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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum My Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Family,
I guess I have some explaining to do.
I have been in New Orleans since October. Spent the entire end of the year in jail. Where I suffered tremendously. I could enumerate the indignities without probability of fatigue and never exhaust them. The only good thing is that I was afforded the opportunity to read “EMMA” by Jane Austen. The benefits of such an auspicious undertaking are too numerous to mention.
As a writer and as a propagandist of prude femme, I highly recommend it.
The Sister who is desirous of augmenting her verbal acumen, as well as her prudenciality, will find even Jane’s missives to be advantageous.
I am presently imbibing “PRIDE AND PREJUDICE” and can truthfully endorse it as being equivalent to the former in its sesquipedalianity.
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Beloved Sisters and Brothers, We are at the aborning of a new year. Spring is the season of rebirth after the death of Winter.
For me it is a time of reflection and reconsideration of certain life decisions.
I feel my biological clock ticking and even my patience wears thin, especially when I see no signs of my love reciprocated.
Of course, my soulmate is still my soulmate. But how many people are actually with their soulmate?
I know he knows what is up, but his priorities differ from mine. My motivation is LOVE, whereas his is money. He loves money more than he loves me and I don’t anticipate any foreseeable change in his perspective.
The patina of age, illuminated by the passing of another year, has saliently illustrated that forever is longer than I anticipated. Ergo, I am realizing my option of giving someone else a chance.
Admittedly, I have never been intimate with an F.O.I., therefore my former resolve that if any one is going to misuse me, it would have to be my soulmate, is in question.
There is no being in the universe comparable to the FRUIT OF ISLAM, so with somewhat mild alacrity, I am considering it.
AS-SALAAMU ALAIKUM MY BELOVED BROTHERS AND SISTERS!
I REALLY DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY.
I THOUGHT THIS BLOG WAS BLACK HISTORY.
BUT HERE IT IS.
THANK-YOU FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT.
NOW THAT I KNOW IT’S HERE, I MIGHT WRITE. MIGHT NOT.
I’M STILL M.G.T & G.C.C., STILL IN LOVE WITH ZAWJI, EXPECTING HIM TODAY, HAPPY, HEALTHY, FEELING AND LOOKING BETTER THAN WE EVER HAVE IN LIFE, THANKFUL FOR ALLAH’S BLESSINGS. HOPING THE SAME FOR YOU. ❤ ❤ ❤ OUR CHILDREN ARE GOOD TOO.
AS-SALAAMU’ ALAIKUM!
P.S. CHANGED MY NAME AGAIN – IT’S STILL LOVE – JUST IN ARABIC. 🙂
GIVING HOMELESS PEOPLE HOMES IS NOT GOING TO GET RID OF AMERICA’S PROBLEM WITH HOMELESSNESS.
Homelessness is a symptom of the greater illnesses of ADDICTION AND MENTAL DISORDERS.
In fact, many people you find out panhandling and sleeping on the street are not even homeless!
They have homes they just don’t have what they need in these homes, such as drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, or companionship.
THOSE are the problems that need to be addressed and the root of the problem goes back to our devil slavemasters who ruined everything and put us in this deplorable condition where we need intoxicants and where we don’t know how to maintain healthy families.
But the devil slavemasters KNOW this.
They just like to see us in this condition.
They just don’t want to see it.
Remember when I was wondering where everybody in Leimert went?
Well, now I know.
The government is giving Section 8 vouchers to everybody but you have to move way out in the Boondocks to take advantage of it.
So, as it always is with Christian America, instead of getting to the ROOT of the problem she just puts a band-aid on a gunshot wound.
Meanwhile, they’re moving back into the inner-city where Black people are being pushed out due to higher rents and the mortgage crisis of a few years ago.
READ MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA and FLY TO ALLAH, YOUR ONLY REFUGE FROM THE STORM COMING.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved and Beautiful Asiatic Black Brothers & Sisters!
Kayfa Haluk? Bihayul Walhamdulillah!!!
That means “How are you doing? I’m good, All Praise is due to Allah!!!” in our native and that of our righteous foreparents language – al Arabiya 😉 ARABIC.
I don’t know what’s going on but the spiritual world is in an uproar. The witches are at me!
I was analyzing the words occult and cult. They have the same root. That’s probably why they are so sketchy. Stay away from both.
I’m even starting to wonder about “culture.”
That can be a bad thing.
Our only “culture” should be ISLAM, which is not a “culture” it is a way of life.
Cultures separate people into cults.
Let’s try and focus on ALLAH and doing His Will and not on territorial or cultural restraints.
They limit you and The Nation of Islam “has a future of unlimited progress!” ALLAHU AKBAR!!!
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So, today is the last day of A.J. Week August 2017 and guess what my Baby got me last night???
OLIVE JUICE!!!!! ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
Only the TRUES know what that means! 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
And HONEY!!!!!! ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
Everybody knows what THAT means!!!!! 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
But I can’t wait to see what he has in store, if anything for the closing ceremonies…..
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What’s-her-name’s play made me walk out.
I should have known. Anything put on by the devil is going to be in his favor. But I thought because the playwright was Black and moderately intelligent, I might get something out of it.
Allah Told Me I should have known when I saw the entire cast was devils.
I would never do anything like that.
She was one of those Black “progressives” like DuBois who thought that you could change a devil.
But ALLAH Has Decided that they cannot be reformed so you have to kill them all.
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I had a good weekend studying.
This is education season, except for little devils who are still going to the beach. I noticed that there were A LOT of them at the beach today, when school started for public schools last week! I hate the devil. They put our kids in school early. AUGUST?!?!? Just to get them off the street. While theirs are still enjoying their parents, who are at the beach with them.
Allah Will Pay Them Back.
But it is education season because all of a sudden I have five books. I’m not going to college. I don’t think I can submit to anyone. So, I’m teaching myself. And I’m my BEST Teacher.
I wish I knew more Arabic. Anybody know a native speaker willing to teach me? For FREE? Tell him or her – Jazakallahul khayr.
We are entering a new month and change is occurring. So pray, pray, pray to Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, for GUIDANCE!
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved & Beautiful Asiatic Black Queens & Kings!
I HATE WHOLE FOODS!!!
TRADER JOE’S TOO.
They exceed the limits. It’s like people becoming vegan when Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Taught us that “Milk and Bread are your best foods.“ And not almond milk and not soymilk.
To eat healthy you don’t have to substitute snacks for twigs and thistles!
Now, I don’t eat chips because they are made out of white potatoes or cornmeal and our Beloved Messenger (May the peace and the blessings of Allah forever be upon him) taught us in How To Eat To Live, to “leave those old white potatoes alone” and that the only corn we should eat is corn “in its milk stage.” I believe that is when you bite into it and the white milky fluid comes out of it.
JUST EAT FRUIT and sweets in moderation (like only after Supper).
The last time I went in there (and it will be the LAST), I was looking for some Lindt Lindor Chocolate. They had dark chocolate everything, because that’s supposed to be “good for you.”
To HELL with what you think is “good for me.” You can’t live even beyond one hundred years and gonna try and tell somebody what’s “good for them.”
We know you were made to kill us so your health advice is only going to shorten our lives.
I remember, during Christmas, there was this big anti-propaganda campaign against Nutmeg. Which is probably the best seasoning in the world for sweets, one of, at least. Just because they don’t want us to have it.
Same thing with MILK. Everybody’s talking about how bad milk is for you within the last ten or so years. I guess it’s becoming scarce. It sure is expensive in California. Not so much in New Orleans. Anyway, Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Taught us in How To Eat To Live that “Milk and bread are your best foods.”
Not to mention, MILK & HONEY is the beverage of Heaven.
But the last thing the devil wants is to see his slaves enjoying Heaven.
It is like Lazarus and the Rich man.
That story is about us, but the Christian preacher will not tell you that because his job is to keep you out of heaven.
The beggar, Lazarus spent his life begging at the rich man’s gate. Eventually both men died. Lazarus was taken to Heaven where he sat in the bosom of Abraham, while the rich man was tormented in Hell.
The rich man did not like Lazarus in heaven, so he tried to get him to get trapped in hell with him by asking Abraham if Lazarus could bring him some water.
Lazarus probably would have done it, because he was a good man, but Abraham would not allow him.
Why didn’t the rich man invite Lazarus into his house to give HIM some water when he was begging outside his gate?
Abraham had rewarded the good man Lazarus (the so-called American Negroes) with Heaven but the Rich Man (America) hated it so much that he tried to TRICK Lazarus into Hell with him.
But that’s what they were made to do.
So do not take anything they say for truth. Especially, when it comes to what foods to eat or not. They are trying to kill us and what we put into our bodies as foods keeps us here and the same will take us away.
Resigning myself to the chocolate deficit, I went in search of some chocolate chip cookies.
0 for 2
Not one chocolate chip cookie in the whole store.
All they sell are “nutrition” bars with a bunch of stuff that you don’t even know what it is or with nuts that one meal of them will take off five years of your life. But it’s supposed to be “good for you.”
I would laugh if it wasn’t so sad.
I see my Sisters paying gym memberships, and private trainers and whatnot trying to lose weight when all you have to do is learn how and WHEN to eat.
Three meals a day will kill you at a very early age. Eat One Meal a Day or one meal every other day and one meal a week. You will live into the centuries like the old patriarchs, Nuh (Noah) and Methuselah.
We have been taught the wrong foods to eat by our enemies, the devil slavemasters and nearly all Black women over twenty are overweight. It hurts.
We have to change our lifestyles, Sisters. STOP WATCHING T.V. GET OFF THE COMPUTER. GO OUTSIDE.
You will find yourself doing things that are more athletic without even trying. Even reading a book requires you to go out and get a book. (Computers include Kindles). 😉
And stay out of Whole Foods. Go to Ralph’s. My favorite store. Vons is too expensive. Pavillions is worse. If you can find a clean Food 4 Less, go there. I would even prefer Walmart to Whole Foods. That is where I did most of my grocery shopping in New Orleans. Pathmark in New York is cool too. Publix in Atlanta was too expensive. I didn’t see a Kroger or Winn Dixie but I would prefer Publix to Whole Foods.
You’ll kill yourself eating all those manmade, processed, nut-based and soy derived “health foods.” According to How To Eat To Live, “Soy beans are not good for anything but for shortening your life.”
I walked out of there with nothing but the determination to never return.
The whiteman is the wickedest thing to ever walk the earth.
Read this, stay out of Whole Foods and try to eat to live.
Early morning
Woman and teenage boy biking on beach
Hakim riding backwards talking when out of the blue, a man on a bike followed by a devil on a bike, rides out in front of him.
Love screams out, “Hakim! Look out!”
They collide.
“Hey man! Why don’t you look where you’re…”
“Aw, man, I’m sorry..”
The women reach them.
The man and woman realize who each other is.
“Cheryce!” the man says, smiling that smile that’s reserved just for her.
“You okay, Hakim?” She gets off her bike. Hakim says he’s alright. “Well, A.J., this is Hakim…. Hakim [pause], meet your father.”
They shake hands.
The man says, “Cheryce…”
She interrupts, “I changed my name to Love Allah.”
“Oh, I didn’t know.” He says, “Love Allah, this is Carlyn. Carlyn, this is apparently, my Baby Mama.”
Carlyn looks at A.J.; then at Love; then at Hakim; then at A.J. again and says, “I can’t marry a man with kids.”
She takes off an engagement ring and hands it to him. Turns her bike around and goes back wherever she came from.
A.J. says, “Easy come; easy go. So Love, why did I not know about my son here?”
Love says, “A.J. Honey, can we all go inside and sit down?”
“Of course, Love.”
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Love sips a cup of Chai and then places it in front of her. “After everything happened, you seemed like you didn’t want to be bothered. And I didn’t want to trap you…”
“But to do everything alone…”
“I have Allah, Who Came in the Divine Person of Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises are Due Forever. And, with His Messenger, The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him), We Have Raised A Genius. If you care to get to know him, you’ll see.
“Well, yeah, I care! I’m sorry I missed out on all these years! Look, I don’t live too far from here. Are you guys free for Supper?”
Hakim says, “Well, I got band practice but you two should definitely hook up.”
Love looks back and forth between them like, “Do I really want to be alone with him again?” But they both reassuringly look at her, she acquiesces, “What time?”
A.J. smiles that smile that’s reserved solely for her, “Six”
Love nods and A.J. and Hakim say in unison, “It’s a date!”
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Love in her walk-in closet, obviously deciding what to wear. Hakim sits in a divan in her sitting room.
“Mom, you know you’re supposed to wear pink.”
“I know, but which one?
“The one with the pearls, of course. Come on, Ma, you know him better than that.”
“Did you really not recognize him?”
“I knew him as soon as we crashed.”
Love laughs, “You’re so HAKIM!!!” 😀
Hakim says, “I gotta go to practice. Just be yourself. Baduhboo. Gimme some honey.”
She gives him some honey. He walks out and she takes the garment into her dressing room.
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She pulls up in front of the house on her bike. And says a quick prayer before ringing the doorbell.
The door is answered by an older woman. She pulls Love in and says, “Love Allah! Come give yo mama a hug, girl! It’s been SO LONG!!! I hear I got another Grandbaby!”
Love gets enveloped into Millie’s embrace. “Yes Ma’am. It has been awhile. Your Grandbaby’s Name is HAKIM.”
“Well, do you have any pictures?” She says, guiding her into the house, arm in arm, “You remember Abdul?”
“Of course, how are you, Sir?”
“Pretty good. Let’s see those pictures.”
“Okay,” Love takes out her phone. “This is him playing drums with his band. And, this is him in his football uniform. This is him with his bike club…”
A.J. comes out with an apron on. “Hey, Love. Supper is almost ready.”
Love looks at him, nervously. “Oh, I should have told you. I’m a Vegetarian.”
Millie breaks out laughing and hits Love on the arm, “Girl, who ain’t a Vegetarian nowadays?”
Abdul says, “We’re all Vegetarians!”
Everybody laughs.
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All seated at the table lavishly decorated with a crisp white tablecloth, silver candle holders and white tapers and a beautiful centerpiece with orchids.
A.J. asks Abdul to bless the food.
Abdul recites Al Fatiha.
A.J. looks at Love and smiles that beautiful smile that’s reserved just for her. “What? You didn’t know we were Muslims?”
Love tilts her head to the side and says, “Well, his NAME IS ABDUL!”
Everybody laughs and begins eating.
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AFTER DINNER
Love offers to help with the dishes. Millie won’t let her, “No Honey, that’s what dishwashers are for. You kids go sit in the Living Room. Me and Abdul got the dishes.”
A.J. takes Love’s hand and leads her into the Living Room. They sit on a Love Seat in front of a blazing fire.
He says, “You know I don’t believe in coincidences. There’s a reason you had my baby.”
Love says, “Yes Sir.”
He continues, “We’re bonded for life. Might as well make it official.” He takes out a little blue Tiffany’s box. “Will you marry me?”
Love smiles and answers, “You know, I’ve waited all my life to hear you say those words.” Of course, I’ll marry you. I was made to marry you.”
He slips the ring on her finger.
Millie and Abdul burst out the kitchen. Millie says, “She said YES! She said YES!”
Love says, “I gotta call Hakim.”
Hakim comes out. “I already know.” Shakes A.J.’s hand and gives his mom some honey.
– Elementary school children playing
– Group of fourth grade boys talking animatedly, one boy standing, obviously telling an animated story, the other boys sitting, listening intently and laughing
– Group of fourth grade girls playing hopscotch
– Girl playing hopscotch stops and looks at the leader of the boys. He looks at her and then jumps into an Egyptian like pose
– Hopscotch girl mimics his pose
– Everybody “freezes”
– Teacher comes out and blows whistle “Everybody line up!”
– Children line up
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“SCENE #2
School Classroom
– Leader of the boys sitting in the back of the classroom second column from the far left, scribbling furiously. Finishes. Looks at Hopscotch girl sitting in the column on the far left, third row from the front. He sighs pensively and taps the girl next to him. Hands her the note and gestures toward hopscotch girl. She rolls her eyes and passes it.
– Close-up on note as it exchanges little brown hands
– Note finally reaches hopscotch girl. She opens it.
– She turns around and the leader of the boys leans over the side of his desk so she can get a good look. He smiles that beautiful smile that’s reserved just for her. She smiles back and enthusiastically checks, “Yes!” adding exclamation marks. 😀
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“SCENE #3”
MONTAGE OF SCENES:
School Campus – Boy and Girl holding hands walking around
School Chapel – Class standing in a circle holding hands. Boy and Girl next to each other. Boy rubs his feet across the carpet. Shocks Girl on the upper arm. Girl exclaims, “Ow!!!” and glares at him menacingly. Boy laughs.
Anywhere – Boy showing girl some flowers. He plucks one and squeezes the end of it. Close-up on flower. Some clear liquid oozes forth. Boy licks the liquid then plucks another one and lets the girl try it. She smiles. And they get some more.
Under the Stairs – Boy and girl in the dark hugging. Classmates come and rip them apart. They try and hold on to each other unsuccessfully. Classmates call them “Looney Tunes”
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“Scene #4”
L.A. High School
– Teenage boy walking with other boys
– Teenage girl walking with her friend
– Girl asks “Who is that!?!”
– “Oh, that’s A.J.!”
– Boy and Girl on L.A. High School secluded stairs
– Boy and Girl on Love Seat
– Boy and Girl holding hands walking down La Cienega
– Boy tells girls he’s going to a different school
– Boy comes up to L.A. High sees girl hugging somebody else
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“Scene #5”
L.A. Nightclub
– Boy sees girl come in with her friends
– Takes her up to V.I.P.
– They dance “Two Years Later” L.A. Nightclub
– Girl sees boy
– They dance “Two Years Later” L.A. Houseparty
– Boy sees girl
– They dance
– He kisses her
– She passes out “Two Years Later” Bel Air Poolparty
– Boy sees girl
– Both working “Five Years Later” – Hollywood Nightclub
– Girl sees boy
– They dance
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“Scene #6” – Girl sits in a Nation of Islam mosque
– F.O.I. on post sitting under the rostrum winks at her
– Girl’s eyes widen.
– She gets up and it is apparent that she is very pregnant. “Two Months Later” – Girl hands baby to preteen girls
– Recites
– Hugs Sister Charisse “Next Week” – Girl sits in M.G.T. Class
– Sister Charisse says, “Well, we believe the Messenger (PBUH) is still alive.”
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“Scene #7” Library
– Girl reads book with Messenger’s funeral pictures
Home
– Girl sees pictures of Messenger’s funeral online
MSTA – “We are not Negro, Black & Colored…” – Girl shakes head, “No.”
NGE
– “We don’t believe Master Fard Muhammad is Allah.”
– Girl shakes head, “No.”
HEBREWS
– “We believe Mexicans are chosen people too.”
– Girl shakes head, “No.”
Home
– Girl watching The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) video “Their REAL NAME is the DEVIL!”
– Girl nods head, “Yes.”
– Girl gets up. Goes to the back of her closet. Pulls out her M.G.T. garment. Looks at it pensively.
– Girl wearing garment looking in the mirror.
– Cute little boy (age 2) runs in and hugs her.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful Black Kings & Black Queens!
Yesterday was A.J. Hump Day and guess what my Baby gave me??? A most beautiful surprise.
Somebody actually told me, face to face, that she reads my blog.
I think that took a lot of love and I am really humbled. Al Hamdulillah. Masha Allah.
I think you have to have a lot of courage to admit you read my blog in this day and age of intolerance for righteousness and decency. So, thank you, Sister! I appreciate it and love you. ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
Today, In sha Allah, I’m going to a play at the Main Library. It’s
Okay.
I didn’t know it was about devils.
Now, I’m feeling like maybe I don’t wanna go.
There are going to be nothing but devils in the audience with me.
Allah Told me to sit in the front row so I don’t have to see them.
I want to find out more about the author. BRB
It’s by Lorraine Hansbury and I’ve read about her all my life yet I’ve never seen “A Raisin In The Sun.”
And I’m worried.
I liked Zora Neale Hurston (another Black woman writer) until I found out how she felt about devils.
Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t so intelligent. Ignorance is bliss.
I thought the best way to find out about how Ms. Hansbury really thinks would be to read some of her quotes.
“The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely.”
You know I can relate to that. But I need to know how she feels about devils.
Okay, I didn’t read them all, but I read enough. Allah told me she was cool, but sometimes I can be difficult.
I am a writer and I’ve written a little dramatic piece but I would never think of writing something about devils. I would have to work with them.
I guess that’s why I have so many problems.
In my mind, I’m already living in the Hereafter, where there are no devils.
So, when I’m around them, I have trouble.
I don’t want to see them at all.
I’ll be glad when Allah Destroys them and all who follow them in their wickedness and Eve’il.
I pray I live to see the day, but Allah’s Will Be Done.
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I had two dreams last night.
One was about my mother. She seemed to be more advanced spiritually. I think Allah used her to make me accept where I am on the path of enlightenment. I KNOW my mother is not ahead of me. But he used her to keep me going.
The other dream, Zawji was in jail. I don’t even wanna talk about that one.
When I was in jail, I had the feeling that the more he advances, the more I regress.
That’s kind of what was going on in the dream about my mother.
The bottom line is, I need to step up my spiritual climb.
I’ve got some books on Tasawuuf but I have to read them with a grain of salt because I’m in The Nation of Islam and that is SUPREME, so I have to filter through the nonsense like what they said about Prophet Isa “Turn the other cheek” and all that nonsense.
I am getting to a point in my development where I can’t write everything.
It started yesterday or whenever it was when I met that little Muslimah.
Except my XXX-rated musings about Zawji, I’ve written EVERYTHING I thought with no hesitations.
I think I need somebody else to take over my blog. Sister Adasha, are you up to the challenge? But you have to be Muslim.
Sister Shea, how is your blog coming along???
I’ve been telling people about this blog like crazy. So much so, that I’m considering buying some 3×5 cards again. I haven’t done that since February.
I’m thinking this cypher is complete.
But I don’t know what’s next.
I did my entertainment news show. Then this. Maybe a series? Yeah. I am supposed to write a pilot. Like “This is it.” Let me see what’s going on with T and Dede. BRB
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