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| Pain in the... |
| 06.30.07 (10:21 pm) [edit] |
| Back getting a lot worse pain-wise. Instructions I was given say to call my doctor - who is in Alaska on vacation - or go to the ER. I hate ERs. I'm not dying. Not running a fever. Just getting increasingly uncomfortable. I can't stand to sit upright for any period of time and I doubt they can do squat for me. This is not fun. This was supposed to help with pain - not quadruple the pain. (Did he get the instructions mixed up?) And I find having another one next Friday highly unlikely... |
| 13 Comments |
| My Ad on a Sex Site???? |
| 06.30.07 (3:31 pm) [edit] |
| I was talking to a guy friend earlier today and he made a comment about me being out looking for dates on a sex site. I said huh? He said you're not on xxxx site? I said nope. He said "well, someone has hijacked the 'scuba diva' name and she's from Georgia" Hmmmmmmmm. I'm sort of amused by this. (I'm also intrigued at what he was doing on the site! LMAO!!!!) |
| 2 Comments |
| Still burning |
| 06.29.07 (8:44 pm) [edit] |
| I'm bored. I've watched two movies, painted my nails, and I've eaten my strawberries. I'm not hungry - but I'm bored out of my mind. And my back still burns. Wah wah wah. |
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| It burns like a motha... |
| 06.29.07 (5:31 pm) [edit] |
| Epidural done. Needles don't bother me but I'm super ticklish on my lower back. Had some issues with me twitching while he was making me into a human pincushion. Now, I'm home and it burns like a beast. Supposed to be laying down flat on my back for the next 72 hours. (They said 48 over the phone when I made the appt) I have some strawberries and turkey hot dogs that can last me a day or so. Otherwise, I'm going to need a food airlift. And movies. And I'm not good and sitting still unless I'm drugged out of my gourd - which I don't like to do. Have a great weekend. |
| 9 Comments |
| Flat on my back |
| 06.29.07 (7:49 am) [edit] |
| Having my first epidural-thing this afternoon. Not sure what to expect. The doctor said it wasn't a big deal. However, other people, including the facility are making it sound more involved. I have to go home immediately and lay down and stay like that for 48 hours. Going to be very bored. |
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| Dilly Dally with me |
| 06.28.07 (4:24 pm) [edit] |
| Remember me writing a month ago about a great (4th) date I had with a guy? He wanted to get together the next day, but I declined because I wanted to take my time with him. Then he 'disappeared' after calling me to say he was really sick. I tried calling him - twice - to see if he was okay and if he needed anything. And I sent a follow-up email. Not a peep back from him. Three communication attempts is it for me. I don't chase guys. As hot and sweet and fun as he appeared to be, I assumed that perhaps he was pursuing other females. (I know, I know... you're thinking "why wasn't this guy just on your doorstep?") Out of the blue today, I get an email from him - saying he was really sick, in the hospital, and then he went to Turkey (where his family is). Diva doesn't buy it. Now, he may well have been sick. And might even been in the hospital. But if he was well enough to go traipsing across the world to Turkey, he couldn't call or send an email??? I think he has been dillying and dallying with other females and is making his rounds back to me with hopes of my eager response. I want a guy that can't go a month without thinking about me enough to let me know. Apparently I didn't dazzle him enough. (I know you'll say that apparently he was too dense to appreciate me...) My reply was simple - "I'm sorry you were so sick but I'm glad to hear you're feeling better. I hope your trip back home was nice. Take care" (Think that's enough of an indifferent message?) |
| 1 Comments |
| Boys with Bulges |
| 06.27.07 (7:48 pm) [edit] |
| What the hell were they thinking? (And even more amusing, what the hell did I write that led to the link???) Recent Google searches that brought people to my blog: sucided cleaner by man on one pair of pants; shaved pussy (that one I understand!), is a possum dangerous, strippers bipolar?; teen with dd+ boobs (sick!); impure thoughts (hell yes!); dollar tree hpt (that's home pregnancy test); glorious boobies (um, I love my 'boobies' but I'd never think of them as glorious); AND I LOVE THIS ONE!!!! SPORTS SPANDEX BOY BULGES PICS LMAO! |
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| Nibbling on me |
| 06.26.07 (10:14 pm) [edit] |
| Strange things happening lately. Met a guy a few weeks ago that I really clicked with. But he has a GF that lives in another city. He suggested we get together for drinks/dinner over the weekend. Not sure what's up with that. Then another guy I know professionally that has a girlfriend made a somewhat suggestive comment. I responded with "you have a gf". He said he was just flirting. I wonder... He's definitely cute and intrigues me but...I don't interfere with another woman's man. I met a possible prospect that also volunteers at the fish tank last week. Intelligent and funny - didn't blow my skirt up, but worth giving him a shot. He's got my email address...the ball is in his court. Tonight, an employee of the fish tank suggested we go get drinks and dinner next week. It caught me by surprise - he's a nice guy for sure - but I don't think it's a good idea to go out with someone so visible there. (The volunteer is only there 2x a month and rather invisible.) Lots of fish out there, just no one dangling anything that I really want a nibble of. |
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| Shaved Pussy |
| 06.22.07 (7:49 am) [edit] |
| You perve. That is NOT what this posting is about! The temperature is rising and my long-haired cat Sassy has been looking hot - so last night I decided to give her a trim. She just sat there and let me go to town for a good 10 minutes. I had a basketball-sized pile of fur when I was 'done'. Poor thing looks like she has mange now. I hope she doesn't have self-esteem issues if she looks in the mirror or Lulu makes fun of her. I need to get some clippers and give her a buzz cut. And, subsequently, shave my pussy (cat). Happy Friday you dirty-minded folks. |
| 4 Comments |
| Love in an Elevator |
| 06.20.07 (4:47 pm) [edit] |
| Well, it's a good title isn't it? Unfortunately, I got no love today. If it's less than 6 flights, I usually take the stairs unless I'm wearing heels and in a hurry. I was in a hurry today and I got in the elevator to down to a Starbucks from a meeting in the same building on the 5th floor. I sashay into the elevator. It's just me. Push button. Door closes. Elevator starts moving. Elevator stops. Power out. Fortunately, I'm not claustrophobic. Unfortunately, my cell phone reception was zilch in the elevator. And I didn't have my laptop with me. Unfortunately, I wasn't stranded with a single hetero appealing male under 45 and over 30 either. After 15 minutes, I got comfortable, sitting on the floor. I was playing sing-a-long with myself because I figured if anyone heard me singing, they'd get me out just to get me to shut up. There was no phone in the elevator either. I tried pulling the help button, but it didn't do anything. About 20 minutes of being suspended in mid-air, the power came back on. I was 10 minutes late for my appt in Starbucks, bur fortunately, the power was out there too so the person knew I wasn't bullshitting. I need a nap. |
| 7 Comments |
| Impure Thoughts |
| 06.19.07 (8:07 pm) [edit] |
| Tired. So tired. Sitting in my virtual office (aka Starbucks) killing some time between appts. It seems to be a place where I could probably get 2-3 dates per visit if that was my objective when working from there. Small world. Run into an old bf. Chatted for a while. Conversation was...odd. Felt like he was on one wavelength and I was on another. (ie I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes and thinking impure thoughts) He kissed my hand to say goodbye... (Rolling my eyes - I guess that's his signature move - been so long I've forgotten but it hasn't been long enough that I have any desire to revisit that...) |
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| Flopping Boobies |
| 06.18.07 (5:52 am) [edit] |
| Someone PLEASE enlighten me. Looking back over the past couple of days I've had numerous hits from people (assuming males) doing a search on Google for "Flopping Boobies". What is up with that? I mean, "Bouncing Boobies" is different. Gives an impression of perky boobs and a girl on a trampoline. Flopping Boobies does not. Icky icky icky! |
| 4 Comments |
| Pussy Problems |
| 06.17.07 (8:11 am) [edit] |
| If you are owned by a cat or two (or more), perhaps you can help me... My felines have recently become extremely... demanding. They've been talkative (or meow-a-tive) a lot in the past and the majority of the time, I understand what they want (food, going outside, being pet, food, being pet, food, brushing, catnip, food, and being pet). But lately, they are coming up with new "Meows" that I have never heard before. And the intonation is rather defiant. Right now, I'm sitting in my home office. I have two windows next to my desk. One of the windows is open and I have a chair scooted up to it so the felines can sit in it and look at the birds that land in the tree just outside the window. Sassy hopped up and started meowing incessantly to me. With complete intention. Cat with a mission. They had just been fed, so that wasn't it. There's catnip out for them. Litter boxes are clean. (Brushing and petting are evening activities for Sassy.) When I'm eating, they are becoming more insistent on investigating what I'm eating. (They get fed before I do.) Are they planning something? Someone (and it's not me) has been intermittently pooping on the bathroom rug instead of the upstairs litter box. (Haven't switched brands of kitty litter either.) I even got them new kitty treats yesterday and they chowed those down. Not good enough! Maybe I should give them both a bath to put them in their places? I know there's that guy, the dog whisperer - is there a cat whisperer? And shame on you folks that clicked on this thinking that it was about a naughty posting! Shame shame! |
| 1 Comments |
| Bunch of Perverts |
| 06.16.07 (9:12 pm) [edit] |
| Recent searches on Google that (oddly) brought people to my blog... Men in Straitjackets Um, generally I'm opposed to that because I really dig some things guys do with their hands. Although I have been on some dates where either psychologically or libido-ically speaking, they needed to be restrained. Nude Yoga In a word, ick. Visualizing being behind some of the extremely unattractive and even attractive people doing "downward dog". Going to have nightmares about that one! Secluded Pics Haven't posted for any intentionally. I'm all for seclusion rather that nude yoga. Topless Girls How incredibly unimaginative. Must find middle ground between this one and Nude Yoga. Naughty I want to do it again (Laughing.. When I'm naughty OF COURSE I want to do it again. And again. And again!) Hot Stud Phone Number I am NOT giving his phone number out. He's already too damn busy to find time for me. Dollar Tree HPT Not Getting Dark This one befuddled me. What the hell is HPT? (Turns out that is Home Pregnancy Test -never needed one of those but I had written why the hell someone would trust a home pregnancy test they bought at Dollar Tree? Probably the same people who buy their condoms there!) Saw my boobs Hmmm. This reeks of desperation to me, don't you think? Only to be followed by "Flopping Boobies" Some people must be really bored. Closet Nympho Hmmm. If you looked in my closet, you'd definitely think I'm a nympho when it comes to shoes and clothes. To be a nympho-nympho, I think you gotta have sex. Sum it up to say, I think there are A LOT of freaks out there. I'm sure their encounter with my blog probably wasn't exactly what they were looking for. And for whomever is shopping at Dollar Tree for the $1 HPT, PLEASE spend $5 and get an Eckerd brand at least!!! |
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| Thinking with his penis |
| 06.16.07 (4:54 pm) [edit] |
| Guy I dated TEN years ago has been sniffing around. Things didn't get off the ground because he got transferred across the country for work. We've spoken occasionally and seen each other infrequently. I've suggested we do lunch but he's been 'busy' and wanted to meet for drinks or dinner instead. I've declined because...I think he just wants to get laid. And it ain't gonna happen. The last time I saw him, I was recuperating from ankle surgery maybe 2-3 days previously. Leg up in the air, drugged, and he suggested me giving him a blow job. Yeah, right. (Now I know I apparently have some mesmerizing power over old boyfriends where they all seem to think with their penis...) He called a while ago and suggested we get together tonight "for a movie or something". Although I may be in a dating drought, I don't need a date THAT bad. I've already got plans tonight as far as he is concerned. Pfffffffffffffffffffffftt tttttttt! |
| 1 Comments |
| Cold-hearted bitch |
| 06.16.07 (4:40 pm) [edit] |
| I went to training for my new job in mid-April. One of my new Atlanta co-workers and I somewhat bonded. Nice girl, a bit on the ditzy /naive side, but I wasn't going to have her do brain surgery on me. We were going to get together the week after we returned from training to commiserate and strategize. She stood me up the first time. Canceled last minute the second time (ie I was already at the coffee shop). She ended up canceling THREE more times - I was pissed and voiced that. After the fifth time, I told her, point-blank that I was done with her. Told my boss that as well - he said he understood and wouldn't have put up with it either. It's been a month since I told her I was fed up but she keeps calling. (I have it on my phone that calls from her go directly into voice mail.) Three times last week - various excuses about needing to talk to me like wanting to know how they buy tickets for the aquarium. (Uh, 7 million people have visited and gotten tickets without my assistance!) It's courtesy. I scheduled other things around to accommodate time to meet with her because we had committed to meet. (Granted, after the 2nd time, I had back-up plans so that I wasn't left hanging...) Part of me is tempted to tell her to that I have no desire to interact with her at all and to quit calling. But I don't know if she'll go running to the boss with it. I don't want to inflame the situation, so I've just been hoping she'd get the clue. But I *hate hate hate* when people give me the silent treatment. Granted, I told her why I was over her - so there's no wondering. The calls are a minor annoyance. She didn't knwo me well enough to realize when you push me far enough to piss me off, there is little that can be done to redeem oneself. And quite frankly, I don't see her as someone significant to add to my life. Geesh, that sounds cold, doesn't it? |
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| Father Figure |
| 06.16.07 (9:57 am) [edit] |
| I haven't seen my father in nine years. He lives (I'm assuming) about 10 minutes away from me. My relationship (or lack thereof) with him caused me a lot of turmoil for many years. Family means A LOT to me and I blamed myself for much of the struggle. His love, support and money were always conditional. His way, or no way. Respect was not earned, he should get it simply because he is my father. I haven't felt respect for him for years because of his choices in life. I hadn't referred to him as "Dad" or "Father" or anything like that since I was in high school because he hadn't earned that title. I referred to him by his first name and that irritated him beyond belief. Then, I had an "aha" moment a few years ago. I hadn't spoken to him in years. He said to me "You've been an embarrassment to me and my family." "My family"??? The irony of that is that I am actually the only blood relative he has. He considers me an 'embarrassment' because I worked my way through school instead of going where he dictated/paid, because I didn't get married after college and shoot out a couple of kids, etc. It was at that point I realized that he's a hurtful person that I wouldn't have given the time of day if I wasn't related to him. And I don't need someone like that in my life. And a burden lifted off my shoulders at that point. I realized he'd never be the type of person I could lean on, respect, or have a relationship of any significance with. I'm super-fortunate to have a lot of men in my life who I do respect, who do offer unconditional support and love. (I imagine they'd open their wallets too if I asked LOL!) Some are father figures, some aren't. But they collectively fill that void, and then some. They demonstrate how men and fathers SHOULD be. And to them, thanks for filling that vacancy. |
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| Skid Marks |
| 06.14.07 (3:10 pm) [edit] |
| This morning I went to a business breakfast at a private club. About 12 people. I'm the only female. (Work it!) I knew 1/2 the people in the room already. Circulating... Did I mention how I 'know' one of the 12? Statistically, it was inevitable... I had a date with him about 3 years ago. Nice guy but it wasn't (obviously) a match. Our energy levels were like night and day. And he didn't have a sense of humor. Maybe he did, but it didn't show up when I was there. Email exchanged later - I said I didn't think it was a good fit. (Didn't get into details...) His reply was NASTY, insulting and a personal attack. Never thought I'd see him again and apparently neither did he. LOL I was seated facing him - didn't avoid making eye contact but didn't go out of my way to acknowledge him. I was interested to see what would happen after the event - if he would be able to interact in a mature/professional way. As soon as the speaker finished, he practically left skid marks. I guess that solves it. |
| 2 Comments |
| Realistic |
| 06.12.07 (7:32 pm) [edit] |
| Had my 2nd to last session with my therapist today. Of course we covered the latest developments regarding the rape case and how I felt. But we also got into another topic. It was sort of like opening a can of worms in the 4th quarter with 2 minutes on the clock... As much as I am a people-person, I don't like the attention to be focused on me. I'm uncomfortable getting compliments and have even more difficulty taking them seriously. Frequently, I'm told I'm an exceptional person, that I'm dynamic, thoughtful, intelligent, blah blah blah. I don't buy it. I don't think it's necessarily a self-esteem issue. I'm just realistic. |
| 11 Comments |
| Breathing down my neck |
| 06.11.07 (6:08 pm) [edit] |
| I went to a networking event this evening - I met a man there that I had met at a networking event the week before. Our goal was to kill two birds with one stone - talk about how we can help each other as well as working the room together. This man had THE WORST breath. Icky. He kept getting a little too close. It smelled like he had been sucking on stinky socks all afternoon. I usually carry mints in my purse, but they were missing. It was most unpleasant. |
| 25 Comments |
| I need a man |
| 06.10.07 (4:17 pm) [edit] |
| Or at least a cabana boy. Laid out in the sun this afternoon while reading a book and enjoying some iced green tea. Those spray sunscreen bottles are nifty. Unfortunately, even with those, you still miss some spots. I have huge red splotches of sunburn on places I missed all over my back and shoulders. Off to take a prolonged cold shower and subsequent date with an aloe vera plant. Then a strategy session with my closet because I have a feeling I won't be wearing a bra for a few days... OWWWWWWWW! |
| 6 Comments |
| Dent in the... |
| 06.08.07 (5:44 pm) [edit] |
| Today I met with the attorney to discuss where the civil case is against the guy who raped me. I had no idea what to expect - he had filed the response to my complaint. As expected, he claimed everything was consensual. He says I came up with the drug/rape idea after he spurned me. Only problem with that theory is that I have evidence and witnesses to support my accusations of drugging and raping me within an hour of my release from his home. Kinda puts a dent in his credibility... This could potentially be over sooner rather than later. |
| 5 Comments |
| Mail (not Male) Call |
| 06.06.07 (8:54 pm) [edit] |
| Who would think going to the mailbox would make me glad I have a counseling session tomorrow? Another letter from 'the mother'. Someone please enlighten me... Inside, there's a newspaper clipping of the Aquarium getting the new whale sharks. (Like I wouldn't have already known that?) She wrote on the top of the article "Looks like the ScubaDiva I love!" Huh? Either she's making a comparison of me to a whale shark or a grouper that is in the picture. I flip over the clipping and there's an article on the Monster Pig. Either way, it ain't good. In addition to the clipping, there's a note saying she is bringing over a book for me over the weekend and wants to pay for me to see a particular specialist. The last written communication I had with her I was quite clear that she was to NOT come to my home that this was the final warning and I would be contacting the police for a restraining order if she didn't adhere to my wishes. Nothing has changed. I've been EXTREMELY clear - either go to family counseling or leave me alone. Curious, I googled the doctor. She specializes in bariatric (aka weight loss) surgery. I'm overweight - maybe 25 lbs from where I'd ideally like to be - but I'm far from needing a gastric bypass... Bariatric medicine...whale shark...monster pig? Maybe I should book a double session tomorrow? |
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| Back to work |
| 06.06.07 (2:42 pm) [edit] |
| Had an early meeting this morning at Starbucks. Had about 90 minutes to kill before my next meeting, so I opted to hang out and do some work and people-watching there. Sitting in a comfy chair in the corner. Working on some emails, when a young guy sits down next to me and starts chatting away. Nowadays with the blue-tooth headsets, you never know if someone is really talking to you or not. I realize he is actually talking to me. He's complimenting me on my shoes, which, I admit are fierce. So I make some chit-chat. Asking him what he does - he says he's in real-estate. I ask if he does commercial or residential. He says both and then pauses for a second and says he's taking the test for his real estate license this weekend. I chuckle to myself. (At least he's honest.) Chat chat some more. Tell him to give me a call when he's official so I can hook him up with some mortgage folks. He gets up, we shake hands and I go back to work. Apparently, so did he. Fifteen minutes later, I look up and recognize him standing behind the counter in the green Starbucks apron. He's the barista. I shoulda asked him for a free refill... |
| 4 Comments |
| Out of the blue |
| 06.05.07 (4:04 pm) [edit] |
| I got an email last week from a guy I dated...10 years ago. Nothing serious. Our first date started out odd because I was being stalked at the time and my stalker was in the parking lot of my apt complex - he tracked down my date via his license plate (being that he was a PI) and called my date to tell him that I was 'mentally unstable and had STD's'. Now how did I find this out? The old boyfriend called me the next day to tell me that he just got a 'really odd phone call' and proceeded to tell me about the stalker. He didn't believe the stalker and we dated a while longer but there weren't fireworks. He relocated all over the country for work. We saw each other occasionally for dinner, but nothing more than a casual catch-up as friends. Now you're up to speed on our 'history'. So I reply back to his email. Nothing more than "hi, how are you?" He calls me this afternoon. Casual chatting. I still don't feel 'any zing' toward him but professionally, we might be able to help each other. I suggested lunch. (Casual yet professional.) He says that he thinks he's booked for lunch on the day I suggest. He found my myspace account and really liked my new figure and suggests dinner tonight. Um, hell no. Meanwhile, he emails me a picture of him. He still looks the same. I'm still not interested in 'that way'. He asks if I'm dating anyone. I say I date around. I should have said I have a serious bf. But then again, he knows where my myspace page is and he can read that I'm dating around. (So good thing I didn't lie.) He's a nice guy - like all guys I date. However, I'm totally not interested. Have a feeling it's going to have to be lunch or nothing. |
| 2 Comments |
| Expendable "friends" |
| 06.04.07 (6:25 pm) [edit] |
| Remember "the crush" I had at the end of the year? I got tired of his hijinks - deleted his ass from my myspace friends around February. He just realized it this afternoon. Called me and asked why I had removed him. Explained that I run a tight ship and I don't have 'friends' just for the sake of volume. He hadn't commented or sent me any luv in ages, so I considered him expendable. He kinda got irked by that. The truth hurts. Mwahahaha |
| 1 Comments |
| My boobs |
| 06.04.07 (2:20 pm) [edit] |
| I had a dr's appt with a plastic surgeon today. Discussing some nip/tuck options. The irony. She recommended breast implants. I had a breast reduction three years ago. I told her that wearing padded bras was one thing, but I would never go with implants. The gauntlet has been thrown down. We'll have to wait to see what the health insurance says. If not approved, I'll be accepting donations. |
| 30 Comments |
| BYOB @ my house! |
| 06.02.07 (4:25 pm) [edit] |
| Every once in a while, I'll take a gander at how people stumble across my blog... This one takes the cake: "a+guy+to+wear+a+bra+when +mowing" As desperate as I am for someone to do my yard, I'm not quite sure if I'd be willing to let someone wear one of my bras to mow. He'd have to BYOB (Bring Your Own Bra!) As an interesting coincidence, someone else googled "Flooping Boobies". Maybe they can hook up with the guy mowing my lawn in a bra and help each other out? |
| 5 Comments |
| Friends + Business = Trouble |
| 06.01.07 (10:29 am) [edit] |
| The other reason I declined "Hot Stud"... He wants to venture into selling stuff on ebay and asked if I had anything I wanted to get rid of. I had mentioned that I was organizing all my old fat clothes and was going to post them on Craig's List. There's A LOT of clothes ranging from 14's to 24's. I had posted them earlier and had gotten a lot of responses but I was just too darn busy to follow up. "Hot Stud" kept pressing me to let him sell them on ebay. The clothes range from day-to-day stuff to designer stuff and nice wool coats, leather coats, evening dresses. I don't want to deal with unloading it on an individual basis. I have broken it up into three size ranges - 14/16, 18/20, and 22/24. The deal is, first come, first serve, you get the whole kit and kaboodle for that size for the set price (cash). Each size has more than 70 pieces. He said I could set what I want for each piece and then he'd take whatever he made on top of that. I don't want to be bothered with that. And I'd end up with leftovers. I just want to get rid of them and make a modest amount of money for a lot of clothes that were rarely or even never worn and be done with it. But "Hot Stud" kept going on and on and on. Despite my somewhat obvious dis-interest in it. I just don't like mixing friends and money. I value our friendship too much to be complicated by that. But he gets on these missions and doesn't let up. So that's the other reason why I declined his offer to come over yesterday. I know he would have pressed the issue further. |
| 5 Comments |
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