"What do you reckon it's looking for?" Ron yelled as they flew farther and farther north"No idea," Harry bellow backHis hands were numb with cold but he did not date attempt to shift his gripHe had been wondering for some time what they would do if they saw the coast sail beneath them, if the dragon headed for open seal he was cold and numb, not to mention desperately hungry and thirstyWhen, he wondered, had the beast itself last eaten? Surely it would need sustenance before long? And what if, at that point, it realized it had three highly edible humans sitting on its back? The sun slipped lower in the sky, which was turning indigo; and still the dragon flew, cities and towns gliding out of sight beneath them, its enormous shadow sliding over the earth like a giant dark cloudEvery part of Harry ached with the effort of holding on to the dragon's back"Is it my imagination," shouted Ron after a considerable stretch of silence, "or are we losing height?" Harry looked down and saw deep green mountains and lakes, coppery in the sunsetthe landscape seemed to grow larger and more detailed as gucci taske he squinted over the side of the dragon, and he wondered whether it had divined the presence of fresh water by the flashes of reflected sunlightLower and lower the dragon flew, in great spiraling circles, honing in, it seemed, upon one of the smaller lakes"I say we jump when it gets low enough!" Harry called back to the others"Straight into the water before it realizes we're here!"
They agreed, Hermione a little faintly, and now Harry could see the dragon's wide yellow underbelly rippling in the surface of the water"NOW!" He slithered over the side of the dragon and plummeted feetfirst toward the surface of the lake; the drop was greater than he had estimated and he hit the water hard, plunging like a stone into a freezing, green, reed-filled worldHe kicked toward the surface and emerged, panting, to see enormous ripples emanating in circles from the places where Ron and Hermione had fallenThe dragon did not seem to have noticed anything; it was already fifty feet away, swooping low over the lake to scoop up water in its scarred snoutAs Ron and Hermione emerged, spluttering and second hand chanel gasping, from the depths of the lake, the dragon flew on, its wings beating hard, and landed at last on a distant bankHarry, Ron and Hermione struck out for the opposite shoreThe lake did not seem to be deepSoon it was more a question of fighting their way through reeds and mud than swimming, and at last they flopped, sodden, panting, and exhausted, onto slippery grassHermione collapsed, coughing and shudderingThough Harry could have happily lain down and slept, he staggered to his feet, drew out his wand, and started casting the usual protective spells around themWhen he had finished, he joined the othersIt was the first time that he had seen them properly since escaping from the vaultBoth had angry red burns all over their faces and arms, and their clothing was singed away in placesThey were wincing as they dabbed essence of dittany onto their many injuriesHermione handed Harry the bottle, then pulled out three bottles of pumpkin juice she had brought from Shell Cottage and clean, dry robes for all of themThey changes and then gulped down the juice"Well, on the upside," said Ron finally, who mulberry vintage was sitting watching the skin on his hands regrow, "we got the HorcruxOn the downside-" "\a150\a150 no sword," said Harry through gritted teeth, as he dripped dittany through the singed hole in his jeans onto the angry burn beneath"No sword," repeated Ron"That double-crossing little scab Harry pulled the Horcrux from the pocket of the wet jacket he had just taken off and set it down on the grass in front of themGlinting in the sun, it drew their eyes as they swigged their bottles of juice"At least we can't wear it this time, that'd look a bit weird hanging around our necks," said Ron, wiping his mouth on the back of his handHermione looked across the lake to the far bank where the dragon was still drinking"What'll happen to it, do you think?" she asked, "Will it be alright?" "You sound like Hagrid," said Ron, "It's a dragon, Hermione, it can look after itselfIt's us we need to worry about "What do you mean?" "Well I don't know how to break this to you," said Ron, "but I think they might have noticed we broke into Gringotts All three of them started to laugh, and once started, it was spy bag replica difficult
to stopHarry's ribs ached, he felt lightheaded with hunger, but he lay back on the grass beneath the reddening sky and laughed until his throat was raw"What are we going to do, though?" said Hermione finally, hiccuping herself back to seriousness"He'll know, won't he? You-Know-Who will know we know about his Horcruxes!" "Maybe they'll be too scared to tell him!" said Ron hopefully, "Maybe they'll cover up \a150\a150" The sky, the smell of the lake water, the sound of Ron's voice were extinguishedPain cleaved Harry's head like a sword strokeHe was standing in a dimly lit room, and a semicircle of wizards faced him, and on the floor at his feet knelt a small, quaking figure"What did you say to me?" His voice was high and cold, but fury and fear burned inside himThe one thing that he had dreaded - but it could not be true, he could not see howThe goblin was trembling, unable to meet the red eyes high above his"Say it again!" murmured Voldemort"Say it again!" "M-my Lord," stammered the goblin, its black eyes wide with terror, "m-my Lordwe t-tried to st-stop themIm-impostors, my gucci horsebit hobo Lord

Nor on
the fatal night did they force an entrance until they had dogged the porter
to his home Smith and Brown ransacked the place for money, while
Brodie and Andrew Ainslie remained without to give a necessary warning
Whereupon Ainslie was seized with fright, and Brodie, losing his head,
called off the others, so that six hundred pounds were left, that might have
been an easy prey Smith, indignant at the collapse of the long- pondered
design, laid the blame upon his master, and they swung, as Brodie's grim
spirit of farce suggested, for four pounds apiece
The humours of the situation were all the Deacon's own He dressed
the part in black; his respectability grinned behind a vizard; and all the
while he trifled nonchalantly with a pistol Breaking the silence with
snatches from The Beggar's Opera, he promised that all their lead should
turn to gold, christened the coulter and the crow the Great and Little
Samuel, and then went off to drink and dice at the Vintner's How could
anger prevail against this undying gaiety? And if Smith were peevish at
failure, he was presently reconciled, and prepared once more to die for his
Deacon
Even after escape, the amateur is still apparent True, he managed the
trip to Flushing with his ancient extravagance; true, he employed all the
juggleries of the law to prevent his prada clutch surrender at Amsterdam But he
knew not the caution of the born criminal, and he was run to earth,
because he would still write to his friends like a gentleman His letters,
during this nightmare of disaster, are perfect in their carelessness and
good-fellowship In this he demands news of his children, as becomes a


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father and a citizen, and furnishes a schedule of their education; in that he
is curious concerning the issue of a main, and would know whether his
black cock came off triumphant Nor, even in flight, did he forget his
proper craft, but would have his tools sent to Charleston, that in America
he might resume the trade that had made him Deacon
But his was the art of conduct, not of guile, and he deserved capture
for his rare indifference Why, then, with no natural impulsion, did he
risk the gallows? Why, being no born thief, and innocent of the thief's
cunning, did he associate with so clever a scoundrel as George Smith, with
cowards craven as Brown and Ainslie? The greed of gold, doubtless, half
persuaded him, but gold was otherwise attainable, and the motive was
assuredly far more subtle Brodie, in fact, was of a romantic turn He
was, so to say, a glorified schoolboy, surfeited with penny dreadfuls He
loved above all things to patter ladies omega watches the flash, to dream himself another
Macheath, to trick himself out with all the trappings of a crime he was
unfit to commit It was never the job itself that attracted him: he would
always rather throw the dice than force a neighbour's window But he
must needs have a distraction from the respectability of his life
Everybody was at his feet; he was Deacon of his Guild, at an age whereat
his fellows were striving to earn a reputable living; his masterpieces were
fashioned, and the wrights' trade was already a burden To go upon the
cross seemed a dream of freedom, until he snapped his fingers at the world,
filled his mouth with slang, prepared his alibi, and furnished him a whole
wardrobe of disguises
With a conscious irony, maybe, he buried his pistols beneath the
domestic hearth, jammed his dark lantern into the press, where he kept his
game-cocks, and determined to make an inextricable jumble of his career
Drink is sometimes a sufficient reaction against the orderliness of a
successful life
But drink and cards failed with the Deacon, and at the Vintner's of his
frequentation he encountered accomplices proper for his schemes Never
was so outrageous a protest offered against domesticity Yet Brodie's
resolution was romantic after its fashion, and was far more respectable
than the blackguardism omega de ville men's watches of the French Revolution, which distracted

housewifely discontent a year after the Deacon swung Moreover, it gave
occasion for his dandyism and his love of display If in one incarnation
he was the complete gentleman, in another he dressed the part of the
perfect scoundrel, and the list of his costumes would have filled one of his
own ledgers
But, when once the possibility of housebreaking was taken from him,
he returned to his familiar dignity Being questioned by the Procurator
Fiscal, he shrugged his shoulders, regretting that other affairs demanded
his attention As who should say: it is unpardonable to disturb the
meditations of a gentleman He made a will bequeathing his knowledge
of law to the magistrates of Edinburgh, his dexterity in cards and dice to
Hamilton the chimney-sweeper, and all his bad qualities to his good
friends and old companions, Brown and Ainslie, not doubting, however,
that their own will secure them `a rope at last' In prison it was his worst
complaint that, though the nails of his toes and fingers were not quite so
long as Nebuchadnezzar's, they were long enough for a mandarin, and
much longer than he found convenient Thus he preserved an untroubled
demeanour until the day of his death Always polite, and even joyous, he
met the smallest louis vuitton backpacks indulgence with enthusiasm When Smith complained
that a respite of six weeks was of small account, Brodie exclaimed,
`George, what would you and I give for six weeks longer? Six weeks
would be an age to us'
The day of execution was the day of his supreme triumph As some
men are artists in their lives, so the Deacon was an artist in his death
Nothing became him so well as his manner of leaving the world There
is never a blot upon this exquisite performance It is superb, impeccable!
Again his dandyism supported him, and he played the part of a dying man
in a full suit of black, his hair, as always, dressed and powdered The day
before he had been jovial and sparkling He had chanted all his flash
songs, and cracked the jokes of a man of fashion But he set out for the
gallows with a firm step and a rigorous demeanour He offered a prayer
of his own composing, and `O Lord,' he said, `I lament that I know so little
of Thee' The patronage and the confession are alike characteristic As
he drew near the scaffold, the model of which he had given to his native

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city a few years since, he stepped with an agile briskness; he examined the
halter, destined for his neck, with an impartial curiosity
His last pleasantry was uttered as he ascended the cheap chanel purses ta

"I don't!" cried Jo decidedly
"Nor I," echoed the others
"You think then, that it is better to have a few duties and live a little for others, do you?"
"Lounging and larking doesn't pay," observed Jo, shaking her head"I'm tired of it and mean to go to work at something right off
"Suppose you learn plain cookingThat's a useful accomplishment, which no woman should be without," said MrsMarch, laughing inaudibly at the recollection of Jo's dinner party, for she had met Miss Crocker and heard her account of it
"Mother, did you go away and let everything be, just to see how we'd get on?" cried Meg, who had had suspicions all day
"Yes, I wanted you to see how the comfort of all depends on each doing her share faithfullyWhile Hannah and I did your work, you got on pretty well, though I don't think you were very happy or amiableSo I thought, as a little lesson, I would show you what happens when everyone thinks only of herselfDon't you feel that it is pleasanter to help one another, to have daily duties which make leisure sweet when it comes, and to bear and forbear, that home may be comfortable cambon chanel and lovely to us all?"
"We do, Mother we do!" cried the girls
"Then let me advise you to take up your little burdens again, for though they seem heavy sometimes, they are good for us, and lighten as we learn to carry themWork is wholesome, and there is plenty for everyoneIt keeps us from ennui and mischief, is good for health and spirits, and gives us a sense of power and independence better than money or fashion
"We'll work like bees, and love it too, see if we don't," said Jo"I'll learn plain cooking for my holiday task, and the dinner party I have shall be a success
"I'll make the set of shirts for father, instead of letting you do it, MarmeeI can and I will, though I'm not fond of sewingThat will be better than fussing over my own things, which are plenty nice enough as they are
"I'll do my lessons every day, and not spend so much time with my music and dollsI am a stupid thing, and ought to be studying, not playing," was Beth's resolution, while Amy followed their example by heroically declaring, "I shall learn to make buttonholes, and attend to my parts of speech
"Very good! Then I fake cartier watches am quite satisfied with the experiment, and fancy that we shall not have to repeat it, only don't go to the other extreme and delve like slavesHave regular hours for work and play, make each day both useful and pleasant, and prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it wellThen youth will be delightful, old age will bring few regrets, and life become a beautiful success, in spite of poverty
"We'll remember, Mother!" And they did
CHAPTER TWELVE


Beth was postmistress, for, being most at home, she could attend to it regularly, and dearly liked the daily task of unlocking the little door and distributing the mailOne July day she came in with her hands full, and went about the house leaving letters and parcels like the penny post
"Here's your posy, Mother! Laurie never forgets that," she said, putting the fresh nosegay in the vase that stood in `Marmee's corner', and was kept supplied by the affectionate boy
"Miss Meg March, one letter and a glove," continued Beth, delivering the articles to her sister, who sat near her mother, stitching wristbands
"Why, I left a pair over hermes vintage there, and here is only one," said Meg, looking at the gray cotton glove"Didn't you drop the other in the garden?"
"No, I'm sure I didn't, for there was only one in the office
"I hate to have odd gloves! Never mind, the other may be foundMy letter is only a translation of the German song I wantedBrooke did it, for this isn't Laurie's writingMarch glanced at Meg, who was looking very pretty in her gingham morning gown, with the little curls blowing about her forehead, and very womanly, as she sat sewing at her little worktable, full of tidy white rolls, so unconscious of the thought in her mother's mind as she sewed and sang, while her fingers flew and her thoughts were busied with girlish fancies as innocent and fresh as the pansies in her belt, that MrsMarch smiled and was satisfied
"Two letters for Doctor Jo, a book, and a funny old hat, which covered the whole post office and stuck outside," said Beth, laughing as she went into the study where Jo sat writing
"What a sly fellow Laurie is! I said I wished bigger hats were the fashion, because I burn my face every hot dayHe said, `Why mind the balenciaga motorcycle handbag fashion? Wear a big hat, and be comfortable!' I said I would if I had one, and he has sent me this to try meI'll wear it for fun, and show him I don't care for the fashion And hanging the antique broadbrim on a bust of Plato, Jo read her letters
One from her mother made her cheeks glow and her eyes fill, for it said to her

My Dear:
I write a little word to tell you with how much satisfaction I watch your efforts to control your temperYou say nothing about your trials, failures, or successes, and think, perhaps, that no one sees them but the Friend whose help you daily ask, if I may trust the well-worn cover of your guidebookI, too, have seen them all, and heartily believe in the sincerity of your resolution, since it begins to bear fruitGo on, dear, patiently and bravely, and always believe that no one sympathizes more tenderly with you than your loving
Mother

"That does me good! That's worth millions of money and pecks of praiseOh, Marmee, I do try! I will keep on trying, and not get tired, since I have you to help me
Laying her head on her arms, Jo wet her little romance with a few happy chloe bag t

I wish we could wash from out hearts and souls
The stains of the week away,
And let water and air by their magic make
Ourselves as pure as they
Then on the earth there would be indeed,
A glorious washing day!
Along the path of a useful life,
Will heartsease ever bloom
The busy mind has no time to think
Of sorrow or care or gloom
And anxious thoughts may be swept away,
As we bravely wield a broom
I am glad a task to me is given,
To labor at day by day,
For it brings me health and strength and hope,
And I cheerfully learn to say,
"Head, you may think, Heart, you may feel,
But, Hand, you shall work alway!"

Dear Mother,
There is only room for me to send my love, and some pressed pansies from the root I have been keeping safe in the house for Father to seeI read every morning, try to be good all day, and sing myself to sleep with Father's tuneI can't sing `LAND OF THE LEAL' now, it makes me cryEveryone is very kind, and we are as happy as we can be without youAmy tiffany knockoff wants the rest of the page, so I must stopI didn't forget to cover the holders, and I wind the clock and air the rooms every day
Kiss dear Father on the cheek he calls mineOh, do come soon to your loving


LITTLE BETH


Ma Chere Mamma,
We are all well I do my lessons always and never corroberate the girls--Meg says I mean contradick so I put in both words and you can take the properestMeg is a great comfort to me and lets me have jelly every night at tea its so good for me Jo says because it keeps me sweet temperedLaurie is not as respeckful as he ought to be now I am almost in my teens, he calls me Chick and hurts my feelings by talking French to me very fast when I say Merci or Bon jour as Hattie King doesThe sleeves of my blue dress were all worn out, and Meg put in new ones, but the full front came wrong and they are more blue than the dressI felt bad but did not fret I bear my troubles well but I do wish Hannah would put more starch in my aprons and have buckwheats every dayCan't balenciaga motorcycle handbags she? Didn't I make that interrigation point nice? Meg says my punchtuation and spelling are disgraceful and I am mortyfied but dear me I have so many things to do, I can't stopAdieu, I send heaps of love to PapaYour affectionate daughter


AMY CURTIS MARCH


Dear Mis March,
I jes drop a line to say we git on fust rateThe girls is clever and fly round right smartMiss Meg is going to make a proper good housekeeperShe hes the liking for it, and gits the hang of things surprisin quickJo doos beat all for goin ahead, but she don't stop to cal'k'late fust, and you never know where she's like to bring upShe done out a tub of clothes on Monday, but she starched 'em afore they was wrenched, and blued a pink calico dress till I thought I should a died a laughinBeth is the best of little creeters, and a sight of help to me, bein so forehanded and dependableShe tries to learn everything, and really goes to market beyond her years, likewise keeps accounts, with my help, quite wonderfulWe have got gucci men bag on very economical so furI don't let the girls hev coffee only once a week, accordin to your wish, and keep em on plain wholesome vittlesAmy does well without frettin, wearin her best clothes and eatin sweet stuffLaurie is as full of didoes as usual, and turns the house upside down frequent, but he heartens the girls, so I let em hev full swingThe old gentleman send heaps of things, and is rather wearin, but means wal, and it aint my place to say nothinMy bread is riz, so no more at this timeMarch, and hope he's seen the last of his Pewmonia
Yours respectful,
Hannah Mullet
Head Nurse of Ward No2,

All serene on the Rappahannock, troops in fine condition, commisary department well conducted, the Home Guard under Colonel Teddy always on duty, Commander in Chief General Laurence reviews the army daily, Quartermaster Mullet keeps order in camp, and Major Lion does picket duty at nightA salute of twenty-four guns was fired on reciept of good news from Washington, and a dress parade took place authentic hermes at headquartersCommander in chief sends best wishes, in which he is heartily joined by

COLONEL TEDDY

Dear Madam:
The little girls are all wellBeth and my boy report dailyHannah is a model servant, and guards pretty Meg like a dragonGlad the fine weather holdsPray make Brooke useful, and draw on me for funds if expenses exceed your estimateDon't let your husband want anythingThank God he is mending
Your sincere friend and servant,
JAMES LAURENCE
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

For a week the amount of virtue in the old house would have supplied the neighborhoodIt was really amazing, for everyone seemed in a heavenly frame of mind, and self-denial was all the fashionRelieved of their first anxiety about their father, girls insensibly relaxed their praiseworthy efforts a little, and began to fall back into old waysThey did not forget their motto, but hoping and keeping busy seemed to grow easier, and after such tremendous exertions, they felt that Endeavor deserved a holiday, and gave it a good women's santos 100 replica m

Her once active limbs were so stiff and feeble that Jo took her for a daily airing about the house in her strong armsMeg cheerfully blackened and burned her white hands cooking delicate messes for `the dear', while Amy, a loyal slave of the ring, celebrated her return by giving away as many of her treasures as she could prevail on her sisters to accept
As Christmas approached, the usual mysteries began to haunt the house, and Jo frequently convulsed the family by proposing utterly impossible or magnificently absurd ceremonies, in honor of this unusually merry ChristmasLaurie was equally impracticable, and would have had bonfires, skyrockets, and triumphal arches, if he had had his own wayAfter many skirmishes and snubbings, the ambitious pair were considered effectually quenched and went about with forlorn faces, which were rather belied by explosions of laughter when the two got together
Several days of unusually mild weather fitly ushered in a splendid Christmas DayHannah `felt in her bones' that it was going to be an unusually fine day, and she proved herself a true prophetess, for everybody and everything seemed bound to produce a grand successMarch wrote that he should soon be with them, then Beth felt uncommonly well that morning, and, being dressed in her mother's gift, a soft omega olympic watch crimson merino wrapper, was borne in high triumph to the window to behold the offering of Jo and LaurieThe Unquenchables had done their best to be worthy of the name, for like elves they had worked by night and conjured up a comical surpriseOut in the garden stood a stately snow maiden, crowned with holly, bearing a basket of fruit and flowers in one hand, a great roll of music in the other, a perfect rainbow of an Afghan round her chilly shoulders, and a Christmas carol issuing from her lips on a pink paper streamer

THE JUNGFRAU TO BETH
God bless you, dear Queen Bess!
May nothing you dismay,
But health and peace and happiness
Be yours, this Christmas day
Here's fruit to feed our busy bee,
And flowers for her nose
Here's music for her pianee,
An afghan for her toes,
A portrait of Joanna, see,
By Raphael No2,
ho laboured with great industry
To make it fair and true
Accept a ribbon red, I beg,
For Madam Purrer's tail,
And ice cream made by lovely Peg,
A Mont Blanc in a pail
Their dearest love my makers laid
Within my breast of snow
Accept it, and the Alpine maid,
From Laurie and from Jo

How Beth laughed when she saw it, how Laurie ran up and down to bring in the gifts, and what ridiculous speeches Jo made as she presented them
"I'm so full of happiness, chanel necklace that if Father was only here, I couldn't hold one drop more," said Beth, quite sighing with contentment as Jo carried her off to the study to rest after the excitement, and to refresh herself with some of the delicious grapes the `Jungfrau' had sent her
"So am I," added Jo, slapping the pocket wherein reposed the long-desired UNDINE AND SINTRAM
"I'm sure I am," echoed Amy, poring over the engraved copy of the Madonna and Child, which her mother had given her in a pretty frame
"Of course I am!" cried Meg, smoothing the silvery folds of her first sild dress, for MrLaurence had insisted on giving it"How can I be otherwise?" said MrsMarch gratefully, as her eyes went from her husband's letter to Beth's smiling face, and her hand carressed the brooch made of gray and golden, chestnut and dark brown hair, which the girls had just fastened on her breast
Now and then, in this workaday world, things do happen in the delightful storybook fashion, and what a comfort it isHalf an hour after everyone had said they were so happy they could only hold one drop more, the drop cameLaurie opened the parlor door and popped his head in very quietlyHe might just as well have turned a somersault and uttered an Indian war whoop, for his face was so full of suppressed excitement and his voice so treacherously chanel j12 joyful that everyone jumped up, though he only said, in a queer, breathless voice, "Here's another Christmas present for the March family
Before the words were well out of his mouth, he was whisked away somehow, and in his place appeared a tall man, muffled up to the eyes, leaning on the arm of another tall man, who tried to say something and couldn'tOf course there was a general stampede, and for several minutes everybody seemed to lose their wits, for the strangest things were done, and no one said a wordMarch became invisible in the embrace of four pairs of loving armsJo disgraced herself by nearly fainting away, and had to be doctored by Laurie in the china closetBrooke kissed Meg entirely by mistake, as he somewhat incoherently explainedAnd Amy, the dignified, tumbled over a stool, and never stopping to get up, hugged and cried over her father's boots in the most touching mannerMarch was the first to recover herself, and held up her hand with a warning, "Hush! Remember Beth
But it was too lateThe study door flew open, the little red wrapper appeared on the threshold, joy put strength into the feeble limbs, and Beth ran straight into her father's armsNever mind what happened just after that, for the full hearts overflowed, washing away the bitterness of the past and leaving only the chloe bag bay sweetness of the present
It was not at all romantic, but a hearty laugh set everybody straight again, for Hannah was discovered behind the door, sobbing over the fat turkey, which she had forgotten to put down when she rushed up from the kitchenAs the laugh subsided, MrsMarch began to thank MrBrooke for his faithful care of her husband, at which MrBrooke suddenly remembered that MrMarch needed rest, and seizing Laurie, he precipitately retiredThen the two invalids were ordered to repose, which they did, by both sitting in one big chair and talking hardMarch told how he had longed to surprise them, and how, when the fine weather came, he had been allowed by his doctor, to take advantage of it, how devoted Brooke had been, and how he was altogether a most estimable and upright young manMarch paused a minute just there, and after a glance at Meg, who was violently poking the fire, looked at his wife with an inquiring lift of the eyebrows, I leave you to imagineMarch gently nodded her head and asked, rather abruptly, if he wouldn't like to have something to eatJo saw and understood the look, and she stalked grimly away to get wine and beef tea, muttering to herself as she slammed the door, "I hate estimable young men with brown eyes!"
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