07-05-2011
A 0700h work start with my strange dudes and acts on the city bus; I swore this same group was on the bus at 0715h when I started the same farm work at 0800h. There is this couple, now getting on at the same stop instead of one stop apart, and a jokey young male negro who somehow knows them and hangs around them standing up for a few minutes. The couple get off at the same mid-run stop as last year, and the negro stayed on, past my stop. Except this time the negro gets off his seat and hangs behind me while I was standing at the rear door in preparation to get out. The bus proceeds through the intersection and as it is gliding into stop, why the negro walks to the back of the bus and sits ithe exact same seat as I was sitting. Like WTF; this is at least the fourth instance of this blatant seat poaching while it is still warm, and the most obvious as the negro walked the length of the bus to pull this off, along with a fake-out (read, closer proximal hanground time) to suggest he was getting off immediately behind me.
Picked strawbs until 1430h when it was shut down because they have too many unsold, so they say, and yet other days they will have us pick until 2000h. And the perps are increasing the number of times they are pulling strawberries from my fingers, getting to be at least 110x/day. It is extremely vexing to say the least, as the plant rows are like little jungles, and it is hard enough to find the ripe ones, to keep some in hand while continuing to pick, without the additonal fuckery of them being rolled or teleported from my fingers.
After strawberry picking I was weeding pumpkins with my fingers as the hoe deliverer failed to come. There was this prior performance of moving hoes, vehicles and personnel, a FUC clusterfuck, with the hoes to follow in another vehicle. There were two Mexicans with me, and after an inital communication problem/jerkaround in attempting to understand what to hoe with, they weeded by hand like me. Then at 1545h they suddenly got this silent call to both quit weeding and walk 150m back to the warehouse. I followed at 1600h to end the working day, and "happened" to get a ride fromt the farmer as he was stuck at a driveway with hordes of passing traffic. I got back to the warehouse to find the two Mexicans working with others to set up on the potato washing line. Somehow they "just knew" when to depart and "find" another job without any apparent conventional means of communiction or visual determination.
And what is with the other pickers or the box carrier support deliverers hanging around me all the time? That, along with stacking empty plywood and wood carriers beside me on all four sides? No one else gets this amount of proximal attention as I do?
07-06-2011
Birthday, now age 57, and look about 32. I was even allowed to remember my birthday when at the bus stop outbound, and once in the afternoon. Otherwise it was a total blank and just another strawberry picking day.
Picking strawberries all day, and it was hot. the "usual" red color perception fuckery going on, especailly for the first two hours in the low sun conditions, 0640 to 0840h.
Paychecks delivered to the field for crissakes, this being a Wednesday, one day earlier after the prior Saturday cut-off than usual. Given the perps' ongoing pre-occupation with all my financial transactions, either recieving, purchasing, or returning, this wasn't too much of a surprise. It shows they need to increase the variability of the location of the activity, from the usual warehouse office to the field.
The usual preponderance of inexplicable picker support staff hovering around me at while picking, and casting their shadow over where I am working, especially in low azimuth sun conditions, as if they haven't delivered enough adversity at this time of day.
07-07-2011
A pounding bass/stereo music has erupted as if from overhead, and it gets through the earmuffs readily. All to accompany me before, during and after tea and chocolate, as there had been limited noise before. Sometimes it is less like music and more like an aberrant fog horn.
A day of picking strawberries, with the perps making me uncharacteristically slack over applying sufficient sun block location. The winds got up and pushed my bucket hat off my head a few times, and so I packed it into the cargo pocket of my stretch cordura pants. Only later did the perps remind me I could of used the chin strap to keep it on. They screwed me out of applying more sunblock lotion at lunch, not even allowing my nose to be reapplied. The sunblock/suntan/Vitamin D games continue.
But they allowed me to tan last night in the tanning bed without the face lamp on me, having screwed me out of turning it off the first time round as the switch somehow "malfunctioned". Same bed, same switches and same instructions and lo, if it didn't work last night. Also not forgetting that I am lying on an acrylic surface the 8 minutes that I am on the tanning bed, for which the perps have an inordinate interest given the gangstalking attention I get afterwards.
And the fading babe returned to the strawberry fields, absent yesterday. She was working beside me for the first few hours, and then got dispatched to the opposite corner of the strawberry field after that. Similarly, two days ago, she and I were conversing in adjacent picking rows for the first three hours, and then it was set up after the morning break that she started beside me, showing off her cleavage while on all fours, and then her cell phone rang, and after a minute of chat, she was dispatched to the furthest corner of the strawberry picking section. So it would seem that someone wanted me to see her low cut top even more exposed when she was on all fours, and then immediately arranged a EMF disturbance, that is, the cell phone call.
I also get the superviror walking around nearby me, she on her cell phone and speaking Punjabi at length. More of these cell phone stalkers seem to want to cover me in every possible situation. Never mind that the Mt. Douglas cell phone tower sits in plain view some 500' away from the field.
Red color perception games were abated this morning, possibly related to the fact that it was overcast. The past four sunlit mornings, from 0700h to 1000h have been besiged by red/orange color perception problems, especially when viewed in the shade of the abundant strawberry plant foliage. Not the best kind of intrusion, fucking red/orange color perception when picking strawberries. I am uncertain if this is a set up to have the field supervisor come down on my ass for picking too orange colored strawberries.
07-08-2011
Strawberry picking all day, and in nearly full sunlight. A mini tornado (dust devil?) struck at the afternoon break time, blowing boxes around, timed to when I was applying sunblock. That meant that at least thirty brown cardboard boxes went flying, many some 30' into the strawberry field, and one flattened box went 60' up and stayed there for at least five minutes before it blew out of sight.I haven't seen anything quite so strange weather-wise, but as always, there is often a new bound to extremes of conventional physics and weather events being defined in this extra-conventional existence/abuse rampage.
The strawberry negro (from his jacket color) showed up after four days absence, with none of the usual supervisor carping about having a dependable labor force that she normally unloads on intermittent pickers. This, seeming in lieu of a negro woman who I was informed would show today, but didn't. One ex-picker colleague mentioned by email that a friend of hers, a negro woman whom I had met at another farm three years ago, would be arriving today. And so it goes; last week the same colleague said that the strawberry negro was going to catch a ride with her, along with me, and for some reason, and by some peculiar communication means, he got a ride from someone else. It seems that the Unfavoreds (negroes in this case, male and female) are getting mentions, and then the statement (subconscious threat maybe?) is then withdrawn.
social leper now, the friendlies' going elsewhere, or else standing 6' from me and h aving their break in this posture. Fucking bizarre.
picking in the filed we picked extensively last year, flat and in the fen/bottomland organic soils instead of the glacial till of the former block we picked for three weeks.
negro sandwich on the street.
After my taninng session, I did a 20 minute in-twon walk to take the Felcos secaturs back, only to find that the store is no longer open on Friday nights as it once was. And too, the perps made a show of it by purposely blocking my web access to find out what the store hours were.I suppose anyone who exits a tanning salon has a different EMF signature, and for whatever reason, the perps wanted me to go on a long pointless walk in the "just tanned" state. The usual confluence of gangstalking of course, ambulatory and vehicular.
07-09-2011
A 12 hour work day, picking strawberries all day. The babe returned, and lo, if she doesn't seem to be a coke-head, making three 30 min. trips to the crapper. during the 9 hour work day. She also told me that she didn't get any sleep last night as she went to a party. Not sure about her, as she artfully touches so many perp themes and my related personal experiences. Usually it is perps who do the more brazen stunts and acting jobs, so it remains to be seen if she is legit as she makes out. There are already some holes in her story, like being born and raised in Nova Scotia, but clearly without any accent. The field supervisor claimed that the babe had a bottle of vodka in her coat. Said coat was red and was tossed ahead or behind her picking, a seeming portable red color reference that fits the harassment theme to a "T".
The negro dude (strawberry picker, now in a black and grey rugby sweater and not his usual strawberry red jacket) was back again, now befriending the babe. She is also putting on the distance between me and her when it started out so friendly four days ago. A mother-daughter picker pair is also putting out the unfriendly vibe after being very conversational a week ago. They now sit in their silver grey van for all breaks, attempting to get some kind of vehicle color reference established from a distance. The silver-grey color for vehicles is a perp favorite, making up nearly 40% of all gangstalking vehicle parades sometimes, and being the same color of the last vehicle I owned from 1992 to 2006 when I had to give it up.
07-10-2011
A rare Sunday off in berry picking season as I am awaiting a call from visiting family, brother, sister-in-law and neice from Kamloops for two days. I am sure there is much perp arrangement in all this, the sister-in-law being E. Indian, same as four of the regular farm workers. I am a second class picker I sense, getting the drift as "you people" also reserved for the seven Mexican workers on farmworker visas.
I did get to make a second run at taking the Felco secateurs back, successfully this time, as I was allowed to find the opening hours of the business. This bullshit would of never happened if it weren't for mind-fuck games of making me purchase an item at nearly twice the price of a competitor. And as I have been lusting (read, planted notion) for this item for over three years, I suppose this culminates the perp agenda, whatever it is related to financial transactions (reversed too), aquisition and returning them. And too, having me purchase the replacement ones online for personal pick-up before I took the first pair back, seems to be a big deal for the perps too. Technically, I owned two pairs for five days or so, overlapping ownership of two identical items, though only one on hand. And too, whatever energetic differences there maybe, from having the Felcos sit in a navy blue recycle shopping bag on the grey carpet for the intervening time since the first return event. All too exciting for sick minds.
And while walking there and back, some 15 min. of in-town walking each way, at least 12 different motorcyle parties, some in clusters of four differing motorcycles to make a unique sonic signature combination. They even put on a 1950's spoked wheel sidecar act for crissakes. And too, a few parked motorcycles as props. I have yet to get any inclination of what this is about, and my generalized response is that it relates to subconscious traumatizations inflicted during the years they wiped my recall clean, aged two to five, 1956 to 1959. What they did to me then must of been bad enough that they figured I was better off not recalling, though it seems it backfired if 50 years later they are now hounding me for over 9 years of unstinting abuse to elicit these particular abreactions. Not my problem, so why in the fuck am I being subjected to this depraved nonstop litany of insane abuse with cooperation from all authorities and too, the quisling so-called family assholes? Fucking sick.
And as part of the Unfavored demographic representation, I get the same redheaded woman for handling the refund as well as the initial purchase of the Felco secateurs. And lo, if she didn't add an orange ribbon to her hair as some kind of color reference, as I am sure they make the ribbon by the thousands of feet at the factory. I cannot recall if she had the same ribbon in her hair for the intial purchase.
And time to get this posted, as it seems this is a respite before the visiting family bullshit erupts.
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Sunday, July 10, 2011
Monday, February 25, 2008
Lost Camera
1340h
I had my digital camera lifted from my pocket while on the bus, and no one was beside me. Another of those "mystery" disappearances again. I had used it only a minute before getting off, and within a minute later, I checked for my camera and it was gone. All to be accompanied by this woman in this atrociously loud yellow coat before the loss was discovered. The camera had been pulled out of my pack to take a picture of a chainsaw placed in a quarter acre unfenced lot that belongs to the local church. The perps even had the operative cross the street about 200' ahead of me with the saw in hand, place it on this lawn, and then recross the street and disappear. This was way too stupid to pass up, so I took a few pictures of it. When at the bus stop the saw was still in view for the next 5 minutes of waiting for the bus. At no time was it near any wood or conceivable immediate use. A way-out bizarrism, from the Fellini Files perhaps.
The perps have a "need" to have me use certain devices they can then co-opt, and then these same devices must be dispensed with in their technocentric perspective. I went through this with a cell phone at my last residence; I had it as my only phone, but eventually they decided that they wanted rid of it, and lo, if the service didn't degrade and the network got busy on Saturdays for chrissakes. Same deal here possibly, especially being baited by the above mentioned bizarre stunt of chainsaws planted as a prop.
And it was most curious that I had been using my brother's chainsaw yesterday in thinning out my parent's riot of bushes they wanted thinned. After some five years of not asking me to attend to their landscaping, and having boundless free time to do so, they now asked me to thin out the bushes. And so, in using the chainsaw on and off yesterday, my brother and mother were working close at hand, as well as bailing me out on the "intractable problem" of the fucking thing only starting for him, and not for me. All for him to stand over the earmuffs I had been using and go through the designed annoyance of starting it. This after me telling him that it needed to be fixed, and he did squat. Anyhow, it was all very gangstalker-like, in the First Feral Family way.
1415h
The bus was the usual freakshow today; one of my strength training class members "happened" to be on the bus. There was a heavy Asian contingent, and even an East Indian in a bizarre olive green touque in the last few minutes of my travel. Perhaps he is the morphover of my new East Indian doctor I will be meeting in less than an hour. The last doctor, an Asian, was on at least four "happen bys" where I could recognize him, and it would not surprise me that he was more prevalent than that, disguised in morphed over appearances.
The new doctor will be upping the "brown time"; having a male brown skinned exposure for some 15 to 20 minutes, a step up from the Asian for the past 18 months, who was more like a wall to talk to. Not that I expect any different, but who knows, maybe a curve ball is coming, and it won't be the same absurdity of the past doctor visits. I am obliged to play this game, as this is the fount of my benefits. Which makes me wonder why the perps put me in this capacity, save to have me dependent on spending time with their selected specimens. And before long, there will be some "students" to sit in on the session, most of whom say absolutely nothing, and might only be there for extra gangstalking reference. I predict the next doctor will be a negro, to up the "brown content" one more time, likely over a year from now.
1640h
After a 15 minute wait at the doctor's office while my male goofs and gangstalkers arranged themselves around me, only to have a tall woman come in for the last five minutes and sit one chair away, I got to see my new doctor. He is East Indian, built like Ghandi, slim with glasses. And lo, if there wasn't the proverbial "medical student" in there too, and lo, if he wasn't dressed in the same colored clothing as the doctor. The medical student was a Caucasian male, in a mid blue shirt and black pants. The doctor was in a light blue turtle neck with black pants and some ridiculous large brown boots. Go figure, oversized brown boots with black pants. I did most of the talking, and he deferred from getting into a lengthy consult, intending to get the story out of me over many sessions. I see him in another seven weeks, so he is in no hurry to diagnose me (ahem) anytime soon. So much for this being an urgent condition, har, har.
And while waiting, my "pal" from Tues/Thurs strength training who "happened" to be on the bus this morning also "happened" to be at the waiting room too. What a coincidence that I get to look at this weird act three times in two days, and he is on the same bus route.
It is always interesting to see what state the perps put me into when new situations are arranged, i.e. the doctor visit today, especially interpersonal ones that will continue for some years as this is likely to be. They had me in a rattled and anxious state, stumbling over some of my words, and not the usual coherent delivery, and they fucked me out of plenty of my vocabulary. Anyhow, the new doctor didn't get into any incisive questioning beyond the "do you hear voices speaking to you?". The answer is always NO, (legitimately) otherwise they tag you with schizophrenia and that is one tough hole to dig one out of. As an example of how tightly scripted this harassment and mind control is, the perps put on ear ringing some two minutes in advance of the aforementioned doctor's question, and then changed the ringing frequency for me to notice it all the more. And it "so happened" that I mentioned the ear ringing in response to his question about hearing voices. It simply boggles my mind as to how much the perps are managing me, right down to how I enunciate my words.
On the walk to and backfrom the doctor's visit, I had my usual, if not heavy, consort of gangstalking vehicles, heavy with black colored ones today, as much as the usual reference colors of white and silver-grey. And plenty of blue colored vehicles too, sometimes four in file. (Note the "coincidence" with the blued dressed medical personnel above). The perps put on the backlit sun games again as I was walking back for 30 minutes, making everyone and everything look leached of color and a murky grey. It is fucking depraved that they won't let me see things in natural, unmanipulated color.
I had the usual proliferation of plastic bag bearing gangstalkers, and they even put on an ambulatory swarm around me at one location, five males "happened" to converge on the sidewalk as I was about to pass through. I also had a swarm of three motorized wheelchairs on me too, not far from my apartment, one on lead-ahead gangstalking duty. There were at least three more on my outing, and that makes six more than I would expect. It is simply amazing how many of these fucking things keep "arriving" in my proximity.
And today being Monday is heavy on the yellow colored gangstalking; this is the day I "forget" to take my yellow colored meds, and lo, if there wasn't the most disgusting yellow coat leading me off the bus and within 6' when I "discovered" my camera missing from my jacket. That is, the assholes who surrepticiously removed it without any sensation reminded me to look at the pocket where it had been. All withing 20 seconds of getting off the bus, and the perps wanted me to know the exact circumstances of its removal; there one minute, gone the next, no sound of it tumbling out or anything like that.
And when headed to the doctor's office, lo if the yellow city fire truck didn't erupt from its firehall bay with sirens and lights flashing and head down the street on a "call out". And just ahead of it, why a yellow jacketed cyclist with a red helmet. I saw at least 10 cyclists wearing yellow today, and I have remarked in past blogs how there "happens" to be so many on no-yellow-medication days.
1900h
The perps have me in a total frazzled state; cranked up at every provocation. Not only did the two start up applications clash, (read, intermingle their respective dialog boxes and windows), but at the instant it displayed, a firecracker noise went off. Talk about infantile nutters out of control; what is the cover story for that one?
02-26-2008
0940h
Another forced "forget" to post this last night, though I did have a video session on the 9/11 anomalies and the commission's findings. There are so many oddities to this event that it defies probability that it was a so called "terrorist" event, and yet this insane invasion of Afganistan and Iraq is a seeming consequence.
Anyhow, I got a phone call later that my camera was found on the bus and can be picked up; the perps needed some "separation time" between the camera and its case. Fucking bizarre by conventional standards, but nothing I haven't seen before.
Time to post this, even if I am getting the faux neighbor noise of whining water running in the pipes.
I had my digital camera lifted from my pocket while on the bus, and no one was beside me. Another of those "mystery" disappearances again. I had used it only a minute before getting off, and within a minute later, I checked for my camera and it was gone. All to be accompanied by this woman in this atrociously loud yellow coat before the loss was discovered. The camera had been pulled out of my pack to take a picture of a chainsaw placed in a quarter acre unfenced lot that belongs to the local church. The perps even had the operative cross the street about 200' ahead of me with the saw in hand, place it on this lawn, and then recross the street and disappear. This was way too stupid to pass up, so I took a few pictures of it. When at the bus stop the saw was still in view for the next 5 minutes of waiting for the bus. At no time was it near any wood or conceivable immediate use. A way-out bizarrism, from the Fellini Files perhaps.
The perps have a "need" to have me use certain devices they can then co-opt, and then these same devices must be dispensed with in their technocentric perspective. I went through this with a cell phone at my last residence; I had it as my only phone, but eventually they decided that they wanted rid of it, and lo, if the service didn't degrade and the network got busy on Saturdays for chrissakes. Same deal here possibly, especially being baited by the above mentioned bizarre stunt of chainsaws planted as a prop.
And it was most curious that I had been using my brother's chainsaw yesterday in thinning out my parent's riot of bushes they wanted thinned. After some five years of not asking me to attend to their landscaping, and having boundless free time to do so, they now asked me to thin out the bushes. And so, in using the chainsaw on and off yesterday, my brother and mother were working close at hand, as well as bailing me out on the "intractable problem" of the fucking thing only starting for him, and not for me. All for him to stand over the earmuffs I had been using and go through the designed annoyance of starting it. This after me telling him that it needed to be fixed, and he did squat. Anyhow, it was all very gangstalker-like, in the First Feral Family way.
1415h
The bus was the usual freakshow today; one of my strength training class members "happened" to be on the bus. There was a heavy Asian contingent, and even an East Indian in a bizarre olive green touque in the last few minutes of my travel. Perhaps he is the morphover of my new East Indian doctor I will be meeting in less than an hour. The last doctor, an Asian, was on at least four "happen bys" where I could recognize him, and it would not surprise me that he was more prevalent than that, disguised in morphed over appearances.
The new doctor will be upping the "brown time"; having a male brown skinned exposure for some 15 to 20 minutes, a step up from the Asian for the past 18 months, who was more like a wall to talk to. Not that I expect any different, but who knows, maybe a curve ball is coming, and it won't be the same absurdity of the past doctor visits. I am obliged to play this game, as this is the fount of my benefits. Which makes me wonder why the perps put me in this capacity, save to have me dependent on spending time with their selected specimens. And before long, there will be some "students" to sit in on the session, most of whom say absolutely nothing, and might only be there for extra gangstalking reference. I predict the next doctor will be a negro, to up the "brown content" one more time, likely over a year from now.
1640h
After a 15 minute wait at the doctor's office while my male goofs and gangstalkers arranged themselves around me, only to have a tall woman come in for the last five minutes and sit one chair away, I got to see my new doctor. He is East Indian, built like Ghandi, slim with glasses. And lo, if there wasn't the proverbial "medical student" in there too, and lo, if he wasn't dressed in the same colored clothing as the doctor. The medical student was a Caucasian male, in a mid blue shirt and black pants. The doctor was in a light blue turtle neck with black pants and some ridiculous large brown boots. Go figure, oversized brown boots with black pants. I did most of the talking, and he deferred from getting into a lengthy consult, intending to get the story out of me over many sessions. I see him in another seven weeks, so he is in no hurry to diagnose me (ahem) anytime soon. So much for this being an urgent condition, har, har.
And while waiting, my "pal" from Tues/Thurs strength training who "happened" to be on the bus this morning also "happened" to be at the waiting room too. What a coincidence that I get to look at this weird act three times in two days, and he is on the same bus route.
It is always interesting to see what state the perps put me into when new situations are arranged, i.e. the doctor visit today, especially interpersonal ones that will continue for some years as this is likely to be. They had me in a rattled and anxious state, stumbling over some of my words, and not the usual coherent delivery, and they fucked me out of plenty of my vocabulary. Anyhow, the new doctor didn't get into any incisive questioning beyond the "do you hear voices speaking to you?". The answer is always NO, (legitimately) otherwise they tag you with schizophrenia and that is one tough hole to dig one out of. As an example of how tightly scripted this harassment and mind control is, the perps put on ear ringing some two minutes in advance of the aforementioned doctor's question, and then changed the ringing frequency for me to notice it all the more. And it "so happened" that I mentioned the ear ringing in response to his question about hearing voices. It simply boggles my mind as to how much the perps are managing me, right down to how I enunciate my words.
On the walk to and backfrom the doctor's visit, I had my usual, if not heavy, consort of gangstalking vehicles, heavy with black colored ones today, as much as the usual reference colors of white and silver-grey. And plenty of blue colored vehicles too, sometimes four in file. (Note the "coincidence" with the blued dressed medical personnel above). The perps put on the backlit sun games again as I was walking back for 30 minutes, making everyone and everything look leached of color and a murky grey. It is fucking depraved that they won't let me see things in natural, unmanipulated color.
I had the usual proliferation of plastic bag bearing gangstalkers, and they even put on an ambulatory swarm around me at one location, five males "happened" to converge on the sidewalk as I was about to pass through. I also had a swarm of three motorized wheelchairs on me too, not far from my apartment, one on lead-ahead gangstalking duty. There were at least three more on my outing, and that makes six more than I would expect. It is simply amazing how many of these fucking things keep "arriving" in my proximity.
And today being Monday is heavy on the yellow colored gangstalking; this is the day I "forget" to take my yellow colored meds, and lo, if there wasn't the most disgusting yellow coat leading me off the bus and within 6' when I "discovered" my camera missing from my jacket. That is, the assholes who surrepticiously removed it without any sensation reminded me to look at the pocket where it had been. All withing 20 seconds of getting off the bus, and the perps wanted me to know the exact circumstances of its removal; there one minute, gone the next, no sound of it tumbling out or anything like that.
And when headed to the doctor's office, lo if the yellow city fire truck didn't erupt from its firehall bay with sirens and lights flashing and head down the street on a "call out". And just ahead of it, why a yellow jacketed cyclist with a red helmet. I saw at least 10 cyclists wearing yellow today, and I have remarked in past blogs how there "happens" to be so many on no-yellow-medication days.
1900h
The perps have me in a total frazzled state; cranked up at every provocation. Not only did the two start up applications clash, (read, intermingle their respective dialog boxes and windows), but at the instant it displayed, a firecracker noise went off. Talk about infantile nutters out of control; what is the cover story for that one?
02-26-2008
0940h
Another forced "forget" to post this last night, though I did have a video session on the 9/11 anomalies and the commission's findings. There are so many oddities to this event that it defies probability that it was a so called "terrorist" event, and yet this insane invasion of Afganistan and Iraq is a seeming consequence.
Anyhow, I got a phone call later that my camera was found on the bus and can be picked up; the perps needed some "separation time" between the camera and its case. Fucking bizarre by conventional standards, but nothing I haven't seen before.
Time to post this, even if I am getting the faux neighbor noise of whining water running in the pipes.
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