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Hello. This isn't so much of a complaint as a "what to do in this situation" type deal.

• Ordered Dominoes Pizza, 1 Marbled Cookie Brownie, 1 8 Piece Wing
• $5 Tip
• Order around 8:30 PM EST.
• Put down to give me a call/text when the driver is 5 minutes away.

Now. Mind you, I live in an apartment building with security, doors close at 8 PM (Automatic locking doors. You need to be badged in.) So I usually sit downstairs and wait on the bench for my delivery.

• Pizza order is done around 8:45 PM
• Delivery is set out at 8:55 PM
• Delivery driver is named Eric.
• Doesn't call or text when they will arrive or let's me know they're here (as put in the note.)

I check my pizza tracker. Delivery is due around 9:08-9:10 PM. Cool. 9:00 PM rolls around, I'm waiting downstairs. I'm staring at my tracker and I see the delivery driver en route. Ok. Everything is cool.

• Eric is within striking distance of my apartment complex.
• Eric is pulling up.
• Nobody shows up at the door.
• Says the food has been delivered.

I then attempt to get a hold of the store. I call once. Get placed on hold for 45 minutes. I go "Ok. Must be busy I'll call tomorrow. No big deal. Surely there's an explanation for this."

• I wake up early morning.
• Call Dominoes around 11:30 - 11:45 AM.
• Placed on hold for another 15-20 minutes.

At this point I went down to the store itself.

• Explain to the cashier that I placed my order, didn't recieve the food.
• They tell me the manager isn't in today.
• I ask for a refund.
• Get told only the manager can issue refunds.
• Ok I'lll try to call in tomorrow or later on in the evening.

Return back home. I try calling later on in the afternoon around 1 PM to see if the evening shift manager was in. On hold for another 20-35 minutes. At this point I've lost my patience and just wanted a refund. So I called another store and explained the situation. They told me to call corporate.

• Next day arrives, I call corporate around 9:30 AM.
• No human picks up the phone.
• Forced to use the bot to interact.
• I go through the prompts.

I leave my inquiry, and then I remembered. I had paid through Paypal.

• Puts a ticket in with Paypal.
• Paypal investigates
• Receive a full refund within 2 hours.

Tl; dr - Always use Paypal when doing online orders. Don't run around like a chicken with your head cut off. I like Dominoes, but this was just poor practice. There's another nearby store I will order from in the future since my local one has poor customer service. I also never knew if Eric stole my food or not.

I refueled today and had a small issue getting the door to the fuel system to open. After the second try, it opened. I didn't think much of it as I've had this happen occasionally before. After refueling, a check engine light appeared. I took it to an oil change shop and the P0442 error code appeared when they used their reader. I was told to tighten my cap or to replace the gasket. Of course, my model has the capless feature so it's not a faulty cap. I'm not really mechanically minded, but I like to try to learn what I can about my car.
What are some possible things I should look into? Any parts it might need?

Hi! I really enjoy this new organisation of WriteStreakEN. I will write here what I learnt in English. To make it easier to read, I don't write everything, for example I don't write inadvertent errors (no -s at plural...).
Why is the sky blue? (144) corrected by del llover
An aspect that I am not good at sounds more native-like (I didn't know this word) than "good with".
Questions that are related to perception. (more native-like than "of perception").
When (and not whereas). Context : the question of why human mind cannot imagine new colors when it can imagine new animals for instance.
The sky (and not sky alone).
The narrator can be said for a "voix-off" in French.
Orthography: absorption.
Optics : the field, like physics, politics, linguistics...
Humans are sensitive to blue (I used the singular).
The Writestreakiverse (146) corrected by Adam
I was at the beginning of learning Italian (capital letter for languages)
to involve = to be active in sth. vs to imply (in French, both are translated "impliquer" with two different meanings)
Honest (orthography)
To look forward (I learnt this expression when I was 16 but I have not yet the reflex of using it.)
I wonder what the next subject will be -> SVO syntax.
My role in an ancient society (147) corrected by Adam
Syntax: Maybe it's because... (maybe, in one word).
They != there != their. I made the mistake many times.
Content vocabulary (148) corrected by Adam
Many spelling mistakes. The problem is that there are often words that I believe to know.
Traditional, acoustics, except, conversely, independent.
Phonetics is the study of sounds. (And Paul studies phonetics).
Not really a mistake, but it is fun: Phonetics is the study of phones. A phone = a sound in linguistics, but also a tool to communicate.
I am a little desappointed because I write everyday my corrections on my notebook and I realised today that I read better (and it is more practical) on my computer, without my notes. I will continue to write them, but it is useless. :/
See you tomorrow for my text number 150 and for Social Sundays!

There wasn’t really a flair that worked, but this was the closest. Maybe part rant too. I don’t know.
I finally quit my job today. 4 days before my probationary period was over. The job I held was 500% a bait and switch. I was under the understanding my job would entail light housework, running kids to extra curricular, and making sure they were fed. It turned in to a nightmare. The entire family, parents included, would not pick up after themselves at all. Toilets not flushed unless I did it, clothes just dropped where they were taken off, toys never picked up, the parents wouldn’t even put their own laundry away etc. things ended up being me cleaning everything up, taking care of their cats, cooking all meals, grocery shopping, mail runs, washing bedding, cleaning bedrooms, food, dishes and leftovers from Friday still left all over the place when I come in Monday morning. Used condoms on the floor in the master bedroom, sex toys left out, litter boxes for 2 cats left unscooped until I did it. Everything was just a disaster.
I was there for 10+ hours a day, 5 days a week and would be in my feet cleaning and tidying all day and could not keep up. I’d finally get things cleaned by Friday and the coming Monday was like a bomb went off. It felt like all my hard work was taken for granted & not appreciated at all. It’s mentally exhausting and I could not do it any more. I made sure the whole house was clean, dinner was ready & the girls were picked up by a family member (a planned weekend away) and then texted my boss & told her I was making today my last day. I know it’s a bit of a dick move, but I just couldn’t any more. Please tell me I’m not as big of an ass as I feel. I’m a bleeding heart & I loved those kids. But they burnt me out in 3 months.

Yeah I put this off until the last minute, I’ve had enormous difficulty communicating all my life so please bear with me. I don’t think one person knows this whole story but I realize it’s time I find a way to let my voice be heard. Hopefully it’s come together well enough after a week of working on it...
I was the kid that won all the first place trophies and held all the records on track and field day in kindergarten. Always outside doing whatever adrenaline pumping activity I could get myself into. From early on my parents recognized that I needed an environment that team competitive sports provides. Justifiably so, I would never trade the life lessons earned while playing American football for those read in a class room.
I suited up for the gridiron at 7 years old. I was padded from the toes up and it felt incredible, like I was a tank! The coaches loved me, I was short and stout, quick, sharp and fearless. It didn’t take long before I was playing on both sides of the ball, as running back on offense, safety on defense and returner on kickoffs. I was on the field the whole game. The attention as a team leader was intoxicating, it hooked me for life. I suffered my first on field concussion the following year.
It was the first game of the season, the bleachers seemed packed. Near the beginning of the game, playing as free safety, I see my opportunity to not let the team down. The ball gets handed off to their running back, a smaller guy like me, bursts around the mass of blockers to the outside and lights a fire down the sideline. Nothing between him and the touchdown, I project myself into his path and charge ahead like a game of chicken. Littler dude gets even lower than me, his helmet hitting me square in the diaphragm, lifts me clean off the ground and runs through me as though I wasn’t there. I land on my back, head hits the grass. Next thing I know I’m being lifted into an ambulance after being carried off the field on a stretcher. This was my first year of full contact play after a season of flag football and I clearly had not yet grasped the differences. I was in 2nd grade.
As I was enrolled in speech and hearing therapy at school, coaches began teaching me to get over that big hit by hitting the next kid even harder. I began to yearn the brutality of the game even as I took more punishment. The cycle was vicious. Looking back it really seems as though the coaches had some other agenda or issue that fed the aggression. We were coached to lead with our heads because shoulder pads were far too small proportionately and they’d make fun of us after a game if we couldn’t count multiple paint streaks embedded into the plastic on our helmets. Those paint marks were made by helmet to helmet contact, the more impactful the hit, the greater your “trophy”. Some kids earned more trophies than I and it pissed me off so I’d hit harder. They’d line us up one-on-one and tell us to knock the other guy off his feet if we wanted to play in the next game. I couldn’t begin to count the times I was laid out left counting the birds flying over my head in practice alone. Guys would go down every night, coaches laughing, “Aww get him some gatorade, he’s fine. Sit out 10 minutes and get back in here little guy.” I went on to play another 5 years in mostly the same positions until one day, after a difficult practice and a conversation with a close teammate, we dropped our pads and never looked back. But the damage had been done, my path had already been irrevocably set.
After that first on field concussion in 2nd grade, I went on to endure countless concussions over the next 7 years, first from football, then bike riding, fighting and skateboarding. It seemed after a few days of balance issues, blurry vision or headaches, I had no lingering problems and follow-up medical care was nonexistent at the time. It would be easier to recount the couple dozen times I was knocked unconscious, including one that kept me in the hospital for a week. I was so harebrained by high school, I attempted my fourth day of ninth grade black out drunk. The next day I was allowed back on campus I got busted with a joint. At 14, I ran away from home and made it 800 miles before being picked up by cops while breaking into cars for spare change. I was headed for Colorado to build a cabin. Wtf did I know about any of that? And I nearly made it. I quit school, 8th grade was my last year of formal education. Would wonder around the city drinking or smoking anything I could get a hold of. I’d go skateboarding atop some of the tallest buildings in Atlanta or scoot around the woods on an ATV while blindly firing my buddy’s .44 into the air. I shouldn’t have lived through it all, I have dear friends that didn’t. But at 15 I had an epiphany (thanks to LSD), packed a box and moved 400 miles away from everything and everyone. I was somehow able to hit the reset button and leave that volatile part of my life behind and spend the next several years recovering from the constant brain trauma.
Fast forward a few decades and what I’m left with is an inability to manage my life beyond today, I’ve been stuck in flight or fight mode ever since and I’m exhausted with looking over my shoulder. I’m feeling the effects of early onset dementia as I type this and I’m actually scared for the first time in my life. My days have moved beyond forgetting where I put my keys to nearly burning the house down when I run to the store forgetting that I was in the middle of cooking. I haven’t driven a vehicle in years because I’m scared I’ll hurt someone in a fit of road rage or forget why I left home in the first place. The few hours of sleep I may get is the only way to escape the screaming in between my ears and it makes rolling out of bed all the more difficult. I’ve lived in 27 different homes yet never owned my own. It’s been a rarity to hold a job or relationship more than a couple of years and have no savings for retirement. I’ve all but given up friendships and not had a meaningful conversation with my kids in years and I can’t blame them at all. I think about them all day and it hurts beyond words knowing that I’m the asshole and they’re better off without me around much. Have a talk with the person sitting next to you when your only available emotion is anger and see how many more conversations they willingly have with you. Imagine that being your dad. It’s as if there’s a switch that’s never been flipped and I’m incapable of appropriately expressing emotions in the moment. I really don’t mean to be the prick, I simply can’t help it. But I’ll never let you see the side of me cowering in the bathroom bawling my eyes out once I have time to reflect.
I’m 48 years young now and launching a new mission in life, to help educate those on how it takes a community to provide a safe environment for our children. Not one person has all the right answers and alone we fail. Whether it be coaches, school administrators, parents or the medical field, the system failed me. I would never advocate to end youth football, but why does it need to be combative? Too many have tragically lost their voices without even knowing football damaged their brains. The year I fell in love with the game was the year I played low-contact flag football, it becomes something else entirely when you start hitting each other.
It’s time to ban youth tackle football. Is it radical, yes. So were seatbelts and smoking bans.
Converting youth football to a flag system is the only remaining viable solution to making football safer for our kids. CA and NY have recently submitted proposals, it’s time lawmakers in other states step forward. The NFL’s most recent Pro Bowl gave flag rules a shot, the fans and players enjoyed it so much it’s here to stay. If the NFL gets its proposal to the 2028 Olympic Games approved, it will be no-contact flag football rules as well. If future iterations of the game are evolving to keep adult players safe, when will youth sports follow? Why aren’t kids more protected and supported when less than 1% of them will go on to play in the NFL?
Stay strong and Stop Hitting Kids in the Head; https://concussionfoundation.org/stop-hitting-kids-in-the-head
FYI; I have a difficult time living in the moment so give me a few days and I’ll do my best to circle back around to this post. Know that I appreciate all of you at cte for coming along on this journey of discovery with me. I am not the best at providing emotional support either but know that I look forward to getting us to a place where we can all be there more for each other. I’m thinking of you when I post and I will continue sharing my research along the way, please share yours and know that you are safe here.
Additional links;
Age of first exposure to tackle football and years played associated with less white matter in brain; https://medicalxpress.com/news/2023-03-age-exposure-tackle-football-years.html
Three or more concussions add up to long-term cognitive problems; https://www.theguardian.com/sport/2023/jan/31/three-or-more-concussions-add-up-to-long-term-cognitive-problems-study-suggests
CTE Center Director Ann McKee says the NFL ignores the risks of repetitive blows to the head and that it’s “foolish” to think the league will police itself; https://www.bu.edu/articles/2023/bu-finds-cte-in-nearly-92-percent-of-former-nfl-players-studied/
How Psychedelic Therapy Can Help Treat Brain Injury; https://www.psychedelicpassage.com/how-psychedelic-therapy-can-help-treat-brain-injury/
Before You Let Your Kids Play Football, Read This; https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/play-in-mind/202301/before-you-let-your-kids-play-football-read-this

the only reason why i’m still here in my shitty house with my narcissistic mom and distant dad is because my best friend told me that if i were to kill myself, then she’d kill herself too.
i almost committed around this time last year and the only reason why i didn’t is because of her. she’s the only light i have in a dark room. she’s the one person who can make me cry because i’m laughing so hard.
lately, i haven’t been eating at all. she’s the only one who can make me really eat anymore. from my looks, you wouldn’t guess that i skip meals every single day. she calls me pretty. she says i’m her favorite person. she shows me with her actions that she really cares. though we never hug, which i wish we did more.
she comforts me when i have panic attacks, although i rarely tell her about them unless it’s bad enough for me to hurt myself. she drops everything and comes over. i don’t know what id do without her. i don’t want to be in a time when i’m not with her around.
today, while walking around the mall, i felt as if our time was running out. we’ve been friends for over 8 years but i still somehow think that one day, she will leave me, and i will be completely alone.
if i lose my light, how can i see in the dark? how can i laugh? how can i be happy for a few hours a day? who will call me pretty? who will cut my hair? who will pick me up when i’m about to cut myself?
nobody. nobody would. nobody other than her cares.
and i’m afraid that my depression will kill me. i’m afraid to lose her. it wakes me up at night sometimes when i have a dream of her not being here.
i depend too much on her i know. and i hate myself for it.
i’m scared. i’m scared of being alone.

I earned three certs studying mostly on my own. All I used was Mike Wheeler's Udemy course and Focus on Force. I can hardly get anybody to call me back for a job. A month ago aa recruiter from a company at the top of my list called and spoke with me. This was before I got my third cert, and be told me that they weren't going to be making any job offers until the end of April, but he did encourage to go study for that newest one. I did apply again this week, hoping to hear something back soon.
Today, I learned on LinkedIn that this company has been hiring this whole time. What gives? What an I doing wrong? I know this stuff very well, yet I get nothing.
I have my Admin, Platform App Builder, and JavaScript Developer I, but I can't get an interview to save my life. I got my Admin this past summer, app builder this past fall, and js dev only a few weeks ago. I'm building projects on my own. Yet nothing. If anybody has some advice, I know I would greatly appreciate it.
Thanks.

Hi Guys, Let me tell u not so simple story about me and a girl. And i need some genuine advices from you guys. Please listen to me and let me know what do u think. 2 years back, me and this girl met through a colleague. Actually, we went down few times and one night she got so Drunk. And that led to you know what. After that night we decided to date eachother. It was not an usual romantic story where one of person approachs someone and try to build the bond first. In the our case we did something which people do at pretty later stage of their relationship. So we started building the bond afterwards. I mean to say that we started dating only after that. Let me tell you something about this girl first and then me. She was actually my classmate in my masters and had a boyfriend. But we were in a different sections. But we never talked during our masters to eachother. We just knew eachother by faces. And also we had different group of friends. She was quite popular in college and was really good at extracurricular activities. She loved the adventures, fun and ofcourse the attention of people she gets. Meanwhile, i was more of a introvert person who loved his studies and closed group of friends. I was from very low-middle class background. So studying and getting god job was the only aim for me at that time. Later by luck, we both got placed in same MNC in college placement. Meanwhile, she got broken up with her college boyfriend as she told me. After that we started talking a little bit and eventually started meeting with eachother. It was just a common office colleagues courtesy there between and no such bond as it is. We were no match at first and i also never thought of as her someone who i will date because we were so different and she is also way out of my league at that time. But after night when we spent sometime a night together at my friend's flat. Then things went different and we seriously started dating eachother, going out, making trip plans and spending some quality time together. While i was happy that i could find someone so amazing in my life. She was looking to me as i was doing everything i can to make her queen of my life. Yes, i was kind of that hard-core SRK style lover. And she liked it so much about me. Later after dating for few months, we moved in together in a flat.we started living there and we did everything to make eachother happy. It was not one sided, she actually cared about me as well and she also made me a better and happy person in life. But now i will tell you the other side of story as well. She quite oftenly go out saying to me that she was going out with her relatives or parents. And she can't pick up my call and she will call me next day. Sometimes it was okay but later i started noticing this pattern quite often. I don't want to ruin her privacy and don't wanted to be a clingy partner. So i let her did whatever she felt ok. This was happening every 2-3 weeks, where she just got disappeared for 1-2 night. No messages, no calls, no replies whatsoever. I asked her few times but she told me that her parents are so conservative and couldn't pick your calls or can't talk to you right now. While we were there in the flat together, she has particular timings of her calls, which she called that was from her some college friends or parents. She regularly had some calls at 9 AM, around 1PM, later 6 PM in evening and 9 PM at night. This was her some pattern, i might be wrong but this felt okay for me sometimes and she has so many friends which she talk to regularly. After celebrating her birthday, i wanted to know whom she was talking to. And before moving out from our flat, just 10 days before i got her phone and tried to check her WhatsApp. That particular day, my world got shattered After all this time, she was talking to some guy in which was way way closer to her that i thought. they were doing good morning and goodnight to eachother. They were making plans of meeting all this time. They were discussing the details of their body about eachother. They even send pics of eachother, which she never did to me. Same night i confronted her asked about this guy and she told that she wanted to told me about him from a very long time about this guy and she was in committed relationship when she met me. She have tried multiple times to tell me about this guy but never got a chance or courage to told me. Bur suprisingly she later that night told me that she and i were not in any kind of committed relationship. As for her it was okay to be with me physically, mentally in evey way since we were just dating, friends with benefits or whatever you call it. Cut to sort today we are still together, one year passed and i forgiven her mistakes quite while long back. It's been almost 1 year to that incident. And i don't whether i have made a right decision or not but giving her second chance. Pleas let me know your thoughts about my story.

This post is going to be a story generated by CHAT GPT-4 in Journal Form. Let’s see where this goes!
Question: You are a teenage medieval baker and the king and his army of knights and archers are marching back to the castle after a huge battle they have won against a formidable neighboring kingdom. Please write a journal entry for this day and give yourself and the king a name and a coat of arms for the kingdom you belong to.
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CHAT GPT-4 Response:
March 31, Year of Our Lord 1373
Dearest journal,
Today was a most extraordinary day, one that shall be remembered for ages to come. The sun rose with a hopeful glow, and the town buzzed with excitement as we prepared to welcome back our victorious king, His Majesty King Alistair the Bold, and his brave army.
As I, Thomas the Baker's Apprentice, a mere boy of sixteen, kneaded the dough for the bread, my mind couldn't help but wander to the tales of valor and triumph on the battlefield. I could only imagine the strength and courage it must have taken to face the warriors of the neighboring Kingdom of Thorncrest, known for their fierce and skilled soldiers.
Our kingdom, Fairhaven, is symbolized by the majestic golden lion, standing proudly on a field of azure. This lion represents strength, wisdom, and loyalty - the very virtues that King Alistair embodies. The king's coat of arms, passed down from generations, is a testament to the unwavering spirit of our people. It features the lion alongside a silver crescent moon, symbolizing the balance between power and grace.
As the sun reached its zenith, the moment we had all been waiting for finally arrived. The castle gates opened, and the king's procession entered the town square. The air was filled with the thundering hooves of the king's mighty steed and the cheers of our fellow townsfolk. My heart swelled with pride as I beheld the sight of King Alistair, his armor gleaming like the sun and his face filled with the joy of victory.
As the baker's apprentice, it was my humble honor to present King Alistair with a freshly baked loaf of bread, shaped like our kingdom's emblem - the golden lion. I approached the king with the offering, my heart pounding in my chest. When he accepted it with a gracious smile, it felt as though I, too, had played a small part in the day's glorious events.
As night fell and the celebrations continued, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the safety and prosperity our kingdom enjoys under King Alistair's rule. I shall remember this day for the rest of my days, and hope that one day, my own children will grow up to know the greatness of our kingdom and the courage of its people.
Until we meet again, journal.
Yours faithfully,
Thomas, the Baker's Apprentice

My girlfriend has been steadily gaining weight for years. She eats a lot of sugar and doesn't seem to be able to stop. Additionally, she seems to be in denial that putting on weight as you age is natural, so you need to compensate by eating a healthier diet than you did when you were young. I've told her that she should stop eating sugar, as I've done, but she refuses to do so.
She keeps making excuses and telling me that her genetics are to blame, but she has become disgusting in appearance to me. Finally, earlier today, I had enough. I said that she was being weak by refusing to stop eating sugar and that until she makes an effort, I won't do any activities with her. We like to go to events together on the weekend in our city, but she usually huffs and puffs just by normal walking. She told me that I was being ridiculous, and that dieting is hard for her, but I laughed and told her that I quit sugar cold turkey and that she should start making good decisions like me.
She's kept herself locked in the bedroom since her little meltdown, and I'm getting a bit tired. She refuses to let me in so that I can go to sleep. I want her to stop being so childish and disrespectful about this, but I feel like she only is interested in her own point of view. I just want my girlfriend to appreciate my expertise and get some manners, but she instead wants to act like a child. AITA?

2010 and 2011 were still reminiscent of the late 90s/early 00s, while the latest technology were things similar to what we have today (smart tvs, tablets, touch screen laptops, and iPhones). The average person didn't have a smart tv in their living room, they had a Panasonic CRT TV from 2002. The average person still had a landline as well as a blackberry or a T-Mobile phone with a slide in keyboard, as well as a Windows XP desktop.
It wasn't until 2012 when I saw a lot of people get stuff we have today, streaming, smartphones, as well as eliminating their landlines. 2012 was the first year I remember that wasn't reminiscent of the 00s. At least the mid/late part of it, 2012 before that summer was still reminiscent of the 00s. We did get our first flat screen TV in 2008, but we didn't got rid of our last SDTV until May 2012 and replaced it with a 720p LED TV. A lot of people forget people were still using outdated things in the late 00s/early 2010s.

Title, basically. This city has been kind to me and I want to be kind back. What needs to be done?

Who would teach him in todays world about God, or that he himself is son of god and not just some randomly born human amongst 7 billion + others, who has an important task, how would he manage to grow up without falling into temptations when there are so many more of them and addictions today than there were 2000 years ago, such as...
TV/Movies Games/Consoles Food/Takeaways Drugs/Alcohol/Smoking Toys & electronic devices Holidays/Traveling Halloween Trick or Treating Music Driving School/University/Carer Mobile Phones Christmas/Birthday presents etc.
As a child growing up it's unlikely he'd know about any of these things being evil tricks/distractions to keep him from thinking about god and instead just believing they are part of every day lives designed by people for fun and entertainment.

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Basically the title, I bought the pencil 8 months ago from an Apple Retailer; and it worked fine until today.
It appears as if it wants to connect but is not a available device in Bluetooth settings, I have adjusted nib, charged it and everything yet is unresponsive. I have restarted my iPad a few times by now, even wiping all the data. And again unresponsive. I’ve read it might be the battery, but in only two times I have let the battery die out (a day at most btw) but this was due to me forgetting to charge the iPad.
It’s a shame because I basically have it in an almost brand new state, because I know how delicate they are. If anyone has any advice it will be much appreciated. Otherwise I might need to replace it, as I need it for drawing.

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