Pleasing Person(ality)


Monday, December 10, 2012

Here is an article I received in my email inbox and had to share it. Please read and then see my comment afterward:

"Do You Have a Pleasing Personality?"  

by Peter Ragnar

In early 
Greek and Roman theater, actors were often called upon to play several parts in a single performance.  In order to accomplish this, they would wear a different mask to portray each character.  The mask, in Latin, was called a persona.  Today, many of us, while we wear no masks of theater, still play roles and recite scripts written by others.

"As we seek recognition, often the words of parents and peers echo in our ears: 'Be somebody!'"

Does that mean we should just pick a persona and play the prescribed role - or should we learn to be ourselves?  Ah!  Herein lies the problem.  There are just so many layers of learned falsity to strip away, and each one has become as dear to us as our own skin.  Hence, a great fear arises - who will I find behind the final mask?

Those invisible masks are constructed by a collection of emotional and behavioral traits that are considered to characterize the person.  That's generally how we define the term personality.

It's said we have a different face for everyone; while this may be true in some examples, who of us likes to be called "two-faced?"  No one that I know likes to be thought of as duplicitous.  Duplicity is the disguising of true intentions by deceptive words or actions.

"Politicians and religious leaders stand most accused by public polls of being 'two-faced.'" 

Oh, and let's not leave out sports heroes and celebrities.  Why do we seem to get so upset concerning double standards?  Is it possibly a reaction to our own duplicity that we try hard to bury beneath our masks?  Why is it so difficult to be ourselves?  Arguably, because we're so used to taking our cues from others.  We sit on command, wag our tails, and beg for approval instead of discovering we're most loved for being genuine. 

"To be authentic means one is free from hypocrisy or pretense." 

It means actually possessing the reputed or apparent qualities of character.  It means your persona is completely transparent or non-existent.  If you find something funny, you laugh.  If you find something sad, you cry.  If you feel love swelling your heart, you express it.  You're never embarrassed by being yourself authentically.

Since the authentic person wears no masks, there is no fear of exposure, nothing to defend; when one does not feel threatened, one feels no anger.  The authentic person needs no approval or endorsement; they have become more than enough to themselves.  They're autonomous, free, and independent.  They have no grievances, thus they're pleasant to be around. 

An attractive personality is a genuinely agreeable personality.  They attract other people to them by being attracted to others.  And please remember, we only attract people and conditions to us that, by the 
law of attraction, are magnetized by what we are.

"If you feel no need to impress others, you've created the space to be impressed by them." 

There is no more pleasing personality than one who is genuinely interested in another.  It becomes obvious by the look in your eye, the smile on your face, and the warmth of your hand.  The pleasing personality has a palpable electromagnetic vibration that can't be faked. Charm, allure, enchantment, or charisma can't be faked.  You can smile broadly, pump someone's hand enthusiastically, and turn the recipient cold because the falsity of the mask is obvious and the magnetism is missing. 

"A pleasing personality is made of soft words and warm hearts."

Two stoves may be identical, but it's only the stove with a fire stoked that radiates warmth, that person whose heart is aflame with a passion and love of life. The one with a sincere interest in others, free of flattery and falsity, is the one with a pleasing personality.

To you I extend warm hands and an open heart,


How many faces do you show to the world? What personality is the one that you show? It is interesting to me that the world we live in has become geared to showing many different "faces" at different times and to different people. When you choose to show just one face at all times to all things and to all people, it becomes more clear of the difference. I chose a very long time ago to live my life authentically. I chose to just show one face and my true personality. This choice has afforded me the ability to see the world more clearly and to share this insight and outlook with many people. I have always felt that by being authentic and being a pleasing person(ality), Life will be more rewarding and fulfilling. I have always subscribed to the "good" of this world, of the true optimism that exists. Do you feel the same way? Do you do the same thing? I hope after reading this, you will consider (or strengthen) your approach and do the "pleasing" thing. 
It's good, real good.

Evolutionary Change


Thursday, December 6, 2012

I am on the path of evolutionary change.

I acknowledge this and am no longer resistant to change.
I see this change taking many shapes and many forms; I see a new path being cleared for me and it is this road I am choosing to journey upon.
It will take me far and near and at the end of it, I will change.

I will metamorphoses, again.

To me.

Love Below


Monday, December 3, 2012

Venture below
that's where you'll find
a love that flows like a river through time
and feels with a heart aching with truth
Seek my love below and allow it
to comfort and soothe
a solace only known when embraced and intertwined
fixed together as one
bound in unity of bodies and of minds 

Be Thankful For what You've Got


Thursday, November 22, 2012

Be Thankful for what you've got--
Infinite creativity, an unconditional and giving heart, vibrant sensuality, youthful optimism, unbounded imagination, an inquisitive nature, a learned mind, healthy vitality, kinetic energy, universal peace, global outreach, eternal gratitude, social cause, inspiring peers, a positive attitude, boundless love, natural intuition, good intentions, divine wisdom, innate style, true faith, shining light, and, most of all, Love.

Happy Thanksgiving and Thank You!!

Sunny Afternoon


Saturday, November 17, 2012

Try as I might and as fleeting as it is, I draw the curtains to try and drown out the bright light streaming in from the gorgeous, sunny afternoon through the windows in my bedroom. So as it is not entirely dark, I leave the curtains lazily open, so that just the right amount of warmth shimmers in. 

I lay on the bed on my stomach. It is his favorite position to find me. My firm and round cappuccino colored bottom is on display for him this way. It is my way of pointing the target for his aim. It is there I want his attention, and that is where he is going to give it to me. The tanline from my bikini bottom gives him further directions, and the contrast of the slightly lighter hue of warm brown playing against the golden sweetness of the rest of me is irresistible to him. I know this and use it to just push the lustful goad further. 

The small of my back, slim and tight, gives way to small and perfectly proportioned hips, giving a rounded outer edge to my bubble bottom laying here in wait for him. I part my legs just a little and ever so, so that when he walks in he will see teasingly where my warmth is, waiting for him to dive deep into. I feel the heat of the swath of light that is splayed across my buttocks, a spotlight on the stage of waiting delights tickle my skin and send me to momentary joy.

The front door sounds open. I hear his footsteps walk in to my apartment. I listen to him slowly undress, the click of his belt buckle and the slow rip of his zipper. I envision his manliness growing thick with hot blood and building lust. I follow the sound of his shirt buttons ticking open and watch with my ears as his shirt falls hurriedly to the floor. 

I lay my head down into my arms stretched and turn my head to the right, looking into the mirror next to the bed. It is my view screen of the scene approaching, the only way I will look directly at him this afternoon. I close my eyes swiftly upon spying the pleasure in his eyes as he takes the sight of my body displayed willingly in. I quickly devour the sight of his powerful masculinity, his golden sun-kissed skin, and his virility raised in full attention. 

His hands begin to softly caress my calves, moving up the leg to my thighs. He massages them for a second but moves with an intense pace to his target, pawing my buttocks and gripping them with his eager hands, squeezing deeply as much as his hands can cup. He urges me to lift my hips slightly. He sees my wetness, and guided by it, placing first one then two fingers there. He flicks and teases the wetness and tests the growing heat that is beginning to kindle and stir inside. 

He next places a kiss there. His kisses endure and increase, and I sway to the movements of his lips and tongue dancing in my slit. His grip tightens and loosens as he moves in and out of me with his mouth. I feel him tasting all of me, taking me all in. I revel in his devouring of me, made ever so delicious because he is dining on me from behind. I lift my hips to move him deeper, and spread my legs so he can relish more of my sensual consomm√©. I delight in the tickling nibbles he gives me on my inner thighs and at the nape of my buttocks. These urge me to open my garden to him further. I close my eyes and take in the happiness he is giving me with his mouth yet I’m longing for him to explore my darling place further, anticipating the moments of our growing-closer. 

He moves up with kisses and bites up the small of my back, moving with his mouth at what seems like a snail’s pace to my neck. He finds my devilish spot on the right side of my neck and dives in with deep kisses and loving bites. He suckles me there and I am driven to fervor. I sigh and moan with excitement. He runs his hands into my hair, gripping the mane at the nape of my neck, just pulling in that commanding way that he knows I like. He kisses the back of my neck, placing a lingered kiss there. 

He lays his body on mine. I feel his massive heat enter my valley of dripping ecstasy. He sighs that sigh of ultimate joy I so love to hear him make, heavily with a spirited rapture that only the two of us create together. He dives into me with an ardent plummet, reaching deep into the center of my bliss. My ocean ebbs and flows with a nectar sweet, as he churns my inner seas into a souse of delectation. Our thrusting moves in tandem and in concert as we ride the waves of lust. He is relentless in his pursuit of me, and yet I am here, his willing vessel. We undulate and sway to a rhythm of our own design. 

I turn my head to the right and look at him in the mirror, his face full of enjoyment, his body full of masculine strength. I watch the dance of his hips as they direct his penetration deeper and deeper still into me. I smile pleasingly at his buttocks as they pump and squeeze with each stab into my frothing hollow, closing my eyes at the sight and sensation. Our dance moves to a rhythm beyond measure, undulating and swerving to the symphony of our bodies. 

I feel him grow stronger still and I feel myself opening to a rising chorus of encouragement. I reel in the feel of his hands reaching down to open my valley wider so he can sink into it deeper and wider until I am consumed with his entirety. He keeps me open and brings me to the convex of pure bliss of which I am sure to burst from. He submerges even further still and departs to the edge of escape, only to return to my inner world in unmeasured increments. In this way he consumes all of me and I willingly give in. 

I moan and speak in the tongues of sensation to coax him to meet me at the place he has delivered me. He replies with the movements of his hips and the driving of his vessel, conversing back to me in grunts and groans of deep pleasure. He holds me open and turns my hips up slightly so I can I feel him deep within grow solid, and with a quickening and thoughtful speed, he pushes into me until there is no turning back. At the cusp of glory, he speaks my name into my ear as I feel him throb and release his fire within my molten core. I turn my face to look at him in the mirror in that instant, our eyes meeting, ablaze with a lover’s passion for each other. 

We drink in the heat of our lovemaking and allow ourselves to feel the sun’s tickling rays on our conjoined bodies as we savor the delights of our sunny afternoon. 

U Come 2 Me


Friday, November 16, 2012

U come 2 me in the dark of night and take me over like a mysterious entity,
winged and ready 2 take flight
u wrap your joy around me and
I feel safe from
the unknown

U come 2 me in the thrill of the chase and
find me ready 2 give in 2 the game,
legs aching and short of breath
ready 2 lay claim
U lay your body on top of mine and
place your mass inside of my
empty hollow
and fill me up with your radiant

U come 2 me as a song comes 2 my voice and
fills my throat with the melody of my Soul,
vibrations of Love quiver through me
and spill out in2 your arms,
the likes of which I never want 2 leave
u stand beside me and
2gether we journey through this existence 2wards

2gether we can no longer hide,
we can no longer run
4 the strength of Love's will
makes the 2
of us
become 1

we swim deep in the Sea of Bliss
and underneath the wetness
again u come 2 me and
I am

Picking Up a Lost Habit


Thursday, November 15, 2012

Picking Up A Lost Habit

Miranda understood why, after years of dropping the habit, she started smoking again. It was because of Ben, the gorgeous boy with sin in his smile. Ben had taunted her with a single cigarette after an intense and rather brash zipless fuck on Friday night. He laid into her like he was filling a peace pipe with ancient peyote, pummeling the earthen tobacco and magical herbs, weaving his spell of seduction and empty promises of commiseration and friendship beyond their initial encounter at the bar. Miranda gave in willingly to his winsome charm and his silly sense of humor, eventually inviting him over to her Westside pied-a-terre for a nightcap after enjoying his antics, wit, and company at the posh bar. It was there that she drank in the concoction of him, laced with flirtatious stolen kisses from his sweet lips and later, at her place and in her bed, salty, sex induced tears of passion and joy. He filled her up and smoked her and left her wanting more. 

The next morning Ben left a note in an almost incomprehensible script on the pillow next to her saying, "See ya again, beautiful" and a telephone number with a strange and distant area code attached. He also left, tauntingly, his pack of smokes on the bedside table. 
Miranda picked up the white and gold box, opened the flap and pulled one of the seven cigarettes inside out. It was long and stiff like Ben's hot prick. She put it gently between her lips, savoring the taste of the papered filter. She let it linger for a few moments, ready to indulge in the pending ecstasy of this pretty white thing. 
Miranda thought of last night's bittersweet events and of the game adults play with each other in the name of conquest. She felt like a fallen child, slightly wounded and left to sort out the pain after their fervent play. "Why does it always have to end up like this?" she thought. The warmth of another body in her bed for more than just one night was something Miranda ached for more than anything. And last night she thought she had possibly broken this supposed big city curse but again, without fail, she was wrong. Many thoughts swirled in her mind and the urge to break free from the seemingly endless cycle of loveless one-night stands took hold and grabbed her. In retaliation of these thoughts and with a devil-may-care flash of courage and attitude, she picked up the lighter and lit it. 

Inhale. In she took it, the bitter smoke traveled into her depths, filling her lungs as the blood rushed through her. The pleasure of the taste and the feel of it all carried her away to another place but only for a tender moment. 
Exhale. With ease she blew the smoke out, letting go of the heavy tension she held onto, letting go of the sweet memory of the fleeting Ben and of the lustful experience of last night.
Inhale. Miranda took in the smoke of the second puff and recounted last night's intense animal passion. Ben's touch, his lips, the weight of his body, the mass of his wholeness dancing inside of her emptiness, all of this swirled in her mind and tickled her lady day, making it twitch with remembrance and slick with moist memories. 
Exhale. With another gentle breath, she let the experience of Ben leave her, still secretly longing for  another roll around in 350-count sateen sheets and one last impossible taste of his morning glory. Miranda stamped out the cigarette on the bedside table. It left a mark on it but she didn't care. It was a reminder of what had and could never be. Like that mark, the cigarette left a taste in her mouth, bitter and harsh which she secretly savored. 

She got up out of the bed, the scene of the crime as it were, and went to shower to begin another day in the big city. On the way to the bathroom, Miranda tossed the pack of smokes into her purse along with the lighter. 
"It's funny how I gave these up a long time ago, cigarettes. Funny how I did it was because of Dan; he never liked them, " she thought to herself, thinking back to her last real relationship those few short years ago. Even then, with Dan, the day that she quit smoking at his urging she knew the desire to smoke would come back. Miranda never imagined it would be because of a boy of a man with a tantalizing aroma of sex, candy, and tobacco about him. She may have picked up her old habit right where she lost it but today she gathered that this was the start of a different kind of day, full of new-found possibility, a pack of smokes and a new attitude, the start of a different kind of her.

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Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Indiscretions surface when uncertainty is riding on your back; it is hard to shake them until you lose your judgement and discretion and give in. I am not a slave nor a willing vessel for any indiscretions. I refute them and am not guilted by them.

My past indiscretions live in the distant past, whether they are old or new-old or imagined, they go back to the distant far reaches of time, back to non-reality. They cannot play tricks on my mind nor will they drain my energy. I will not allow it.

There is no harm to look or fantasize but to act blindly or impermissible, there is harm and wrong-doing laying in wait to trap the willing in its wretchedness. I forgive myself for being meek and giving in-in that moment, I am an unwilling vessel for any indiscretions. That energy is chased away now, and gone forever, for I am able to rise above into my own liberty.

In the Realm of Love


Sunday, November 11, 2012

The energy of just living 
in the realm of love
will not elude me

It is breathing essence into being

It is the innate understanding of
who I am and
who I am to be

Kiss Before Daybreak


Friday, November 9, 2012

Before my eyes fail me
and my body beckons me
to bed
I must say, with the utmost
respect and sincerity,
that this journey
of love
is not in the least,
most dull or boring.
Before my eyes close to sleep
to dream of another
I must say that
I love you.

Call Girl


Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Call Girl

He told me to tell him that I loved him right before he came.
I thought it an unusual request, but, in my line of work I’ve heard far more bizarre and stranger things. I indulged him hesitantly, whispering it at first.
“Tell me! Tell me you love me! Say it please!” he urged me.
"Oh, I love you. Yes! I love you!", I replied.
His hips started pushing into me at a more rapid pace, until he was relentlessly pumping his big cock inside of me.
"Do you love me?" he asked again, one final time.
"Yes, I love you Joe. I love you, Joe!"
Just then, I felt his manhood engorge and expand, then it began to pulse. I felt his seed spill and fill my pussy up.

We lay there for a few seconds, then he got up off me, walked to the bathroom and asked for a towel. I stood up, his weight leaving a ghostly impression on my body, his seed still inside of me. My breasts danced as I walked to the linen closet to get him a towel. He was already in the shower. His tall, manly body silhouetted against the shower door. I stood there for a couple of minutes and watched him lather up, cleaning my essence off of his body, his cock.
“Why did he want me to say I loved him?” I thought. “Would he be saying the same thing if I got pregnant, if I were carrying his child?” I seriously doubted that. No trick could love me. I am the provider of fantasy for them. An escape from their harsh reality. A breathe of fresh air.
Joe stepped out of the shower, toweled himself dry and began to get dressed. Afterward, he went into the kitchen and helped himself to a drink. Then he sat down on the couch next to me.
“I love the time we spend together, baby. You make me feel happy. That’s good right?” Joe said, half asking, half stating.
“Yes. We have our fun.” I replied, matter-of-fact.
“Do you think of me?” Joe inquired.
Not to step on his toes, I answered, “Yeah.  Sometimes. I like you. You’re one of my most loyal customers. And, if you weren’t taken already, I’d like to think that you could take me away from all this and you and I could be together. Maybe.”
Who was I kidding?! Did I really think I could be with this man? This man who openly cheats on his wife, not to mention his family, with a call girl? I mean, yeah, I charge him less now than what I did when we started out but he’s a regular. And, I don’t think we have much in common outside of fucking. The fantasy of him is nice, we get along, we have great sex, but the reality of it is, I’m not the kind of girl who settles.
“Well, I think about you all the time. I think I may be falling..,” Joe told me. I was absolutely shocked. “Yeah, I think you put some damned spell on me, Jeanette. I don’t know. Hey listen, I have some business to take care of, so I gotta go. Do you think we could meet up later and go out for a drink?” Joe sure was a charmer.
“Perhaps. I have another client coming in an hour, and I have to get ready for him. Call me, Joe.” I answered back cool, calm, aloof.
“Okay, I’ll do that baby,” Joe said, as he kissed me full on the mouth and pinched my cheek.
I opened the front door and he turned and said, “Bye, baby”.
“Bye Joe,” I said as I peeked out the door, “Call me!”

He did not call me later on that evening to set up our date. I was disappointed in him a bit but more disappointed in the fact that I nearly fell over for him.

A few days went by. Joe called me at 12:30 in the morning asking if he could come over. My work day had been over hours ago, and I was relaxing on the couch, drinking a glass of wine.
“I have to see you. Can I come over? I want to be inside of you!” Joe pleaded.
“I’m closed for business tonight, baby” I answered. “But I need to see you! I can’t get enough of you!” he pleaded again. I could hear a tinge of alcohol induced truth in his desperate voice. “Not tonight. Will you call me tomorrow and we can see each other perhaps on Friday? What time do you want to come by? Your usual time?” I asked, trying not to arouse him in anyway.
“I’m sorry, baby. It’s just..,” I stopped him short. “It’s alright. Call me tomorrow. I want to see you, too. Call me alright?”
“Yeah, okay. I will. Can I ask you something?” Joe asked.
“Yes. What is it?” I replied.
“Do you love me? I mean, do you think you could love me?” I could hear in his voice a sincerity that only comes with truth. “Because, I know I love you. All of you, Jeanette. Your heart, your mind, of course your pussy, but most of all, how you make me feel. You make me feel real. You make feel…like a man.”
I was choking up. I didn't know exactly what to say. And, at the same time, I couldn't stop controlling the random thoughts in my head. This man drove me crazy. Yes he did!
The way he kisses, the way he holds me, the silly after sex conversations we have. All of it.
Who gives a damned if he is married, if he has a family. This man is willing to give all of that up for me. For me. And all he wants in return is for me to love him.
“You know Joe, I have to say, with all honesty,” I began.
“Yes, baby...” he interjected. “What?”
“I love you. I really do.” I finished.
“Come on over, Joe. Come over here and make love to me...”

- written 19 Oct 2001

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Sexually Mature


Monday, November 5, 2012

Is sex something nature has reserved for the young? All the signs point toward it yet I find myself thinking that there can’t be an “endgame” moment when it comes to sex. It is our natural ability to move energy through the vessel of our bodies when in union with another. Why would this ability diminish when we get older? Well, it’s the brain that controls the body; it is only natural that the brain would want to focus on --I don’t know, continuing to live on maybe—and not have to fret about whether we are getting off when we’re octogenarians. And our body itself ages and doesn't have that youthful elasticity that is so necessary when you are reaching for that deep coital plunge into the sweet spot that is elusive enough to move around and make a “roll in the hay” that much more roll-full.  Okay, so I guess you really can’t get down like you used to when you finally reach senior age but the fact of the matter is you can still get down. And get down I shall, until the life light goes down…



Saturday, November 3, 2012

I am waiting with the patience
of centuries
to bloom

I am waiting with the humility
of humilities
to come out of my cocoon

And like a
I will be
something new

(January 13, 1998)

{XRDS} The Companion Site


Friday, November 2, 2012

The companion site {XRDS}  to Intersexion can be found at the top link bar where you will find still and moving images that titillate and excite one or more of my senses, either for their inherent or hidden reason(s). The site is our fun little bedfellow who's main goal is to compliment and escalate the content enjoyed here and to serve as a visual diary of the naughty, haughty, and delicious fun of many bodies and many minds.

I hope you enjoy.

Tale of the Body Thief


Thursday, November 1, 2012

I cannot even begin to tell you how many years I have lived with the thoughts that live in my "sex mind". All I know that it has been far too many years and it has been far too long since I have actually allowed myself to free these thoughts (and feelings) from their self-imposed prison and set them about out into the world. Oh, how I have often wondered what would happen if I had set them free: 
What would become of me? What would these thoughts and feelings portray me as to the world? What would become of these thoughts once set free and given the freedom to actually be? What would happen if I gave this mind its own space, its own "body", would it this mind conduct itself in a manner most becoming? Who in their right mind would even do this?

It is these, along with many more questions that rage in my "rational mind" all of the time when I pontificate about its "other self", my "sex mind". And, like my "rational mind", I have actually given my "sex mind" its space to grow, albeit under the guise of intellectualism, going so far as studying it in college at the Masters level in Human Sexuality from a Cultural Anthropology point of view. What I studied I found extremely fascinating and quite fulfilling in its way. At times though, as study and science go, it was done with a sense of detachment which I think is par for the course in order to reasonable deduce whatever theory or observation that was going on at the time. At the same time, I was in fact exploring my own inner self through this disguise, and nothing in all of my studies could outweigh the actual fact that I was the ultimate case study; I was doing all of this intellectual searching of my own "sex mind" and trying to come to a place of understanding of how it works inside and outside of me.

I have had a lot of sexual experience, which is not surprising nor uncommon when you live in a modern world and in a modern way. I also have had these experiences in various states of insight and outsight and no sight at all. Most of the time I have spent (and continue to spend) having sex has always been about finding out about myself. Not any self that is on the surface, or any self that is a few layers deeper, but the self that exists down deep in the chasms and in the abyss, the very core. All of these sexual (and life) experiences I have had (and continue to have) all come from that part of me--the Real Self.
Of course, I have felt these experiences through my body and through my mind, simultaneously and pleasurably. But I have come to realize that the mind at that very moment wasn't my everyday-rational-intellectual-socialized mind but its own separate entity, my passionate-libertine-emotional-sensational-boundless sex mind. In this realization, I feel like my body has been thieved upon countless, endless times, taken over and subjected to moments of utter greatness and to moments of utter dullness so blinding and complexly simple that I'm left to wonder, how did I come so far to this point for so long to only see it now...and what else have I failed to see along the way? 

In truth, I have shed no tears about this outwardly but have come to see that I have shed many layers of an outer self along the way to come further into being the self I am today. And this self is ever evolving, which I am thankful for. Now, I have come to know that my "sex mind" is not another entity separate but is at the root of my Real Self. I have come to integrate my "sex mind" and my "rational mind". These two work wonders together, conjoined in soulful bliss and on a mission to evolve me to higher highs (and heights). For so long I have never really given my "sex mind" its rightful conscious space but I am giving it due space now, to allow it to have its voice heard and to it a living body of which it can be vital and move about in. And since I know my "sex mind" has moved me along as steadfastly as my "rational mind" has for all this time, I know that integrated together, these two minds of mine work as one to Live passionately and Love unconditioned, eternally.

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