next week. I have my first exam since I finished school. When was that? Seventeen months ago? Something like that. Pass or fail, I hope to be drunk very soon afterwards so that I don't have to think about it. It's been awhile since I stood on a street corner, screaming the words to Big Isn't Beautiful and Heroine. What happened to them being my drunken idiot songs? Must... go back to the love of King Adora when drunk. Such a happy, pretty Englishness. More next week! The End.
Saturday, March 27, 2004 03:37 a.m.
Currently listening to: Little Plastic Castle, Ani Difranco
I've posted more here in the last twelve hours than I had in the preceding month. I had to archive just then, for the first time since early January. I'll want a new banner soon. Conor's time has come to leave the scene. But oh, he's so pretty! Such a lovely emo pretty boy. Note to self: shut the fuck up, it's time for change. Maybe an attempt at being all goth and shit? Something with blood and guts and Sylvia Plath. Or is she not cool anymore? Sux, cos I love her muchly.
Before, I put my hands on my hips. Big mistake. Fat, hideous fat, coating me. I don't know if it's just my distorted perception, but I feel like I'm dripping with it. Am I gaining back like a kilogram a day, or is it just me? I guess I'll find out tomorrow, when I step on the dreaded scale. *cue dramatic music and screams*
I think Beloved by Wendy Matthews may be my favourite song ever. It's a possibility. I'm still undecided.
Since it's the twenty-seventh of a month, I can say exactly how many months and years it's been since my first kiss! Congratulations to me, right? So it's been... 3.5 years! I can answer with a decimal, how much does that rock?! Yeh, please no one calculate how old that would make me. I wallow, wallow in shame. Why am I putting so much effort into staying awake when sleep is so inviting? The End.
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