Do I write what I know? Usually I have some knowledge of what I write about, but not enough, because my ideas seldom match my life experiences. So I don't write what I know, I write about what interests me.
I'm revising a new novel, Home Free, and the main character's little brother has Diabetes. I did have a student with Diabetes, and a teacher had to check her blood sugar level while she was at school, but that's been some time ago. I've forgotten the details, details that have to be accurate or it'll upset my readers.
In the novel, the family's house is foreclosed. Do I know anything about foreclosure? No. I had to go online and research it. The internet is an invaluable resource for writers. There's also a scene in a pawn shop. I've never set foot inside a pawn shop, but I have some critique partners who have, and they were quick to point out what didn't sound authentic in that chapter. Another thread in this story is a campground, and since I've camped for years, I do have firsthand knowledge on that topic.
For me, writing is exploring ideas, feelings, and universal truths. When I get an idea for a story, of course it's partly based on my own experiences, I think all stories start there. But writers have to expand on those ideas, and to accomplish this, we have to do research.
Monday, April 18, 2016
Sunday, March 20, 2016
#Eggcerpt Exchange with author, Pamela Thibodeaux
Welcome, Pamela!
Lori’Redemption (short story spin-off of Tempered Fire)
Blurb:
Lori Strickland (introduced in Tempered Fire) has always been known as her father's "wild
child" with no desire to change until she meets
ex-bull-rider-turned-preacher Rafe Judson. Her attempts to change her wanton
ways come to naught until she realizes redemption only comes with true
repentance.
Excerpt:
Lori headed toward Recluse,
Wyoming after another round of rodeos where the cash and prizes vaulted her to
the next level of achievement. She hadn’t thought of Rafe in months. Hadn’t
allowed herself to think of him, and wouldn’t indulge in useless fantasies now.
She’d
made peace with the fact she was nothing more than a bad seed and there was no
way around it. Oh she tried to be good. She stayed out of the bars for weeks on
end, attended the prayer services before or after each rodeo when available,
even visited with a group of supposedly devout believers who traveled a
state-wide circuit within the national itinerary, but nothing seemed to help or
make an impact on her life. Nor had she found the support she’d hoped, only
judgment and criticism. Answers to her questions only incited debates until she
was scorned for her doubt and unbelief or shunned completely. Maverick was
right when he said there was no in between and since she couldn’t succeed at
being good, Lori figured she’d be bad.
Just
as she had all of her life.
More
than once she thought about calling Stanley or Amber or even Lexie for counsel,
but was too ashamed to admit the total mess her life was in. She even
considered quitting. Just give up and go home. But she was too close to making
pro status, too close to the culmination of the dream that began in her heart
nearly four years ago.
A
dream she once thought came as a directive from God.
Now,
she knew better.
God
didn’t give success to losers; the devil lured them into it then left them to
their own devices no matter how hard they tried to be good. Besides, even at
her best, there was no way she’d ever
be good enough for a preacher.
Character Interview Questions: Lori Strickland
1. Nickname: My very best friend calls me Lars, but other
than that I don’t have a nickname…Unless you consider I’ve always been known as
Roy Strickland’s “wild child.”
2. Job: No real job. I haven’t been able to figure out what
to do with my life. Until I do though, I am currently a barrel racer competing
on an amateur level.
3. Currently residing in... My hometown of Bandera, TX.
There’s not much to do here, nothing I haven’t done hundreds, maybe thousands
of times and I hate the repressive atmosphere of small town living, loathe
every moment stuck in this place.
4. Worst fear or nightmare: That I’ll never meet ‘Mr.
Right’…someone who loves and adores me, who I can love and adore back. I have
only met one man like that in my life and, although he and his wife are about
the best, possibly only true friends I have, I hope to find someone like him
someday.
5. Wealthy, poor, or somewhere in between? I guess by the
world’s standards I’m wealthy. My father owns a successful ranch in Bandera and
I’ve never wanted for anything–materially at least. But wealth and riches are
measured in so many more ways than money…and in those ways I am blessed but far
from ‘wealthy.’
Book Purchase Links:
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Author bio: Award-winning author,
Pamela S. Thibodeaux is the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers
Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well
as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with
an Edge!” ™ and reviewed as “steamier
and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”
Links:
Website
address: http://www.pamelathibodeaux.com
Face Book: http://facebook.com/pamelasthibodeaux
Twitter: http://twitter.com/psthib @psthib
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/pamelasthibodea/
Thanks for being on my blog, Pamela!
Friday, March 4, 2016
#Eggcerpt Exchange with author Carmen Stefanescu
My guest today is Carmen Stefanescu, author of Shadows of the Past
Welcome, Carmen!
Blurb:
Purchase Links:
Wild Child Publishing
Amazon
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-shadowsofthepast-1013184-140.html
Barnes & Noble
My guest today is Carmen Stefanescu, author of Shadows of the Past
Welcome, Carmen!
Anne's relationship with her boyfriend
Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year separation, they pack for a week
vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for them.
The discovery of a bejeweled cross and
ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening world--one where the
ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne rest. This new world
threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil's vacation but to end all hopes of
reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free Genevieve's soul from its
torment.
Can Anne save her relationship and help
Genevieve find her eternal rest?
A touching, compelling story of tragedy,
loss and the power of endless love and good magic.
The twists and turns in this paranormal
tale keep the reader guessing up to the end and weave themselves together into
a quest to rekindle love.
Excerpt:
The
peal of the church bells from the abbey tower startled Genevieve. The sound
added to her mounting anxiety.
The
massive abbey loomed over the stone paved path.
All the nuns were at evening mass.
With a bit of luck her disappearance would go unnoticed for a few more
hours. The Abbess would assume she was cleaning the toilets as ordered.
Fear
skittered through Genevieve when she turned away from the abbey towards the
path leading to town. Nothing stirred.
She hesitated. Evil emanated from
the forest surrounding the abbey. With a shiver, she leaned against the solid
oak gates that flanked the abbey's main path. They had hidden her from
detection for the past couple of hours, but how much longer would she be safe?
The
mountain shadows grew thicker and closer.
She
moved her weight from one leg to the other. They ached from so much standing,
but she lacked the strength to return to the gardener's cottage and wait for
Andrew's arrival as planned. Genevieve closed her tired eyes. The image of old
Ryan, slumped dead in his chair in his cubicle, caught life in her mind and
made her whole body ripple with fear.
She'd
rather wait for Andrew here, outside.
Had
he forgotten his promise? What if something terrible befell him during the last
three days, or he had changed his mind? Why should he risk all for an ordinary
nun?
Had
his folks talked him into giving her up, made him see reason? Helping her out
of her predicament meant a huge risk for him -- losing his family, his friends
and his position among his peers. His words echoed in her mind. "I will
risk everything for you, even life, if necessary."
*
* * *
"Anne,
Anne, wake up. Wake up, please," the insistent voice whispered next to her
ear. The touch of a hand, on her
shoulder, startled Anne.
She
opened her eyes, still half between sleep and reality. Her gaze stopped on a
stranger, a woman, by her side.
The
moon's pale face, the only light, filtered through a small gap in the tent's
entrance; yet the stranger's whole body emanated a kind of soft ray, a
yellowish halo making her figure and face easy to discern.
A
long, dark robe, similar to those worn by nuns in monasteries centuries ago,
covered her body. No traditional headdress covered the woman's red hair, which
fell loosely over her shoulders in long, heavy tendrils and continued down her
chest and back.
Anne
stood up and studied the intruder with open curiosity. The stranger’s wax pale
face looked corpse like. Anne opened her mouth to ask her who she was. She
looked Anne straight in the eyes, placed her forefinger on her lips and
whispered, "Hush, come. Follow me."
Anne's
eyes widened.
The
woman, moving away from the sleeping bag, appeared to glide above the ground.
Her bare feet didn't make a sound.
As
if hypnotized, Anne followed the illuminated silhouette heading into the
forest, without questioning her own actions.
An
onrush of sensations unfamiliar to her followed. Dizziness and a malevolent
feeling of unreality suffocated her. The presence of evil, creeping up and
enveloping her, became almost palpable. Her throat turned dry, and she gasped
for air.
Author bio:
Carmen Stefanescu resides in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire Count Dracula, but where, for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just speaking about God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led someone to great trouble - the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.
Carmen Stefanescu resides in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire Count Dracula, but where, for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just speaking about God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led someone to great trouble - the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.
Teacher of English and German
in her native country and mother of two daughters, Carmen Stefanescu survived
the grim years of oppression, by escaping in a parallel world, that of the
books.
She
has dreamed all her life to become a writer, but many of the things she wrote
during those years remained just drawer projects. The fall of the Ceausescu’s
regime in 1989, and the opening of the country to the world meant a new beginning
for her. She started publishing. Poems first, and then prose. Both in English.
Shadows of the Past,
paranormal/light romance/light mystery/light horror was released at the end of
2012 by Wild Child publishing, USA.
Carmen Stefanescu's Links:
Character
interview -Genevieve
1. Please, have a seat. Make yourself comfortable
Miss...
"Genevieve.
My name is Genevieve, but Sister Clementa, the Abbess, and some of her followers call me The
witch."
2. Tell me, Genevieve, where are you living?
Genevieve ( a small sigh escapes her lips.
Then she shrugs) "Well, for the moment I reside at St. Mary’s Abbey. On
top of a mountain in Britain, in the...cursed forest."
3. Do you have
any schooling?
Genevieve (nods and pats and invisible crease of her
dress) "Kind Old Bertha, who took
care of me after my family perished, taught me to read and write. Not only
English but also Latin. And, most important, she taught me how to prepare
healing potions from plants and herbs. Perhaps that’s why the Abbess hates me
so much. A peasant girl of the 13th century is dangerous if she knows more than
her superiors, I think."
4. What are your worst fears or nightmare?
Genevieve
(throws a shy look around her. She shivers and her voice is small) "I fear
the cursed forest. This forest is responsible for what happened to my family.
My father’s odd behavior, the death of my siblings. All the evil that lurks in
it.
My
nightmare - the Abbess, sister Clementa, who threatens me all the time with
sending me to the stake. I can’t understand why she wants me out of the
way."
5. Is it
anything that you secretly desire?
Genevieve
(blushes and wrings her hands. Then she looks me directly in the eyes. Her
voice is strong now. ) "To become Andrew’s wife and grow a family. If his
family agrees....If the Abbess lets me go... If God forgives me for giving up being a nun.....If
I escape alive from the forest.... If....”
Wild Child Publishing
Amazon
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-shadowsofthepast-1013184-140.html
Barnes & Noble
Thanks, Carmen for being on my blog!
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
#Eggcerpt Exchange with author Tracey Clark
My guest today is Tracey Clark, author of "Shocking Finds" A Finder's Keepers Novel
Welcome Tracey!
Blurb:
An act of rebellion, Marin doesn't think that running into the new store in town will hurt anything. Her aunt will never know... right? One car wreck later, her aunt is hospitalized, Marin is forced to spend her twenty-first birthday fighting for her life, and magic - the very thing her aunt has always sworn to be for fools - is real. And so is the irresistible Fae dedicated to Marin's protection.
Kyland has searched Earth-side and all the other realms, looking for a missing Fae child. A child his Queen prophesied would be able to one day save the Fae people from the Danshue, as the evil Fae threat tries to overwhelm the entire Supernatural Community. A child that would know nothing of her blocked gifts, or her Fae heritage waiting to be claimed. A child that has grown into a curvy, delicious morsel he would love to taste
Together Marin and Kyland will fight Fae assassins, overcome betrayals, and if they're lucky ... they will find the Danshue responsible for their plight. That's if Marin doesn't shock him to death with her erratic new gift, and her out of control emotions.
Excerpt: (from chapter two Shocking Finds)
Marin needed answers. Like why had they been targeted? The parking lot hadn’t exactly been lacking for vehicular violence victim contenders. There had been a group of at least four women, standing by their cars, chatting. If there was a target more deserving of vehicular rage, it had definitely been that group of women. They had finished shopping, and courtesy demanded that their parking spots were to be relinquished as soon as possible. Why not them?
The man—and Marin was only guessing that the driver was a man—had bypassed those without parking lot etiquette and zeroed in on Lindal. If she had continued her slow progress through the parking lot, would Marin be in this horrible room with its beeping monitors and bleached air instead of Lindal.
Staring down at her aunt’s unmoving form, Marin tried to find a place to rest her hand. She needed to touch her. She needed to know that the only person willing to take her in, after the death of her mother, was really here and still alive.
“They will find him, Lindal. He won't get away with this,” Marin made her vow as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Lindal's recovery.
Glancing up to keep tears from falling from her eyes, Marin noticed something swinging off of Lindal's oxygen line. “What the...” It looked like a Barbie doll with wings, perhaps six inches tall. The odd little creature wore a loin cloth and sported some overly obvious male attributes. Was it wrong to be checking out the abs of someone no larger than a child’s toy?
His arms tugged and his muscles bunched as he attempted to make a knot in Lindal's oxygen line. His silver skin tone went beautifully with his tri-colored wings— a mix of light purple, maroon, and gold. The little man didn't seem to realize that Marin was staring at him.
“Stop,” Marin shouted. Dammit, this was a hospital. She needed to lower her voice. She also needed to go upstairs to the psych ward. Head trauma, shock, or hallucinations… something wasn’t right. If she told Lindal about this, her aunt would call her every kind of fool.
Hallucination or not, she grabbed the little man by the wings, pulled him from Lindal’s oxygen line, and tried to speak more calmly. “What do you think you’re doing?”
She finally had her figment’s attention. A striking, though small, pair of lavender eyes glared at her through overly long sandy brown bangs. On closer inspection, she could see that his hair was actually multicolored. It seemed to go from crystal white sand to bronzed gold.
“Well, answer me. What do you think you're doing?”
“Waiting for you, of course.”
“What are you?” She was losing it. The buzzing in her temples was increasing. And she was now speaking to a figment of her imagination. Yep, she needed to be medicated.
The creature put its tiny fists on narrow hips. “A Sprite, of course. Don't you know anything? I have my work cut out for me.” Now she was being insulted by her imagination. Great.
“Nope. Too Much,” Marin said and tossed the little man with wings out of the hospital window. She needed coffee. Either that or a large dose of Thorazine. Maybe both.
All About Tracey Clark!!
I am a country-twang gal from the bluegrass state. Kentucky is a hot bed of horses, cave systems, and whiskey. And I love all three. With my pugs and bossy kitty cat, I spend my days writing and working social media. I write with the help of the voices pushing me to create worlds for them to live in. Fantasy Romance, Contemporary Romance, and eventually some cowboys (because cowboys live in a group all their own, yummmm)… These are the genres that I love best. Oil paints, crafts, dealing with Multiple Sclerosis, and writing into the dead of night… this I my life!!!
To Find out more about Tracey here are some links…
Author Page (Main):
Goodreads Author Page:
MS Page:
Facebook Author Page:
Anddddd…. Twitter Page:
Character interview:
Now… without further ado… here is Marin’s yummy man…
Interviewer (bats her eyelashes): I’m so glad you could find a moment to come and chat with us, Kyland… Can I call you Kyland??
Kyland (arms crossed): Kyland will be fine.
Interviewer (lightly chuckles, flipping her hair): Great. Well, it’s great that you could leave the Princess’s side long enough to stop in… as the new bodyguard to Princess de Platadreki, one of the rarely heard about Battle Fae, I’m sure the Fae people would love to know a little bit about you… Tell us about day to day life for a royal’s consort…
Kyland: Pfft… Marin is my mate… we are one of the first known pairs in the Fae community to be soul-mated by the Fae Goddess Lac Mar, and as such, we only have eyes for each other… (Leaning forward, with narrowed eyes)… in fact, the flirtations of other women turn my stomach… the Princess is my everything… She means more to me than my next breath… I work to make sure that she is protected and happy at all times… I also do my best to warn others not to push her buttons, unless they want to trigger one of her power flares, finding themselves shocked by her escaping gift… sadly, as a soul-mated pair, jealousy can be an issue… more for me, than my Minzet… and she is, my sweet one… but then, I find her power flares kind of cute…
Interviewer (straightening jacket and sitting up with perfect posture): umm… That sounds like important work to me… How exactly did you meet the Princess??
Kyland (finally smiles): Marin… I had searched for her for more than twenty years, and was on the verge of giving up all hope… in fact, there were many times over the years that I believed my mission would fail, but I was honor bound to keep looking… before the Queen disappeared, she asked me to give my word that I would continue looking for Marin, no matter how long it took… the Queen said that she had had a vision that a new born baby girl would be ripped away from her mother, that this child would one day mean everything to the Fae people… (huffs and shakes his head) … she forgot to mention that the child in question was her soon to be born baby girl… when I finally found the mysterious Marin, still expecting a child, someone locked away and frightened, I found a mesmerizing woman fighting for her life…
(Kyland looks over his shoulder as if searching for something… grinning and holding out his hand, he finally locates a blushing Marin just off stage… ducking her head, Marin comes to take his hand, blushing even worse as she is pulled onto his lap)
Interviewer: …. (shuffles through questions) … What goals and hardships do you face… what do you want for the Fae?? I mean… what are your plans to keep the Fae community safe?? to keep the Princess safe??
Kyland (head cocked to the side): I will take out the Danshue, those evil Fae working to take my Minzet from me… they lie in hiding around every corner, but they must be found and removed … there are other criminals in the Fae community, but the Danshue have lost their souls… their crimes have earned them a death sentence… and they will be brought to justice…
Sparks light up on Marin’s hands, but Interviewer merely gets a white
Knuckled grip on her set and continues…
Kyland (pulls Marin close and nuzzles the side of her neck, the sparks disappear ): Marin hates that our lives are so dangerous… and my main goal is to always come back to her… we keep each other safe, working together… though I wish she would stay in the background more, Marin will always jump in to protect the little guy… my job is to make sure she is not harmed when she does…
Interviewer (eyeing Marin’s now spark free hands): One final question and we will let you get back to your new duties as soul mate and bodyguard to the Princess… Can you tell us what fears you are facing in this new chapter of your life???
Kyland: … (Deep Breath…) that someone will get past the wards and shields placed around Marin… that one of the curses surrounding her essence will be tripped while she is too far away for me to save her… that Lindal, the woman pretending to care for Marin as she abused her, will sneak onto Marin’s property with some of her Danshue cohorts, that she will- … (a small explosion blows out all the lights)
Kyland turns Marin to him, kissing her deeply, continuing even after her power flare quiets down…
Interviewer warily pulls herself up off of the floor, where she dove to avoid flying glass…
Interviewer (voice shaky): Alright… I think that’s all we have time for… thanks for stopping by Kyland… Princess…
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Thursday, February 11, 2016
Guest Author: Kim Kasch
#EggcerptExchange - The Cats of Cullaby Creek by Kim Kasch
Think “The Animorphs” Grown Up
Love is in the Air, something else is in the water
BLURB:
When Savannah meets Kyle, it's love at first sight. And why wouldn't it be? He's perfect, as far as she can tell. But Kyle appears whenever things go wrong. Maybe he isn't everything she thought he was. It's a complete mystery until she discovers the water in Cullaby Creek is being bottled and sold as vitamin “infused” water. Mistic Water promises the impossible. And then, like a magical elixir, it delivers. People who drink it feel younger, smarter, faster...healthier. But it doesn’t take long before side effects hit. Literally. The secret has to be in the water…or is it something more?
RELEASE
DATE: January 21, 2016
ISBN:
978-1-62135-483-3
BOOK
TEASER:
LOVE
IS ALWAYS RISKY
BUT
IN
CULLABY CREEK IT’S DANGEROUS
IS
IT ALREADY TOO LATE FOR SAVANNAH?
FIND
OUT IN THE CATS OF CULLABY CREEK
EXCERPT:
Kelly and Kyle
These
two shared some sort of history. And now I was in the middle of their story.
Sparks
flew through the air. But, they didn’t seem to notice—or maybe they just didn’t
care how uncomfortable they were making the rest of us.
I
scanned the room. The terribly odd thing was that while they stood in the
center of the cafeteria—arguing—everyone’s eyes were on me.
What is so interesting about me?
After
a few seconds, I heard whispered accusations slammed back and forth, like a
ping-pong ball. My name, muttered in odd and angry tones. No one seemed to mind
staring at me, but only the bravest few were sneaking sideways glances over at
Kelly and Kyle, hoping no one noticed.
This
wasn’t what I needed on my first day at a new school. I hadn’t come here
looking for instant enemies, but I knew I’d accidentally stirred a private pot
and things were already starting to boil.
I
needed to do something and quick. From the sounds floating around me, if they
got into an actual argument, I was going to get the blame.
I
spit out the first words I could think to say, “What’s a new kid to do, after school, around here… for fun?”
Kyle
sighed and chuckled, “That depends on what you’re hoping to find and what you think is fun.” He stepped back away
from Kelly for a moment. “You big city kids always think something needs to be going on. But in real life, in a small town,
not much ever happens.”
“We
could ask my Mom to drive us into Astoria to do some shopping,” I suggested. It
was a little too obvious—even to me—Kelly wanted me out of the picture and was
trying everything she could think of to keep me away from Kyle. I almost felt
sorry for her—but only for a second.
“Or,”
Kyle sat down and nodded for me to join him. I could feel a warm rush of air
and his scent worked its way up inside my head. I barely heard him finish, “We
could go for a run.”
“What?”
Kelly demanded, clenching her hands into tight-balled fists at her side.
“Savannah,”
Kyle lowered his voice and said my name slow, putting an emphasis on the last
syllable, like it was a soft sigh, ‘ah’. And, for the first time in my life, I
loved the sound of my own name. “Is a runner. And she’s fast. Aren’t ‘cha?” He
nudged me and moved even closer. I could barely think. His smell overpowered my
senses; it was the sweet woodsy scent of him that took me by surprise. I closed
my eyes and drank it in.
When
I opened them back up, Kelly’s eyes were shooting red flames of rage straight
at me.
I
gazed at Kyle and felt a warmth in my stomach again. It was working its way up
into my chest. “That’s not what you said this morning,” I laughed then spun
away.
Buy links:
http://www.amazon.com/Cats-Cullaby-Creek-Kimbra-Kasch-ebook/dp/B01AVVSB44/
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-cats-of-cullaby-creek/id1076224663?mt=11
CHARACTER INTERVIEW:
http://www.amazon.com/Cats-Cullaby-Creek-Kimbra-Kasch-ebook/dp/B01AVVSB44/
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-cats-of-cullaby-creek/id1076224663?mt=11
CHARACTER INTERVIEW:
1. Nickname: Vannah
2. Level of schooling, or self-taught: High school
3. Birthplace: Portland, Oregon
4. Significant other: Kyle
5. Most important goal: Get her family out of Mist
AUTHOR BIO:
2. Level of schooling, or self-taught: High school
3. Birthplace: Portland, Oregon
4. Significant other: Kyle
5. Most important goal: Get her family out of Mist
AUTHOR BIO:
I'm a writer who grew up in a family with 9 kids and only 1 t.v. so I spent my days reading and, later, writing. I love books. . .maybe because I never got to pick t.v. shows we watched. But I’d run home after school to catch the last fifteen minutes of Dark Shadows...
I still love to run...and read. My favorite romance novels are The Hunger Games...okay, I know, it's a survival book but it's really all about romance. Then there were the series: Twilight, Fifty Shades, and more but I also love paranormal, Horror and even light books like Dewey the Small Town Library Cat... Mainly, I just love to read. . . and write.
AUTHOR LINKS:
Website:
https://www.kimbrakasch.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/kimkasch
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AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE
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Thanks, Kim, for being on my blog!
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