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Halloween

Halloween was great this year. We were all old enough to start out a bit later, so we got to see all kinds of other kids dressed up. Some were very scary and we weren’t sure what to think about that. (Riley asked Mom to pick him up when he saw a skeleton trick-or-treating.) And some were familiar and we said hi, happy to be a part of a community.

We also talked a lot more this year when people opened their doors. Emmett, who is very into Jake and the Neverland Pirates, kept asking people for treasure. “Trick or Treasure!” he would say, once they held out their candy stash. And by the end of the evening everyone was good at saying “Please” and “Thank you.” Riley, however, took a different route and once he had his candy he said, “Peace.” Where he got that, no one knows.

Each little pig had their own method for picking out candy, too, as no one was familiar with what was being offered. Riley would choose anything blue. He ended up with a lot of Almond Joys. Tessa would take a fist-full of whatever her sticky little fingers could get, not paying attention to color or size. Quantity mattered most to her. Emmett was a bit more interested in what was going on inside the houses then he was in the candy. What sort of decorations did they have? Who was waiting inside, checking out the trick-or-treaters? Luckily, Pop-pop’s street was in full swing, so he got to take in all of the special Halloween touches. He ended up with quite a haul of candy, too.

There was a mechanical spider on someone’s lawn, that was lit up purple and yellow; There were a myriad of ghosts, bats, vampires, and skeletons in people’s trees; there were any number of sound effects, howling, hooting, creaking and cracking; and first thing out, everyone saw a live owl perched on a neighbor’s eve. Everything added to the ambiance, and together with the mild weather, it was by far the spookiest and most fun Halloween ever.

For about two days afterward, we were all asking for candy. We were allowed about 3 pieces per day. Often, as we are not accustomed to getting candy, we didn’t even finish the piece that we had. And after the novelty wore off, we stopped requesting candy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. This growing immunity to the lure of candy, however, did not extend to the Halloween costumes. We are still wearing them today…

For a time, Emmett was always Woody, Riley was always Buzz Lightyear and Tessa was always a Princess. But even before the big day, Emmett had tired of Woody and he broke out last year’s Spiderman costume to wear for trick-or-treating this year. Since Halloween, Riley has requested two years ago’s Dinosaur costume more frequently than others, Tessa goes back and forth between her Princess costume and Riley’s last year’s Doggie, and Emmett, who can’t settle on a look, jumps between the Dino, the Buzz, and the Princess. He rather enjoys the tutu. Regardless, overall, we like to play dress-up and we are good at sharing all of the available costumes.

The time change has meant that we are all a bit cranky, and we are getting used to waking up and going to bed an hour later. Give us a few weeks and we’ll be there… Right now we are looking forward to Emmett’s and Riley’s joint birthday party at an area indoor play area. We’ve invited all of the boys’ school friends, as well as some of our other favorites, and we can’t wait to run and jump and scream and eat. We all just know that it will be fantastic. How can it not be, what with all the balloons…

Talk soon,
The Three Pigs

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Princesses and Fish and Bears, oh my

We are all getting ready for Halloween. We picked out our costumes (or, more accurately, Mom picked them out for us). Emmett is going to be Woody from Toy Story; Riley is going to be Woody’s best friend, Buzz; and Tessa is going to be Rapunzel. These are all characters we know and love, and when Mom brought home the costumes, we were so excited that we couldn’t even fathom waiting until the end of the month to put them on. We wore our costumes for two-straight-days.

Emmett, actually, wore part of his costume for that time, as he prefers to be wearing only the bare necessities. As a result, Emmett ended up spending a long time in only his skivvies, his cowboy hat, and his belt and holster. It was quite a sight. All summer long, Emmett engaged in a power struggle with Mom and Dad over the need to wear so many confining clothes. He stripped down for naps. He refused to get dressed in the morning. Only so often will he even put on socks, regardless of the weather outside. Emmett just prefers to be nearer to the state in which he entered this world. Watching him, though, you can see the draw to this au natural lifestyle. He revels in the feel of soft blankets against his skin; he giggles when rolling in the grass, the cool touch of the blades eliciting a surprised intake of breath. Why put a barrier between experiencing everything that you come into contact with? Why ruin such fun?
Unlike Emmett, however, Riley and Tessa opted for their full costumes. Riley kept saying, “Tessa’s a pretty Rapunzel.” It was very cute.

We have all been working on our animals and animal sounds lately. Riley is a softie and loves to snuggle and play with almost any kind of animal. But, for some reason, right now he thinks that everything is mean. (“That’s a mean bird, Mommy.”) So, when we decided to get some fish for the pond, the first thing that Riley asked for was a mean fish. Mom and Dad tried to talk him out of it, but we think that the fish somehow heard him and when we got to the fish store, the fish knew about his request.

We all approached the above-ground ponds, filled with koi, with a bit of excitement. Emmett, of course, right away removed the lid and tried to reach in for a fish. But when the store employee came over with a skimmer to select a fish, one of the fish darted up and out of the water, smacking loudly against Riley’s face and then back into the pond. For a heartbeat, Riley just stood there, unsure. Then he looked to Mom and Dad for some explanation. Seeing that this episode could go one of two ways, they assured Riley that the fish was not mean and that it, instead, jumped out of the water to say “hello” to him.

Riley, at first, was not convinced. But after continued reassurances regarding the fish’s underlying motives, Riley started saying-kind of unconvinced at-“Yeah, the fishy jumped up to say hi to Riley.” But, by the end of the morning, he was repeating that refrain with belief and gusto. It really wasn’t a mean fish. The fish was so overcome with joy at seeing Riley that he jumped out of the water to say hello, conveyed by way of a resounding, watery slap across the face. Unfortunately, due to the weather, once the fish were deposited into the pond, they settled to the rocky bottom to hibernate for the winter. Only come spring, when the koi thaw and begin moving about their new home, will we all be able to tell the color of that fish’s heart.

With the memory of the tail slap slowly fading, Riley started seeing animals everywhere. There was an elephant and a giraffe in the trees in the neighborhood. A fish was visable in the waterfall of an area lake. But the 300-pound black bear in the backyard kind of came out of nowhere.

We were all playing outside, with Emmett and Daddy moving between the kitchen making dinner and the backyard where we were rolling in the grass and playing in the sand box. All of sudden, Dad came outside whispering fervently, “Bear! Bear!” Mom looked up, and sure enough there was a black bear just sitting there, watching us. It wasn’t all that close-maybe 50 yards away. And no one was quite sure what to do.

Dad had a camera and was running to the bear, but Mom seemed hesitant to hang out outside with such mouth-watering appetizers (us) on display for the bear. Mom’s better sense won out, and she picked us up (Emmett was inside, in the kitchen) and ran to the house. Riley was impressed. “Mommy’s running fast,” he said, as if hardly believing that Mom was capable of such speed. But from the safety of the deck, we all peered out into the evening light, trying to get a good look at this new neighbor.

“Mommy, where are the bear’s eyes?” Riley wondered.

“Bear,” Tessa repeated, trying to open the gate to convey our welcome.

Soon, however, the bear wandered back into the trees and disappeared. And now, Riley often sees the bear when driving to school, although we’ve never confirmed these sightings. Regardless, Riley assures us that the bear is, indeed, a mean bear. But that the bear does have eyes.

See you soon,
E, R and T

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Argh! Matey

Right now, we love all things Pirates, Peter Pan and Rapunzel! Emmett likes to wear his hat a bit higher on his head than usual, like the pirate tricorn; as he skips, he does little hops while extending his arms out, and he tries to fly; and he wears a sheet on his head to pretend that he has long hair like Rapunzel. When asked if he could fly, Riley said that he couldn’t because he doesn’t have strings on his back; but he stands at the bottom of a big tree out in the backyard yelling “Rapunzel, where are you? Let down your hair!” And Tessa loves to pick things up and waive them around and pretend that she is sword fighting.

Tessa also LOVES our new sandbox, which means that about a gallon of sand is brought inside every day. She likes to fill and empty the buckets, while flinging sand on any and all in the vicinity. It is not for the fainthearted. Or those that prefer to remain sand-free. In addition to sandbox play, Tessa is still working hard to keep up with the boys. Right now that means that she likes to wear their clothes and go where they go. The luster of preschool, however, has worn off and she doesn’t like to follow the boys into the building. After the first week, Tessa asked her teacher for her backpack so that she could leave.

Riley is big into bugs and squirmy things. He is a catch-and-release guy, though, which makes Mom happy. Often times Riley is unaware of his own strength relative to the little bugs and they end up squished. Rolly Pollys beware. Other times though, he steps on them on purpose and then says “Bug all done!” He is afraid of spiders and all manner of “sting-bugs,” as he should be. He loves to throw rocks, to Mom and Dad’s chagrin, and sometimes he throws rocks at the bugs he would rather not touch.

As always, Emmett is the leader of all pretend play. Whether he is dressing up like Woody from Toy Story, complete with hat and boots; or draping toilet paper around his head and trailing it around the house like Rapunzel from the movie Tangled, he loves to watch movies and the re-enact them. Good thing he loves being outside so much too, or he’d turn into a baby couch potato!

Birthday season is coming up next month, starting with Riley in October. Fast on the heels of that party is October, and we are still deciding what to dress up as. So stay tuned and see what we choose!

See ya,
Emmett, Riley, and Tessa

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Well Played, Sir

As some of you might know, we played musical rooms recently, with Tessa and Riley ending up in the same room, and Emmett-as the elder statesman by almost 11 months-getting to sleep solamente. For some reason, in this specific situation Riley took to heart the responsibility of being the older brother. Once Mom and Dad leave the room, Riley (who sleeps in a toddler-bed and thus has access to the entire room) loads Tessa’s crib up with books, stuffed animals, blocks and even booty cream. Because of this, their room had to be cleared of everything that isn’t ok to make its way into Tessa’s crib.

Emmett, similarly, had a room purging. But of a slightly different sort. Because Emmett is a, shall we say, spirited young man who needs little rest, he is often awake while the little ones are still snoozing away. What to do with this extra time? First, the plan was to dismantle all monitoring devices. Both kids’ rooms have a video monitor, and Emmett, for a few nights in a row, disrupted the angle. That, apparently, was unsatisfying because the next move was to pull the plug on it. A few nights of this and the camera was removed from the room entirely. Monitoring devices gone? Check.

Second was an escape attempt. We all know that Emmett believes that there is something fun going on somewhere close by, and that he is driven to find that good time. An escape would mean that his possibilities were almost limitless. Emmett unlocked the windows and used the crank to open them up. Thanks goodness those little fingers, while obviously idle, are not strong enough to pull the screen free. Nevertheless, as the windows opening in the middle of the night sets off the alarm, the cranks had to be removed from the room.

Hmmmm. Escape attempt foiled. What comes next? If Emmett can’t find the party nearby, he will throw his own party. To begin with, he figured that he’d put the lights on all night long. What better way to see all the toys and books in his room? Although reading books is, generally, not frowned upon, if the choice is an exhausted yet literate Emmett or a well-rested and compliant Emmett, any parent in their right mind with three kids under the age of 4 will always choose the latter. So, the light bulbs had to be unscrewed.

The response to this over the next few nights was an unpleasant one. Anything heavy became a projectile that unerringly made its way to the door. An ability to ignore loud crashes and wood threatening to split is not easy to cultivate. Yet, we are sure Mom and Dad have been actively developing this skill. When playing deaf did no good, everything not fixed down to the floor was removed from Emmett’s room. This move, understandably, elicited first fury and then repeated apologies.

After two nights of nothing but carpet to play with, a sort of detente was reached and the toys were restored. We are all hoping for the end of this cold war, but as the key to Emmett’s modus operandi is to be one step ahead of his opponent, we are-none of us-holding our breath. What comes next for Emmett? Only time will tell.

As for Riley and Tessa, the first few nights of only having stuffed animals and a few books were hard ones. Riley, in the middle of the night, reached under his bed to retrieve a pacifier that had rolled away (he opts to sleep on the floor) and got his ginormous dome stuck under the edge. Thanks goodness Tessa and Riley’s monitor is still intact because when Mom and Dad heard Riley saying, Riley needs help! Riley stuck!, they could tune in, see what the problem was, and take action. A few nights later, according to Riley, a large monkey came out of the closet and took his bunny. This would seem bad enough, but the monkey actually gave the bunny to Tessa-in her crib. Although Riley can stuff anything grab-able into her crib, pulling things out presents a bit of a challenge. Tessa, being a loving younger sister who feels indebted to Riley for the cornucopia of toys he provides nightly, gave the bunny back to Riley. But Riley didn’t forgive or forget that mean monkey. Rest assured, Riley always remembers to close the closet door before going to bed.

Emmett, Riley, and Tessa

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Summer Fun

Hi All!

We have been enjoying our hot, hot summer. We got a new pool for our backyard, and it has a shipwreck theme, so there are sharks, a sunken ship, and treasure on it. Riley loves splashing water on the sharks, and Tessa just like splashing. Emmett, in the beginning of the summer, got used to going outside into the pool and striping down (because who doesn’t love a good skinny-dip?). This turned out to be a bit of an issue when we were at the mall and Emmett attempted to take off his clothes to jump into the fountain. But we’ve nipped that in the bud, and now everyone has to keep at least their diaper on to play in the pool. Since it has been super hot here, we all use Tally’s doggie door to go outside to get to the pool. We prefer it to the big door; it is just our size!

Riley and Emmett have continued in school throughout the summer. Each two weeks there is a new theme and we’ve had Camping, Search and Rescue, Firetrucks, and Pirates already. Riley made an ocean-in-a-bottle for himself and brought it home where everyone could argue over who gets to play with it, which was nice. Emmett has been painting fish and octopi and sharks and such. And Tessa can’t wait until she starts school in August! All of the other kids in her class have birthdays around the same time as her, early winter, and she’s already met a bunch of them while dropping and picking up the boys from school. She’s very excited and has already picked out her backpack and lunch box!

We’ve become a bit like the three musketeers these days… Always doing everything together. We make messes together and we fight over our toys together and we go outside together. When it is time to come inside, we all run away from Mom and Dad together, laughing and thinking that we are playing a wonderful gam. But when it is time to go upstairs to get ready for bed, we usually all head upstairs together because we like to run in the hall and play games before we get tucked in.

We had a great switch up with rooms last month: Emmett now has his own bedroom, and Riley and Tessa share a room. This worked out well for everyone as Emmett needs less sleep then the two little ones. Since moving in together, Riley has refused to sleep in his bed, and he sleeps at the foot of Tessa’s crib every night. In the beginning, he would put toys and books into her crib, thinking that he was helping her. But after a long talk (and a few time-outs), Riley realized that putting things into Tessa’s crib is dangerous and that he needs to play with the toys by himself. As for Emmett, he enjoys having his own space and when everyone wakes up in the morning, sometimes he asks the others to leave him alone in his room for a bit so he can have some alone-time before coming out to play.

Our latest endeavor is that Riley is potty training! (And Emmett is half-heartedly following suit.) We all have high hopes that Riley will be potty trained before too long and that Emmett will want to do it too. Right now, both boys want stickers and stamps and are working hard to earn them by sitting on the potty. But Emmett is very determined to do things his own way, and he doesn’t like to stop what he’s doing to go into the bathroom when he can just keep wearing a diaper. So…. We’ll keep you informed as to how that all plays out.

We are going to the Zoo on Thursday to check out the new elephant area, so we’ll let you know how that goes when we blog next month!

See you soon…

With love,
Emmett, Riley, and Tessa

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Riley Do it Himself

In case there was any question out there, I am a determined, motivated, independent little man. From a very early age (Yes! Even earlier than 2-years-old.), I have wanted to do things all by myself. Sometimes this is messy, like when I wanted to feed myself oatmeal before I had really mastered getting the spoon from the bowl to my mouth. And sometimes this can be very helpful, like when I want to put on Tessa’s diaper or fold laundry with Mom and Dad. Anyway, I want to try almost everything and I want to do it without help.

When I decide to do this, I say, “Riley do it himself.” If it is something that I can’t really do all alone, and if Mom and Dad keep trying to help me, I will start to wail, jump up and down, and yell repeatedly, “Riley do it himself! Riley do it himself!” If it is something that I did all alone, kind of in secret, and then I show Mom and Dad, I will say proudly, while pointing to indicating what I did, “Riley did it himself.” There are many different ways that I can say it, and-of course-they all mean something just a little bit different.

Because I really enjoy recounting events (or telling on Emmett or Tessa) I often use this phrase to tell a story. For instance, I was telling Mom that I was outside playing with Dad and Tessa and Emmett and I fell down and hurt my leg. When Dad brought me inside to get a band-aid, I opened it up and put it on all by myself. But this is how it came out: “Riley outside. Fell. Owe-y leg. Owe-y leg. Inside. Inside come. Daddy band aid. And.. And… And… Riley did it himself. Trash, band aid. Riley did it himself. Leg. Band aid, leg. Owe-y all gone. Owe-y all gone. Riley did it himself.” Imagine all of that said, pacifier in mouth, while nodding earnestly.

I can dress myself now, shirt and pants-although sometimes I prefer to have help with the pants. In that case, I say, “Mommy do it herself.” I can put my shoes on myself, too. I can clean up my own messes and I can go upstairs to get my bunny when I’ve left her behind. But in both of those cases, I often ask, “Mommy clean up herself?” or “Daddy get bunny himself?”

I like to ask Emmett stuff. Like when we are driving, when we hit this one point in the neighborhood, I always say, “Emmett, you see the big truck?” But sometimes I ask, “Emmett, shirt himself?” or “Emmett, binket himself?” (That last one would be that Emmett got his blanket all by himself.) Suffice it to say, we are all doing things all by ourselves now.

Later,
R

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I am a Graduate… Sort of.

I have officially made it through my first year of pre-school. Except that I started a few months into the school year. And there were a number of breaks for the winter holidays, Passover break, and other minor holidays. And, for a while there, I only went two days a week or only for a few hours each day. Regardless! I made it through my first academic year at school. And (after I switched to my current school), I LOVE it! When we have vacations, I ask to go to school. Sometimes I am still upset when I get dropped off at school. But then when I see my teacher Ms. Adina, she picks me up and gives me a huge hug and I am all better. In fact, once I get that first hug from my teacher, it carries me through and I don’t even want to come home when Mom or Dad come to pick me up at the end of the day.

Anyway, back to my Graduation. We had a ceremony at school yesterday, and-along with my friends from the 3- and 4-year-old room, we sang and then accepted our diploma. When my teacher asked me what I wanted to me when I grow up, I said “Emmett.” Mom loved this. She prefers that we live our life defined by who we are and not by what we do. So I am, officially, going to be me.

After the ceremony, there was brunch and a petting zoo. And guess which I picked to go to first? That’s right. The food table. I ate a bunch of fruit and yogurt and cookies and eggs and bagel and then I hit up the animals. There was a donkey, a miniature horse, chickens, ducks, a lama, an alpaca, and lot of goats. I thought that the goats horns felt funny and I liked to try to pet the ducks. But, after that, I was good. I went and played on the playground with my friends for the rest of the morning.

Even though I finished the academic year, I am looking forward to continuing school through the summer. My school has lots of great things planned. We are going to swim, of course. But also, the Zoo, the Museum of Nature and Science, and other great local institutions are going to be bringing their great stuff to us! (Riley is going to LOVE shark week!) And I will get to keep chasing the girls around outside, dancing for my classmates, and painting with bright, cheery colors. It is going to be great.

Emmett out.

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Pretty (Dirty) in Pink

Hi All!

Guess what? It turns out that Emmett is not the only lover of the color pink in this house! I LOVE pink, too. I prefer to wear pink, and, especially when I sleep, I prefer my jammies to be pink. If given the choice, I will always choose pink. This is very cute, specifically when paired with a little purple barrette. (See new uploaded pictures.) But, unlike Emmett, I like to match my pretty pink colors with… Wait for it… Dirt. I like dirt as much as I like the color pink.

When we are outside playing, I have been known to take an entire fistful of dirt and pop it into my mouth. Now, it’s not what you think. Judging by the faces that I make, I don’t actually enjoy the taste or the texture of the dirt. That does not, however, stop me from doing it again, and again, and again. My nails are the dirtiest nails in the house. And that’s saying something given the fact that Riley loves digging in the dirt and throwing rocks into the pond.

But it isn’t just my nails that are dirty. When I venture into Pica-mode, my face is covered in dirt and pebbles and leaves and even trash. In addition to dirt, I also enjoy tasting rocks, twigs, (clean) baby wipes, sidewalk chalk, paint, crayons… You name it, I put it in my mouth. This may remind you of Emmett, who Mom and Dad say that I resemble the most. But, again unlike Emmett, I wear everything on my tasting menu. It is not uncommon for me to have oatmeal in my hair, crayon in my mouth, and dirt under my fingernails.

But, I pull the look off, believe me. I top off all of that messiness with a pretty pink t-shirt or a cute jumpsuit and people look right past the ick. They see a fantastically cute little girl, with huge blue eyes, chubby cheeks and legs, and an amazing amount of sass. You bet I reel them in.

Later,
T

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Talking

Some of you know that I have been a little slow to employ my verbal skills. At first, I wondered why people couldn’t read my mind and figure out what I wanted, like Mom and Dad do. But now that I am in school, I see the value of actually verbally communicating with other people. Mom and Dad love the things that I come up with and how I pronounce them. Here are some examples:

I named my bunny Unny.
I ask for a tiss goodnight.
I copy my Buzz Lightyear figure and say, I come in peas.
Instead of at the table, I prefer eating my meals on the chouch.
When I get ready for school, I put on my pack-pack.
Before we go to bed, Mom, Dad, Riley and I play a game of hide-and-seek meets peek-a-boo, and I call it wheat-a-boos.

Some of these things I am already correcting, but Mom and Dad think that these idiosyncrasies are so cute that they sometimes wish that I didn’t fix them. Like how Riley refers to himself in the third person, “Riley sees big trucks!” They sometimes wish that that would never end.

Check out the new pictures that Mom posted of us playing in the pillow fort. I am getting so big! I have lost most of my baby fat, and I am leaning out into a super, fantastic Pig! Riley too. But, to be honest, Tessa has enough baby fat for all of us right now. (I’m sure she’ll lean out soon, as she’s just started walking, but I’m just saying is all…)

Talk to you all soon,
E

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Beawies, Please

I love to talk. And it’s not just to hear myself speak. I need validation, so if you don’t repeat what I say, I will keep saying it over, and over, and over, and over until you do repeat me. I will tell you all about the big trucks coming up (big cucks), or the bugs that I find outside (put bugs in bug home?), or how I enjoy picking the berries on the bushes (Riley pick beawies).

I have recently also developed a slightly uncontrollable volume level issue. When we get dressed in the morning, I like to put my own shirt on. Instead of saying, Can I put that shirt on by myself Mom? It usually comes out as “Riley do it himself! Riley do it himself!” Very loud. But when it comes to putting on pants, I usually say “Mama do it herself,” which means I only want Mom to put my pants on. I’m still partial to Mom helping me. Whether it is a diaper change or getting dressed, I will say “No Dada. Mama! Mama!”

I still ask for Cooper. This is more of a declaration, “Coco gone,” than wondering where he is. I will tell strangers that Coco is gone, too. But I am warming up to Tally. I hug her, and I give her kisses. And I say that she had soft fur. She won’t eat food out of my hand the way that Cooper did, and sometimes when she won’t take some food from me, I will throw it at her. But, in general, Tally and I are becoming fast friends.

My favorite thing this week is bugs. I caught some moths and put them into my bug house. I watched them fly (bugs fly!) and when they stopped moving, even just for a second, I will say “Bugs fall down.” We are studying bugs at school, so it is great that I just got a butterfly net and a bug house. When I took my months into school the other day, all the other kids loved to look at them. I think that they are much better than the class hamster. But that’s mostly because I think the hamster is out to get me. I tell Mom about the scary and mean hamster often. She assures me that it is a nice hamster, but I’m not buying it.

Chat soon,
Riley

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