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January 30, 2015

Dear Reader Column 01-30-15

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Dear Reader,

Step right up! Lately there's been a 3-ring circus performing in my bedroom every night and unfortunately I've had a front row seat. "For your entertainment pleasure, because who needs to sleep, right? In the First Ring, we have an LED light show!" It seems that every time I purchase a new piece of electronic equipment, the manufacturer gives me a gift--LED lights that shine so brightly every night I have to throw a washcloth over my DVD player, push a shoe up against the red on/off light on my flat screen television, and decorate my alarm clock with a T-shirt.

"In the Second Ring, we have cats!" Not tigers and lions, but noisy, obnoxious, every day cats. Abby thinks she's a human, so she insists on snuggling under the covers and putting her head next to mine on the pillow, which is fine, I'm used to sharing my pillow. But instead, last night she sat at the end of my bed grooming her paws, which then made the bell on her collar ding, ding, ding. As soon as Abby's dinging quieted down, Barry, my set-in-his-ways tuxedo kitty, started flicking the drawer handle (loudly) on the bathroom vanity announcing it was time for a 3 a.m. turkey and gravy snack. When I didn't get up, he resorted to jumping over top of me--back and forth, back and forth--from one side of the bed to the other.

"And finally, in the Third and Center Ring, my dear snoring husband!" Sneezing and wheezing all day long from a cold, his nose was stuffed up, which meant soon after he fell asleep he started snoring--which stopped when I rolled him over. But eventually he rolled onto his back again, so I had to repeat the routine--four different times during the night.

After the fourth rollover I decided I might as well get up, get a drink of water and sit for a few minutes. But my activity alerted the cats--who thought since I was up it must be morning and "It's time to eat!" Four cats lined up next to their dishes, wondering why I wasn't serving breakfast. I tried to ignore them, but then the outdoor cats (the ones my husband and I take care of) heard the commotion, jumped up on the window sill and stared, "Where's the fish?"

LED lights, cats, and a snoring husband. Yes, there's a 3-ring circus going on in my bedroom (tickets still available for tonight's performance), but tonight this ringmaster is sleeping in the guest room.

* Congratulations to the winners of Devoted by guest columnist Arron Chambers: Bonny C., Rick M., Marlys F., Lisa B. and Mary A.

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
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AUTHORBUZZ: JOHN SMITH (Science Fiction) by Roland Hughes

What if the Mayans got the start of the end correct because they had survived it once before? What if classic science fiction writing and television shows each got a piece of it correct, would you know which ones? If your eyes can only see a tiny portion of a collage do you know it is a collage? Sit back and watch the beads you have had all your life form the picture you could not see.

Go to: http://authorbuzz.com/dearreader click on JOHN SMITH to read more and to email author Roland Hughes, you'll get a reply.

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January 29, 2015

Dear Reader Column 01-29-15

Dear Reader,

"Just Be Nice." The bumper sticker was on the back of the car in front of me. I was waiting at one of the longest red lights in town, so I had a good long time to think about the sentiment.

Some folks have to work at being nice. Some folks don't make an effort--but they really should. In fact, being nice should be at the top of their daily "to-do" list. Other people like Grace, the upholstery woman I met the other day, travel through this world wearing a big, warm smile, and body language that invited me to strike up a conversation, and give her a hug, even though we'd only just met.

The minute I walked into Grace's upholstery shop it was like opening a door and getting hit with a burst of warm sunlight. "Hello," I called out. A cheery voice from the loft replied, "Hello there, I'm coming right down."

My "new' vintage sewing chair needed a little repair. The stitching on one of the corners of the seat was coming undone. Grace took a look and explained that it was tricky to repair vinyl, especially when it was old. Sewing it might cause the vinyl to tear. "But it's in great shape," she was smiling at my chair like it was a new bundled baby. "It's a keeper, no doubt about that."

I asked if she would give it a try. If trying to fix it made the vinyl rip, no problem, I would pay her for her time, and pick out material for her to reupholster the chair. Grace did successfully repair the chair. I was thrilled, but a little sad that I wouldn't have a reason to come back and visit Grace. So I created a reason....

I baked some of my homemade chocolate chip cookies, and headed over to Grace's shop. Cookies for Grace. Just because Grace is so nice.

To see a photo of Grace and me, go to: http://www.emailbookclub.com/photo/sewing-chair2.html

Do you have a story about someone you know who is "just so nice"? Please send me an email. I'd love to hear about it.

* Congratulations to the winners of this month's Chocolate Chip Cookie Giveaway: Emily C., Natasha H. and Leigh H.

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
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AUTHORBUZZ: With so many new books out every week, we promise these titles deserve your attention:

(Mystery)
THE AMAZON BURNING by Victoria Griffith

(Fantasy)
TEMPTED BY MIDNIGHT by Lara Adrian

(Poetry)
DOLL GOD by Luanne Castle

(Science Fiction)
JOHN SMITH by Roland Hughes

Go to: http://authorbuzz.com/dearreader

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January 28, 2015

Dear Reader Column 01-28-15

Dear Reader,

Paul, my 8-year-old grandson, has become quite the baker. We have been baking together since he was three years old. Paul's new, favorite cake recipe is a simple white cake and he tops it off with his absolute, all-time favorite, dark chocolate buttercream frosting. The other day, instead of making a cake or cupcakes, Paul used a pan, with 12 small squares in it, so he ended up with mini cakes. They were so cute, and the mini cakes and buttercream frosting got raves from our family. Honestly, they were the best tasting cakes I've ever had.

A Simple White Cake Recipe

1 cup white sugar
1/2 cup butter
2 eggs
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1-1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1-3/4 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 cup milk

Preheat oven to 350 degrees, grease and flour pan(s).

In a bowl, cream together the sugar and butter. Beat in the eggs, one at a time, then stir in the vanilla.

Combine flour and baking powder, add to the creamed mixture and mix well. Stir in the milk until batter is smooth. Pour or spoon into pan(s). Bake 30 to 40 minutes in preheated oven for cake. For cupcakes, or mini cakes bake 17 to 25 minutes. Stick a toothpick in and when it comes out clean, the cakes are done. Or if you touch the center of the cake and it springs back, it's done.

(The cake pan Paul used looks like a cupcake pan, only instead of circles, it has squares.)

Dark Chocolate Buttercream Frosting

1 cup unsalted butter, softened but not melted
3-1/2 cups powdered sugar
1/2 cup dark cocoa powder (or you can use non-dark, if you prefer)
1/2 teaspoon table salt
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
4 tablespoons milk

Cream butter for a few minutes in mixer. In separate bowl, sift together powdered sugar and cocoa. Turn mixer on to the lowest speed and add sifted ingredients. (Make sure you add slowly, or ingredients will blow everywhere.) Mix until the sugar and cocoa are absorbed by the butter. Increase mixer speed to medium, add vanilla, salt and milk. Beat for three minutes. If the frosting needs a stiffer consistency, add a little more powdered sugar, if it needs to be thinned out, add additional milk, one tablespoon at a time.

Enter to win a baking pan, just like the one Paul used, email me at [email protected] and put CAKE PAN on the subject line.

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
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AUTHORBUZZ: DOLL GOD (Poetry) by Luanne Castle

What toys set you on a search for humanity? For divinity? For me it was my dolls--Madame Alexander, Barbie, Japanese Hakata.

The poems in my new book examine marriage, divorce, motherhood, and family losses. The speaker in one poem insists, "I am still looking for angels."

Go to: http://authorbuzz.com/dearreader click on DOLL GOD to read more and to email author Luanne Castle, you'll get a reply.

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January 27, 2015

Dear Reader Column 01-27-15

Dear Reader,

Truth is stranger than fiction--and today it's hilarious. Be sure to read today's guest column, written by author Sally Hepworth. Despite her "motherly instincts" Ms. Hepworth has written The Secrets of Midwives, a novel about three generations of midwives. The book will be published worldwide in English, as well as in France, Italy, Germany, the Czech Republic and Slovakia.

Ms. Hepworth has lived around the world, spending extended periods in Singapore, the U.K., and Canada, where she worked in event management and Human Resources. Sally lives in Melbourne, Australia with her husband and two children.

Email author Sally Hepworth, she's waiting to reply. And when you send an email you'll be entered in a drawing for a copy of her book. Three books are waiting for lucky book club readers. Email: [email protected]

Welcome to the book club, author Sally Hepworth...

I am one of those sappy people who always wanted children. Before I had kids of my own, I used to watch new mothers--awed by the way they could instinctively soothe their baby with a single touch, marveling at how they could direct their baby's tiny limbs into various knitted garments with ease. Most of all, I was awed by the abundance of love.

But an earth mother, I am not. When my turn came around, the abundance of love was there, but the rest of it, the instinctive stuff, was not. When my son cried, I had no idea if he was hungry, cranky or soiled. Dressing my newborn felt much like stuffing an octopus into a net bag. And there was that time I was burping him when he slipped off my shoulder and down the back of the couch (he came out remarkably unscathed).

No, for me, mothering wasn't exactly instinctual. Yet, despite all my shortcomings there was a surprising silver lining. No matter what I did, my little boy thought I was fantastic.

When he was two months old, we were invited to a friend's house on the other side of town. My husband had taken the car to work, so another friend offered to drive us. I was running late, so when I finally got outside, I hurriedly settled my son's car seat in the back, slid into the passenger seat and launched into conversation about diaper rashes, mastitis, and the pros and cons of the pacifier.

We'd been on the freeway for a good fifteen minutes when I looked in the rear view mirror and noticed my son's car seat wasn't there. It was one of those life-flashing-before-your-eyes moments. Where on earth was my baby? Had I left him at home? On the sidewalk? Had someone taken him?

It took about ten seconds, but I finally located his upturned seat in the foot well behind the driver's seat. I hadn't strapped his car seat to the car.

My friend managed to pull off the freeway and I flew out of the car and yanked his seat out, turning it upright. I frantically scanned my baby, searching for evidence of physical or emotional trauma. But as soon as I saw him, I knew there wasn't any.

Because he was grinning at me.

--Sally Hepworth

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Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
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AUTHORBUZZ: TEMPTED BY MIDNIGHT (Fantasy) by Lara Adrian

In writing a long-running series with an ever-expanding cast of characters, I often find myself faced with a secondary player who's only supposed to be part of the wallpaper but instead chews it up and demands I give him a story. Yes, Lazaro Archer, I'm looking at you. Granted, I haven't made it easy on the thousand-year-old Breed male. He's suffered devastating losses since he first walked onto the page, but now he meets the one woman who awakens his desire and challenges him to open his wounded heart again.

Go to: http://authorbuzz.com/dearreader click on TEMPTED BY MIDNIGHT to find out more about the book and the author, Lara Adrian. Send her an email, she'd love to hear from you.

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January 26, 2015

Dear Reader Column 01-26-15

Dear Reader,

No one teaches you the correct posture and as far as I know there isn't an instruction manual that prepares you ahead of time for the event. It just happens. You're on your own and you have to roll with it, or in this case, go with the flow.

My stomach had been doing a dance for over an hour; one-step, two-step, pivot and get ready for the big...slide. It was that looming slide that was making me nervous. So I decided to try Mom's prescription for anything that ailed me when I was a kid. "Ignore it, or walk it off Suzanne, because you're going to school!"

I tried my best for an hour to ignore it, which didn't work, so I headed for the dock. The plan was to walk down by the water, sit in the sun a few minutes, take some relaxing deep breaths and maybe then my stomach would relax, too. But only two blocks away from my house, I did an abrupt about-face, 'Hurry, hurry, Suzanne, just put one foot in front of the other and you'll make it back home--hopefully in time!'

Is there an art to throwing up? Yes, I realize there are other word choices, but what the thesaurus offered--disgorge, heave, spew and retch--didn't really seem to properly describe my experience. After all, you are throwing (something) heave, ho, and it is coming up, (and sometimes out the other end, too), but that's another column for another day.

I suppose the truth is it doesn't require any real talent to throw up, but it does take a bit of talent for me to throw up on everything I was wearing, shirt, shorts, even my shoes, the bathroom rug, and the surrounding floor. What a mess! It had been years, who knew you needed to practice? I thought throwing up was kind of like riding a bike.

Standing in the midst of the mess, I could have been delirious, but I swear I heard a bell sound. Round two! But there was no time for the corner man to fix me up, "Keep your left up Suzanne. Brace yourself on the top of the toilet tank and while you're at it, grab hold of those loose strands of hair hanging down. They're getting in your line of fire."

A person really ought to get more advance warning for this sort of life event. I didn't even have time to change. I take pride in my appearance and if somebody would have given me at least a five minute warning bell, I could have pulled up a chair, strategically positioned myself in front of the porcelain opponent, pulled my hair back with a headband and changed into an old wash-and-wear, yet fashionable T-shirt and matching shorts.

This sticky situation brings to mind another one of Mom's prescriptions for life, "Practice makes perfect Suzanne." But I think I'd rather practice the piano instead.

* Today is the last day to enter the January Chocolate Chip Cookie Giveaway. Get ready to dunk and munch. To enter, go to: http://www.emailbookclub.com/photo/Cookie011815.html

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
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AUTHORBUZZ: THE AMAZON BURNING (Mystery) by Victoria Griffith

The cover may scream 'romance,' but my story is primarily a mystery, one that explores the underbelly of environmental crime in the largest rainforest on earth. Based on the murder of an environmentalist and inspired by my own experiences in the jungle: A beautiful but dangerous place where gun-toting ranchers threaten, airplane engines conk out mid-flight and Yanomami women peek under your t-shirt to see what you really look like!

Go to: http://authorbuzz.com/dearreader click on THE AMAZON BURNING to read more and to email author Victoria Griffith, you'll get a reply.

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January 23, 2015

Dear Reader Column 01-23-15

Dear Reader,

Sometimes I need to wait on a thing, but I insist on trying to push through anyway. Even though I know, deep down, I shouldn't. I get myself in these unpleasant situations, because unfortunately, I'm a champion debater. 'This is exciting, Suzanne, you can make it happen. If you don't push things along, the opportunity might disappear.'

And the rebuttal, 'You've been here before, so you know you need to wait. Slow down, the timing needs to be right.'

One would think after all these years I'd take my own sound advice about letting things happen in their own time. Because if I convince myself I know better, and push ahead, then I stumble. When I'm wondering why things didn't work, I remind myself I forgot to use my litmus test for making decisions.

Years ago, I had a little talk with myself and decided if I have to try too hard to make something happen, I'm messing with the natural flow of things. Possibly even standing in the way of something better than I ever could have imagined. So I came up with a litmus test, or as I refer to it, my crowbar test. It's very simple.

If I have to get a crowbar out to "open the door," to make something happen, then it wasn't meant to be. Simple as that.

* You have until Monday to enter this month's cookie drawing. I'm ready to bake and I'll send chocolate chip cookies to your door. To enter, go to: http://www.emailbookclub.com/photo/Cookie011815.html

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
[email protected]

P.S. Do you know a teen who loves to read or wants to be a writer? Our Teen Book Club is looking for teens who would like to write the "Dear Reader" column for one of the weekly teen books. It's fun, doesn't take a lot of time, and the columns will be published in the Teen Book Club! To make it even more fun, send an email today and your teen's name will go in a drawing to win one of these great prizes: $10 gift card to Target, Starbucks or a favorite bookstore. Teens should email Tiffany at [email protected] and put I WANT TO BE A TEEN COLUMNIST on the subject line.

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January 22, 2015

Dear Reader Column 01-22-15

Dear Reader,

When something joyous happens in my life, I wish I could picture my parents smiling and telling me how happy and proud they are. Since I never heard those words when they were living, it's been impossible for me to imagine hearing them now that they're gone. But the other day, for some reason in the midst of day dreaming, I pictured my parents in heaven, and the story I told myself changed the way I feel about them now.

My mother found Ron, the love of her life, two years before she passed away. It was truly a boy-meets-girl love story. Both had been married once before, but shortly after they met, like two love-struck twenty-year-olds, they freely announced this was the first time they'd ever really been in love. And I believe they were right. Four years after my mother died, Ron passed away. Cancer had attacked his lungs, but I think he really died from a broken heart.

Such a strong love would never die, so it's easy to picture my mother with Ron in heaven. They're holding hands, tending to their flower gardens and going for long rides in the countryside, while Brandi their poodle hangs his head out the car window and barks at angels passing by.

My dad went through life thinking everyone was trying to take advantage of him. It was a sad, angry life. My father did more drinking than talking, so I never really got to know much about him until I listened to the eulogy my uncle gave at Dad's funeral. With tears in his eyes, Dad's brother recalled the day my father had to quit school in eighth grade, so he could help support the family. I never knew.

That story has helped me think about my father in a different way, and when I picture Dad in heaven, I see him getting the opportunity to do the things that a kid should get to do. Daddy's in heaven attending school, a full scholarship, doesn't even have to be on the football team to earn it. His desire to drink is gone--replaced with the love of learning. Walking to class with friends, reading books, learning about himself and finally getting the opportunity to experience the education he should have had long ago.

Picturing my parents in heaven, and telling myself a new story, helps me let go of the pain. I don't long for the way I wish things had been anymore. Instead I can share in their joy and happiness.

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
[email protected]

AUTHORBUZZ: With so many new books out every week, we promise these titles deserve your attention:

(Horror)
THE AFTER HOUSE by Michael Phillip Cash

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January 21, 2015

Dear Reader Column 01-21-15

Dear Reader,

My husband is normally my sounding board when I have a problem, but the past few days he's been consumed with his own work problems. So I haven't wanted to bother him with mine. I miss being able to ask for his advice (and I certainly could this time), but being on my own now and then is probably a good thing. Eventually I'll come up with a solution, or my problem will mysteriously work itself out--problems always do, don't they?

No matter how deeply I care about my husband, I have to keep myself in check, because it would be easy to start taking him for granted. My husband's an easy-going guy, not a push-over at all, but frequently he plays the part of a white knight in shining armor, rescuing his damsel in distress. I need to remember that sometimes, my husband needs rescuing, too. Not in the same fashion as me. No, my husband doesn't want suggestions on how to solve his problems; what brings him comfort, is a kind and gentle listening ear. A smile and an "I love you."

My husband and I have an unbelievably wonderful marriage; we've been married 37 years. We do practically everything together, because it's more fun that way. But going emotionally solo the past couple of days has been a good thing, because now I appreciate him even more than I did before my problems showed up.

* Enter this month's chocolate chip cookie drawing, go to: http://www.emailbookclub.com/photo/Cookie011815.html

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
[email protected]

AUTHORBUZZ: Meet authors, win free books and more at this week's Authorbuzz. Go to: http://authorbuzz.com/dearreader

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January 20, 2015

Dear Reader Column 01-20-15

Dear Reader,

"A Fondness for Slugs"? Read about it today in author Carol Miller's guest column. Please say hello and welcome Ms. Miller to the book club. She's waiting to reply: [email protected]

Take it away Carol...

A Fondness for Slugs

I love animals. Truth be told, there are times when I prefer them to people. After all, the dachshund never calls during dinner and leaves a twenty minute pre-recorded message on why I should vote for him in the next election. And the tabby doesn't send an endless string of mail trying to induce me to buy an extended car warranty. Some creatures, however, aren't quite as appealing as others, especially when they interfere with the garden. Mosquitos, of course. We have a squirrel in the neighborhood that enjoys plucking everybody's red, ripe tomatoes from the vine, holding them between his little paws like an apple, and eating them down to the core.
Then there are the wasps that bite a hole in each luscious pear, causing every last one to rot and fall off the tree. And don't get me started on the snails, slugs, and beetles that can mow through the glorious perennials with the efficiency of clear-cutting loggers, leaving behind only skeletal bits.

Although the winter months in my little corner of southwestern Virginia aren't as harsh as in many other places, our area recently experienced a nasty cold snap. A lone bluebird landed on the porch railing one evening at dusk. Even in his comparatively drab winter plumage, he was a handsome fellow with an indigo-gray head and a sunset orange neck. I don't know why he wasn't vacationing in some warmer spot with the rest of his bluebird pals, lounging next to the pool and sipping fizzy drinks with tiny umbrellas in them. But there the poor chap sat, fluffed up from the frosty weather, looking hungry and forlorn.

Two unlucky slugs chose that moment to appear from their hidey-holes in the brick border, and the observant bird was on them in a flash. He dug into the pair like a ravenous teenager attacking a gooey pizza. When he had finished his supper, he gave a warbling salute and flew off to settle down for the night in a sheltered bush. I have no doubt that those slugs helped the bluebird survive the icy spell, and it's made me rather fond of them--at least until the spring, when their brethren begin munching on the roses.

--Carol Miller

Say hello to Carol, email: [email protected]

More about the author...
Carol Miller is the author of the Moonshine Mystery Series. Murder and Moonshine, the first book in the series, was named an Amazon Best Book of the Month and a Library Journal Starred Debut of the Month. A Nip of Murder, the second book in the series, was released in December 2014. Born in Germany and raised in Chicago, Carol now lives in Roanoke, Virginia.

* Enter this month's chocolate chip cookie drawing, go to: http://www.emailbookclub.com/photo/Cookie011815.html

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher
[email protected]

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January 19, 2015

Dear Reader Column 01-19-15

Dear Reader,

I'm ready to bake, are you ready to eat homemade chocolate chip cookies?

If you've never entered my chocolate chip cookie drawing because you're concerned about the calories, let me assure you that you'll be eating cookies for a good cause. Consider every dunk-and-munch of my tasty chocolate chip cookies your contribution to better mental health. Baking is one of the things I do to relieve stress and things have been pretty stressful lately. So please, won't you help me out and enter the cookie drawing today?

My homemade chocolate chip cookies taste divine, but don't take my word for it. To see photos and read cookie testimonials from satisfied cookie winners, and to enter this month's drawing, go to: http://www.emailbookclub.com/photo/Cookie011815.html

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Warmest regards,
Suzanne Beecher
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AUTHORBUZZ: THE AFTER HOUSE (Horror) by Michael Phillip Cash

Remy Galway and her daughter Olivia are rebuilding their life after a failed marriage in a 300 year old cottage in historic Cold Spring Harbor, Long Island. Little do they know, another occupant is lurking in the haven of their own home. Will the After House be their shelter or their tomb? A delightful mix of suspense, romance, and a dash of humor, a perfect companion for a snowy afternoon during this winter season.

Go to: http://authorbuzz.com/dearreader click on THE AFTER HOUSE to read more and to email author Michael Phillip Cash, you'll get a reply.

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