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>    1. Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation (Xer0Dynamite)
>    2. Re: The Panama Papers: If you thought Snowden's Leaks were a
>       'limited hangout' then... (Zenaan Harkness)
>    3. Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation (Zenaan Harkness)
>    4. Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation (Xer0Dynamite)
>    5. RE: [FORGED] Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation
>       (Peter Gutmann)
>    6. Austrian military chief displays subtly rebellious attitude -
>       America cringes (Zenaan Harkness)
>    7. Re: [FORGED] Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation (Rayzer)
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> Message: 1
> Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2016 18:28:52 -0500
> From: Xer0Dynamite <[email protected]>
> To: I <[email protected]>
> Cc: [email protected]
> Subject: Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation
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> On 4/6/16, I <[email protected]> wrote:
> > "I've seen prisons."!!
>
> Sorry.  I should have been more clear.  I've been assaulted three
> times by police fighting for justice in America.  I've seen them on
> the inside.  I've mastered the Law it takes to defend yourself and in
> order to do that YOU HAVE TO APPRECIATE THE BASIS OF THE LAW.
>
> They are too thick-headed to appreciate the little guys point of view,
> but if you appreciate the law, you can be the victor.
>
> There's serious injustice as I've said happening in America.  But
> nearly everyone you report to is complicit.  They are not victims.
> They like their redmeat, their television, their iPhone.  Why should
> they fight for those with no voice?  (That's the question I had to
> answer -- and ANSWERED.)
>
> \0xD
>
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Message: 2
> Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2016 23:34:43 +0000
> From: Zenaan Harkness <[email protected]>
> To: Cypherpunks <[email protected]>
> Subject: Re: The Panama Papers: If you thought Snowden's Leaks were a
>         'limited hangout' then...
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> On 4/4/16, Rayzer <[email protected]> wrote:
> > rysiek wrote:
> >> Dnia poniedziaÅ?ek, 4 kwietnia 2016 10:40:18 CEST Georgi Guninski pisze:
> >>> On Sun, Apr 03, 2016 at 09:13:30PM -0400, grarpamp wrote:
> >>>> http://panamapapers.sueddeutsche.de/en/
> >>>> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panama_Papers
> >>>> The Panama Papers is a news leak of confidential documents from an
> >>>> offshore tax haven originating from the Panamanian law firm Mossack
> >>>> Fonseca.
> >>> What is the main point?
> >>>
> >>> The law is written by the rich for the rich.
> >>>
> >>> I suspect a lot of laws have subtle workarounds for "optimizing taxes"
> >>> and worse stuff.
> >>>
> >>> What other consequences this may have except to show someone broke
> local
> >>> laws and have more virtual money than expected?
> >> You're right, none. I suggest you don't read it, ignore it, and hence
> make
> >>
> >> your prophecy self-fulfilling. It will give you a warm fuzzy feeling
> >> inside,
> >> I'm sure. :)
> >>
> >> For the rest of you that might be interested, here's another source:
> >> https://www.occrp.org/en/panamapapers/
> >>
> >
> > About your Panama Papers ... Brought to you by US intelligence agencies
> > with special thank to the "International Consortium of Investigative
> > Journalists" (ICIJ), which Pepe Escobar notes is funded by the "Center
> > for Public Integrity"... IOW:
> >
> > "...the Ford Foundation, Carnegie Endowment, Rockefeller Family Fund,
> > Kellogg Foundation and the Soros racket"
> >
> >
> > One of his commenters:
> >
> > "The  Panama Papers are the exact kind of weaponized Psyops posing as an
> > 'activist leak' I wanted to see from Hybrid Warfare."
> >
> >
> >     THE ULTIMATE LIMITED HANGOUT LEAK
> >
> >     Put on your Panama hat and dance the leak.
> >
> >     And if you believe in the integrity of the "International Consortium
> >     of Investigative Journalists" (ICIJ), I got a made in Shenzhen
> >     Panama hat to sell ya.
> >
> >     I never was, and never will be, a member of this racket; well,
> >     people asked me, and I'm answering.
> >
> >     The ICIJ gets its cash and its "organizational procedure" via the
> >     Exceptionalistan-based Center for Public Integrity. The money comes
> >     from: Ford Foundation, Carnegie Endowment, Rockefeller Faimly Fund,
> >     Kellogg Foundation and the Soros racket.
> >
> >     This alleged most massive leak ever was obtained by - what else - US
> >     intel.
> >
> >     But the REAL leak will never be known. Even the uber-pathetic
> >     Grauniad admitted, on the record, that "much of the leaked material
> >     will remain private".
> >
> >     Why? Because it DIRECTLY implicates a gaggle of Western
> >     0.00000000001% multibillionaires and corporations. All of them play
> >     the offshore casino game.
> >
> >
> > https://www.facebook.com/pepe.escobar.77377/posts/10154027375976678
> > https://www.facebook.com/pepe.escobar.77377/posts/10154027598731678
>
> Pepe's article not on Facebook version:
>
> http://russia-insider.com/en/dance-panama-papers-limited-hangout-leak/ri13765
>
> Well, at least clear directions for those with a genuine intent to
> infiltrate and leak^B^B^B<ahem> axe to grind... don't wink now.
>
>
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Message: 3
> Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2016 23:46:40 +0000
> From: Zenaan Harkness <[email protected]>
> To: [email protected]
> Subject: Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation
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> On 4/6/16, Xer0Dynamite <[email protected]> wrote:
> > On 4/6/16, I <[email protected]> wrote:
> >> "I've seen prisons."!!
> >
> > Sorry.  I should have been more clear.  I've been assaulted three
> > times by police fighting for justice in America.
>
> Ahh, those American police, fighting for justice like the rest of us
> should be. What great examples they set.
>
>
> > I've seen them on the inside.
>
> Male or female police?
>
>
> > I've mastered the Law it takes to defend yourself and in
> > order to do that YOU HAVE TO APPRECIATE THE BASIS OF THE LAW.
>
> Just as well you've clarified the basis of such MASTERY WITH
> CAPITALISATIONS, MAKES IT REALLY CLEAR FOR ME AT LEAST, PROBABLY FOR
> OTHERS TOO.
>
>
> > They are too thick-headed to appreciate the little guys point of view,
> > but if you appreciate the law, you can be the victor.
>
> I agree with you, but it can be bloody tough getting to the point of
> remaining in one's center in the face of the blatant corruption and
> psychological attacks of a Magistrate or "judge".
>
>
> > There's serious injustice as I've said happening in America.  But
> > nearly everyone you report to is complicit.  They are not victims.
> > They like their redmeat, their television, their iPhone.  Why should
> > they fight for those with no voice?  (That's the question I had to
> > answer -- and ANSWERED.)
>
> Very good, perhaps would be useful to share some of your successes
> with the rest of us. Yes, there's a whole movement which can be
> googled, but I'm responding to you raising specific and personal
> events - many of us are interested in actual events, in particular
> successes, not hearsay.
>
> Regards,
> Zenaan
>
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Message: 4
> Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2016 19:04:43 -0500
> From: Xer0Dynamite <[email protected]>
> To: Zenaan Harkness <[email protected]>
> Cc: [email protected]
> Subject: Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation
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> > Ahh, those American police, fighting for justice like the rest of us
> > should be. What great examples they set.
>
> Agreed, but remember not only are they only 1 branch of the US
> government, if they're acting without the authority and direction of
> the ELECTED executive, you are at a better legal position than they.
>
> >> I've mastered the Law it takes to defend yourself and in
> >> order to do that YOU HAVE TO APPRECIATE THE BASIS OF THE LAW.
> >
> > Just as well you've clarified the basis of such MASTERY WITH
> > CAPITALISATIONS, MAKES IT REALLY CLEAR FOR ME AT LEAST, PROBABLY FOR
> > OTHERS TOO.
>
> Hey, my VT220 doesn't allow italics.  And it's simpler to hold down
> the shift key when typing than searching for asteriks.
>
> >> They are too thick-headed to appreciate the little guys point of view,
> >> but if you appreciate the law, you can be the victor.
> >
> > I agree with you, but it can be bloody tough getting to the point of
> > remaining in one's center in the face of the blatant corruption and
> > psychological attacks of a Magistrate or "judge".
>
> Remaining in one's center yes.  Blatant corruption by a Judge, show
> me.  Most every time people are victims to Judges who expect certain
> kinds of proceedings that decades of lawyers have spoiled them with.
> You have to remind them that it's a gov't of the People, not lawyers.
>
> >> There's serious injustice as I've said happening in America.  But
> >> nearly everyone you report to is complicit.  They are not victims.
> >> They like their redmeat, their television, their iPhone.  Why should
> >> they fight for those with no voice?  (That's the question I had to
> >> answer -- and ANSWERED.)
> >
> > Very good, perhaps would be useful to share some of your successes
> > with the rest of us. Yes, there's a whole movement which can be
> > googled, but I'm responding to you raising specific and personal
> > events - many of us are interested in actual events, in particular
> > successes, not hearsay.
>
> Well I'm responding also to the idea that people are victims, they are
> not.  They are usually complicit actors and beneficiaries of the
> SYSTEM.  My personal story is too complex about how a taser shredded
> my immune system so that now I can hardly fight for anything due to
> the clinical depression.
>
> Marxos
>
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Message: 5
> Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2016 05:12:11 +0000
> From: Peter Gutmann <[email protected]>
> To: I <[email protected]>, "[email protected]"
>         <[email protected]>
> Subject: RE: [FORGED] Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation
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> >"I've seen prisons."!!
>
> I've seen troopships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
>
> Peter.
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Message: 6
> Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2016 08:26:33 +0000
> From: Zenaan Harkness <[email protected]>
> To: [email protected]
> Subject: Austrian military chief displays subtly rebellious attitude -
>         America cringes
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> Can't quite call him punk, yet.
>
> https://www.rt.com/news/338641-russia-austria-cooperation-military/
> 'Russia closer to Austria than other major world powers' - head of
> Austrian General Staff in Moscow
> Published time: 6 Apr, 2016 12:46
> "
> Viennaâ??s top military figure noted that one of the reasons for his
> visit to the Russian capital was to disobey othersâ?? orders.
> â??Iâ??m not going to carry out instructions and follow orders on who's
> worth talking to and who's not. Thatâ??s exactly the reason why I
> decided to pay you a visit,â?? Austrian General Staff Lieutenant-General
> Othmar Commenda said at a meeting with the chief of Russia's General
> Staff, First Deputy Defense Minister Valery Gerasimov.
> "
>
>
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Message: 7
> Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2016 08:53:57 -0700
> From: Rayzer <[email protected]>
> To: [email protected]
> Subject: Re: [FORGED] Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation
> Message-ID: <[email protected]>
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>
> Peter Gutmann wrote:
> >> "I've seen prisons."!!
> > I've seen troopships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
> >
> > Peter.
> >
> >
>
> I've seen: "...bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon, with mother
> finally ******,"
>
>     I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving
>     hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at
>     dawn looking for an angry fix,
>
>     ...angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection
>     to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and
>     tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural
>     darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
>     contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under the El
>     and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
>     who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating
>     Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war, who were
>     expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on
>     the windows of the skull, who cowered in unshaven rooms in
>     underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the
>     Terror through the wall, who got busted in their pubic beards
>     returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York, who
>     ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley,
>     death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night with dreams,
>     with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless
>     balls, incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning
>     in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating
>     all the motionless world of Time between, Peyote solidities of
>     halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the
>     rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking
>     traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring
>     winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of
>     mind, who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from
>     Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and
>     children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered
>     bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,
>     who sank all night in submarine light of Bickfordâ??s floated out and
>     sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazziâ??s,
>     listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox, who talked
>     continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to
>     museum to the Brooklyn Bridge, a lost battalion of platonic
>     conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off
>     windowsills off Empire State out of the moon, yacketayakking
>     screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and
>     eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars, whole
>     intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with
>     brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement, who
>     vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous
>     picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall, suffering Eastern sweats
>     and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under
>     junk-withdrawal in Newarkâ??s bleak furnished room, who wandered
>     around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where
>     to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts, who lit cigarettes in
>     boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms
>     in grandfather night, who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross
>     telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated
>     at their feet in Kansas, who loned it through the streets of Idaho
>     seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
>     who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in
>     supernatural ecstasy, who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of
>     Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown
>     rain, who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz
>     or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse
>     about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to
>     Africa, who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind
>     nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of poetry
>     scattered in fireplace Chicago, who reappeared on the West Coast
>     investigating the FBI in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes
>     sexy in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets, who
>     burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco
>     haze of Capitalism, who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in
>     Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos
>     wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry
>     also wailed, who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and
>     trembling before the machinery of other skeletons, who bit
>     detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for
>     committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and
>     intoxication, who howled on their knees in the subway and were
>     dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts, who let
>     themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and
>     screamed with joy, who blew and were blown by those human seraphim,
>     the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love, who balled in
>     the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and the grass of public
>     parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whomever come
>     who may, who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a
>     sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked
>     angel came to pierce them with a sword, who lost their loveboys to
>     the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual
>     dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one
>     eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the
>     intellectual golden threads of the craftsmanâ??s loom, who copulated
>     ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer a sweetheart a package
>     of cigarettes a candle and fell off the bed, and continued along the
>     floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision
>     of ultimate cunt and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,
>     who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the
>     sunset, and were red eyed in the morning but prepared to sweeten the
>     snatch of the sunrise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in
>     the lake, who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen
>     night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman and Adonis of
>     Denverâ??joy to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls in empty
>     lots & diner backyards, moviehousesâ?? rickety rows, on mountaintops
>     in caves or with gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely
>     petticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station solipsisms of
>     johns, & hometown alleys too, who faded out in vast sordid movies,
>     were shifted in dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked
>     themselves up out of basements hung-over with heartless Tokay and
>     horrors of Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment
>     offices, who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the
>     snowbank docks waiting for a door in the East River to open to a
>     room full of steam-heat and opium, who created great suicidal dramas
>     on the apartment cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime blur
>     floodlight of the moon & their heads shall be crowned with laurel in
>     oblivion, who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested the
>     crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery, who wept at the
>     romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions and bad
>     music, who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge,
>     and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts, who coughed on the
>     sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame under the tubercular sky
>     surrounded by orange crates of theology, who scribbled all night
>     rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow
>     morning were stanzas of gibberish, who cooked rotten animals lung
>     heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable
>     kingdom, who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an
>     egg, who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for
>     Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every
>     day for the next decade, who cut their wrists three times
>     successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique
>     stores where they thought they were growing old and cried, who were
>     burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid
>     blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments
>     of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of
>     advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or
>     were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality, who
>     jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked
>     away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup
>     alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free beer, who sang out of
>     their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window, jumped in
>     the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street,
>     danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph records of
>     nostalgic European 1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and threw
>     up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans in their ears and the
>     blast of colossal steamwhistles, who barreled down the highways of
>     the past journeying to each otherâ??s hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude
>     watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation, who drove crosscountry
>     seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision
>     or he had a vision to find out Eternity, who journeyed to Denver,
>     who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who
>     watched over Denver & brooded & loned in Denver and finally went
>     away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,
>     who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each
>     otherâ??s salvation and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated
>     its hair for a second, who crashed through their minds in jail
>     waiting for impossible criminals with golden heads and the charm of
>     reality in their hearts who sang sweet blues to Alcatraz, who
>     retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to tender
>     Buddha or Tangiers to boys or Southern Pacific to the black
>     locomotive or Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the daisychain or
>     grave, who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hypnotism &
>     were left with their insanity & their hands & a hung jury, who threw
>     potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently presented
>     themselves on the granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads
>     and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy,
>     and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin Metrazol
>     electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational therapy pingpong
>     & amnesia, who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic
>     pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia, returning years later
>     truly bald except for a wig of blood, and tears and fingers, to the
>     visible madman doom of the wards of the madtowns of the East,
>     Pilgrim Stateâ??s Rocklandâ??s and Greystoneâ??s foetid halls, bickering
>     with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the midnight
>     solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare,
>     bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon, with mother finally
>     ******, and the last fantastic book flung out of the tenement
>     window, and the last door closed at 4 A.M. and the last telephone
>     slammed at the wall in reply and the last furnished room emptied
>     down to the last piece of mental furniture, a yellow paper rose
>     twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary,
>     nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucinationâ?? ah, Carl, while
>     you are not safe I am not safe, and now youâ??re really in the total
>     animal soup of timeâ?? and who therefore ran through the icy streets
>     obsessed with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the
>     ellipsis catalogue a variable measure and the vibrating plane, who
>     dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images
>     juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual
>     images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of
>     consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens
>     Aeterna Deus to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose
>     and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with
>     shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm
>     of thought in his naked and endless head, the madman bum and angel
>     beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to
>     say in time come after death, and rose reincarnate in the ghostly
>     clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the
>     suffering of Americaâ??s naked mind for love into an eli eli lamma
>     lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the
>     last radio with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out
>     of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.
>
>
>     End Stanza I
>
>     Howl By Allen Ginsberg
>
>     For Carl Solomon
>
>     http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/179381
>
>
> --
> RR
> "Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to pinpoint potential
> trouble-makers ... And neutralize them, neutralize them, neutralize them"
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