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The Backyard Thoughts:
2/24/04, 3:34pm: I am ashamed, oh Abe's (old) House, to be returning so seldom, so sparsely, and when I do return as I do now--only to plug in another link, another website (besides mine www.xanga.com/leesheen--shameful, pitiful...shameful), but this, surely an important one worthy of this adultery, www.usfortaiwan.org. My cousin and I collaborate to bring the public this informative site--it is a public service, no less. shameful.
1/29/04, 11:24pm: Damn it's a new year, I've passed through 6-week Winter Break Christmas eve night same with new year's, then to UF a few days next back to Miami and up to DC NYC a week each and then chilled in chilly Providence for another one almost until school, the last semester of undergrad of my life, has gone by two days now.
+ + + + +
& & & &
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Before I say this, I must note: that I will be back, regularly.
I feel here like I'm admitting to a wife my secret lady and affair of the last
few years (weeks, actually): I've switched...
to
xanga
Please don't hate me. I can be Mormon.
12/19/03, 5:34am: The semester's over--how fast three weeks have been saturated fully and past week has been ridiculous inhuman; a great 24 hours since exams ended Thursday morning---sleep! finally, then just a good good time this semester has been the greatest I learned and grew a ton, and failed many (classes, exams) This is my last trip back, home. Next semester is my last, good.
12/16/03, 7:19am: I think if a two-ton alien dripping of slime
towering over me threatened to pound me into a human hamburger and chew me up in
about five seconds, I would still not have either a fight, nor a flight response
because i think my adrenalin reservoirs have been emptied out like the last
bucket of water in the hands of wanders in the midst of an arid desert; finals
period is brutal, and I think the international human rights league should send
up a team to analyze the situation to alleviate the the thousands of college
kids suffering through each and every 6 months.
There's been tons of news on Taiwan lately, and my cousin and I started a
website www.usfortaiwan.org where
posted are many articles and various documents about the issue; the website also
contains a petition in support of Taiwan's democratic right to hold a
referendum, and in parallel, voicing dissatisfaction with Bush's remarks
kowtowing to China last week, discouraging Taiwan from holding the
referendum. Email me (link at the bottom of this page) if you have any
questions.
12/1/03, 11:54pm: I realize this is the first time I'm writing in the pm in a while, and that I rarely do. Thanksgiving went by as fast as the turkeys passed through the slaughterhouse all across America. Do you have ANY IDEA how many friggin' people are at ALL stores by SIX in the AM on the day after Thanksgiving? it's so suffocating that some lady could FAINT while waiting in the Disneyworld-esque lines. and she did, the lady that is, faint in line. I bought (a piece of American consumerism) a Ricky Williams jersey, it's pretty damn nice; it was pretty damn onsale. For some reason my friends thought it was a good idea to sleep over in my guestroom and wake at the buttcrack of dawn to join the buybuybuy rush. and then I thought it was a good idea too. until I bought the jersey ate the breakfast went back to bed, and woke up at exactly 4:58pm--5 FREAKIN o'clock in the AFTERNOON. that aggravated me, all that day, which was not very long. Damn I need to find a job. Anyone got one for me come May? I shook Spike Lee's hand today. 25th hr was great.
11/25/03, 2:50am: it's liberating, when you fail the second midterm in a class, and u realize that it just really doesn't bother you much, like it bothers you less than say a small armpit stain on your undershirt (well, i guess how bothered u are in this case is subjective; but it wouldn't bother me too much) cause the stain is just a visual superficial dirtiness and that spot on the shirt gets washed just as cleanly as any other sock, pantleg, or boxer; and anyways (it's an undershirt eh(?)) what does it really matter in the real final essence of clothing? So more interests grab the spotlight, the stage, the mike, of my energies, rather than anxieties, in the negative sense; libraries are pretty FUCKING cool and I rarely straight out call something in so naked language fuckingcool, but seriously: those things have a wholelotta stuff in'em, and a whole lot of stuff that I would lust to wade through. And yes, I mean lust, as I can wander the aisles like I were feeling her up, and i can reach for and open the individual book as if i were undressing her. Okay, this is getting weird and the metaphors are spilling overboard from my ship of normality, so I will stop the ship, and anchor it here, in the midst of this ocean moving with the tide and ebb of the draw and pull of the moon, far off beyond the grasps of the imaginations of light, and... Haven't been home for a longwhile--it will be a foreign land.
11/23/03, 3:32am: so how do you like it? i don't..know. well have you ever seen any like this before? well, no not really. Well, you've never seen anything like it before. something to say about that. something there to think about ; do you like choreographing? well, it's hard. you should choreograph, something, that, 's, like, spon, taneous, duuuuuude. ...youre a crazy fool. ,,, HAH hah, 'crazyfool!' Spontaneity is the true self!
11/22/03, 3:11am: thanks giving me a chance to go back go back to originals where simplicity ruled and things were one dimensional and lovewaslove, and that's it to indulge in but layers are added and turkey will be good and family will be great and miami weather place sun home cat dog bedroom friends basketball on the asphalt will be good and great at the same time and i will breathe loosely and laugh even looser-ly over dinner with cousins
11/17/03, 12:26am: I will find a job & I will sustain myself
& I will feed my energies & buy groceries & I will be on time &
the passion to write will be sustained and quenched & in due time &
things will fall into place & if I push them to their slots & they will
fall, like those plastic block puzzle pieces & that fall through the hole
with the same shape & time goes by in an erasing manner & or more so ran
over like roadkilled animals & the time is short and fast but saturated and
beyond time & things mean more than time
...2:02am: ...& free pizza delivered at 2am is the fckinshit & good
...8:44pm: I almost forgot it was my cooknight until a housemate woke my
nappingass up and reminded me. eggdrop corn soup. and soy sauce chicken w/ vegs on top. and rice.
Came out pretty damn good. damn i always stuff myself beyond max on my cook night, cause i feel like i need to make up for having to have to work to make it.
it's like i'm using my over-appetite to throw a fit. i'm so lazy. and immature.
11/9/03, 4:19am: people partial-asleep are funny
LOOOOOOOOLLLL
Abe987: .oololol
Abe987: ohhhhhhhmygsoh
Abe987: my roomate
Abe987: was falling asleep on mybed
Abe987: so i was just calling ot him laughing
Abe987: tellin him to go to his bed cause where the hell am i gonna sleep if he falls asleep
Abe987: and so he kept on falling back asleep
Abe987: and then i was like, ok dude go to sleep
Abe987: and he started sayin w/ eyes closed, "buy two get one free
Abe987: buy two get one free
Abe987: and then, i started cracking up and saying what thehell areu saying
Abe987: and he opened his eyes totaly wide and awake and was like buy two get one free
Abe987: anad a second later ran out of the room in embarrassmenttt!1
Abe987: hahahahaa
Abe987: cause he was selling books for the convocation earierrrrrr
Abe987: lol
11/7/03, 9:47pm: I bought a gold necklace from the man on the street for a buck; a necklace he said s'worth $15,(or fifty-, I couldn't hear)000--this gold one. It's long, and thin, not much wider than wire, metallic no doubt, and it bends flexibly but fragile-ly like ice rope, threatening to break if my hands bent it too hard. I wear this treasure with pride, like prize. Kids are important to pay attention to.
11/4/03, 10:19pm: Days daze dais bball basketball ball ket base ball Say les go to the game 23/36 too much how? Wed wedding Wednesday Thurs how/when? tell me to do it what? You want to ask me yes, u do too want me to me heat Heated Miamian Hiromi sunning her face red piece God what am I blood ing all over the flag stings stinks reeks ahrt good art cooking the music Hogg Mrs. Chauffeur refused to pick uptake of choles- terol John Cage inde- terminacy
10/31/03, 4:36am: how extremely out of the imagination of A-ma when she was a poor dignified kind girl the prospect of her grandson when Taiwan had withstood 40 years of martial law under the KMT after Japanese colonization and had bled through the history and lives for a full fledged democracy model for the world (he is being honored in the banquet for his boldness in human rights) by 2003 and in that year on Halloween the grandson going to meet the President of her country, in some banquet in New York City, United States of America. Seeds travel a long way, beyond distance--beyond the imagination.
10/30/03, 1:15am: sportsarefuckinggreat. One right onto the next. Lebron. period.
10/27/03, 3:19am: Pretty weird how I start an entry same time within 20 minutes exact a week ago when I last entry'd. Biological clock? Acting in a play is quite a rush--a good kinda rush if you did well, a horrible kind if not. Good thing the horrible kind came out during rehearsals; the good kind in the actual performance was gratifying, satisfying. I think just now, dumping the trash to the colddrizzling sidewalk curb outside the house was the first time i've been out of the house in 24 hours. The significance I'm sure: Hibernation is beginning. I feel tired. My fat reserves are building. I sleep, now.
10/20/03, 3:04am: fckutony. In my world, pretty generic occurrence, but i do have an exam in five minutes under seven hours from this moment, and my studies have just begun no more than three hours prior, intermittently interrupted by interruptions, food, pour myself a glass of oversaturated Crystal Light lemonade fill it to the brim with diluting faucet tap, cut myself a piece of nycChinatown pastry that I offer my housemates on the dry-erase board to "cut yourself a piece," interruptions, download FakePlasticTrees, lovesomething, dumpsomething like the trash and recycle bins with eric, out in the cold frostybreath night, shit its cold, wish it was this morning because it is sunday night, and i wait.
10/15/03, 1:01am: sometimes, instant messenger just simply tells
it so well.
Auto response from MrYeeBee: uh, it took me 3 hours to write one page.
Abe987: i'd say, that's not bad
MrYeeBee: haha
Abe987: it's taking me 24 hours, to not even finish thinking about my first sentence
MrYeeBee: well, fine
MrYeeBee: i'm gunna be in the CIT all night
Abe987: niiice
Abe987: i'm going to be in my room, procrastinating all night
MrYeeBee: no
MrYeeBee: come to the cit
Abe987: until i shit in my pants, and realize, holy shit
MrYeeBee: hahaha
and more about our intramural bball game tonight.
MaGNuMBpL: did we win?
Abe987: fck no
Abe987: u crazy boy?
Abe987: u been drinking?
MaGNuMBpL: haha
see you tomorrow night Marlins. No IM conversation for that one.
10/13/03, 3:13am: check out the greatest sports-team mascot in
universal history, under "The Living Room" section below.
...11:08pm: white tiger parrot, gorilla, hippo. rhino. spotted tiger. polar
bear, muskrats, chimpanzee. a zebra, leopard, giraffe flamingo, koala, elephant.
butterfly. bald eagle. lion. frog. fox. just felt like naming all the animals on
my San Diego Wild Animal Park mug. a children's exercise, long overdue.
Al, your right, I do post on this thing more often when I've got tons of
papers due. very soon. otters. i love 'em.
10/12/03, 8:41pm: Invisible Man is a pretty great book. Just wish i had time to read it. Why must papers be? To be a paper is to be an obstruction to reading it. To be an obstruction to a long weekend--making it feel like a short weekend. Crap it's Sunday already. It sucks to witness a mouse scatter across your closet floor when you turn the light on. I would hunt it down with the utmost rage if it were nibbling on my Milanos, strategically placed (in the closet on the floor) away from predacious housemates in the first place. Predacious things suck. My kitchen's spick and span. or slick and spam. or slick and spick? whatever it is, that's what it be, and though my back aches from the mopping, after the hot shower, i am proud. Yeah Marlins, take it home.
10/8/03, 12:07am: one night of no work. many more to go this
week:
Abe987 (11:10:36 PM): yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa muthavckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Auto response from tony0118 (11:10:37 PM): working and watching the Marlins Cubs
game in ted's room
Abe987 (11:22:27 PM): FUCK! Damn Sammy sosa
Abe987 (11:43:43 PM): OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
i think that's the 7th Florida homer or somethin
Auto response from tony0118 (11:43:43 PM): working and watching the game in ted's room
Abe987 (11:43:58 PM): yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh wooooooooooooooooo!
Abe987 (11:44:12 PM): hellfckyea!!!!!!!
Abe987 (12:02:29 AM): Abe987 (12:02:10 AM): strike out!!!
Abe987 (12:02:13 AM): fck yea!!!!!! 2outs
Auto response from tony0118 (12:02:29 AM): working and watching the game in ted's room
Abe987 (12:03:01 AM): ouuuuuuuuut~!!!
Abe987 (12:03:02 AM): waher;oaiwr
Abe987 (12:03:26 AM): uAbe987 (12:03:05 AM): liwer;oi
Abe987 (12:03:06 AM): outtttttttt
Abe987 (12:03:06 AM): ohaer;tihewjr
Abe987 (12:03:07 AM): [wi'oijert'aej
Abe987 (12:03:07 AM): teaort'
Abe987 (12:03:08 AM): eru
secretTony0118 (12:03:10 AM): als;dkfja;lsdkfjaowieyraowieyra;ljkhfsal;kfjdla;skjf
Abe987 (12:03:46 AM): yeah game two tomorrow
10/7/03, 3:59am: shit, me and Zamore--Abrahoops and Stallian--on the courts, unstoppable. Well, I guess more so, just me. Haha, just kidding. Well, not really. But Zamore made a ton of shots too. We already won the game on a 2-pointer; and somehow they made some excuse about some miscall that happened seconds before, and how they had stopped playing, and this-and-that, so we redid it; and they won on a 2-pointer instead. ah well, so goes life; they let us recruit a 3rd player seconds before the game anyways--we let it go, we're even. Red Sox're pretty unstoppable too; think I'm becoming a child with two sets of parents, in terms of loyalty; but if it comes down to it, both parent-pairs winning the next series, my ultimate loyalties no doubt still lie in homegrown Florida--and in that scenario: the Sox can wipe that unreachable corner on the underside of my toilet. It's getting cold; I wear long sleeves to sleep.
10/5/03, 9:05pm: oh man this week is going to be the shit ~ a stab at a self-fulfilling prophecy. and go Marlins. go Red Sox with a bandwagon peer-induced half-hearted cheer from me. and I don't even watch baseball. but Marlins I gotta shoutout from the deepest epicentral depths of my soul. dimsum is good for my soul. so is pushing my respiratory system to the beyond-limits while sprinting side to side down a field this-way-n-that just to make sure the frisbee doesn't touch the ground. Silence, by John Cage.
10/3/03, 2:15am: submissions deviations to the applications of
heart. bicuspid translucid forever or never part. I do not know the chickencoop
dwells. What red blue and white star impels--Me, to enter, me to sleep. Its
lines are drawn charcoal fixation heat. Beated beaten beat it well; Micheal
Jackson's gone to hell.
I got lots of shit to do. What am I doing--
...7:36pm: after getting a concerned psychoanalytic response from readership,
I'd like to assure my audience that I alliterate, incoherently pulsate, speak in
this tongue for the past few days as curious experimentation with formation of
speech into words. With a smile : ). And procrastination. I am not holding razor
to my wrist, rest assured. To prove it, read the top of this page, the box right
below the banner. Marlins will score within the next 15 minutes in the
bottom of the 10th. I assure you that too; Boo-ya.
10/2/03, 2:42am: shit, it's almost 2004. Taiwan. America. Miami. Providence. Brook St. Suniland. Geelong Rd. US1. my room. my house. my shoes. empty courts. empty sky. soundless lake. smooth, flat rock, and I sit. that balcony, in that hotel room, and no one else was there. the pool, and that water, only thing that touched. the space in my mouth, in that yawn, a vaccuum. the things, in my chest, rise and fall, like breathing. I.
9/28/03, 11:10pm: notes running jumping jump jump skipskippidy sliiiiiiide toof toof doooph beeelreeend reeend reend doolooploop bowowowowwduuuuuuuuuuu rheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepeeeedidihdihdihdihdihhhhhhhreeeeeeeeeeeee Dear: Abe
I hope you learn how
to cook
and eat faster.
Lo ve
Happy Birthday
Sasha
9/27/03, 3:16pm: CITY OF GOD. rent it, watch it. be prepared to be disturbed, and love it.
9/23/03, 12:48pm: Where do I belong in this world? I just made a really good roast beef fajita, with salsa that is meant to be dipped for Tostitos chips. The Dolphins won this weekend, but I missed the game, except for the three minutes I saw before I boarded my connecting flight in Atlanta. Ricky Williams made an amazing run. I wondered last night how my grandfather is doing in Taiwan. I am seeing Mikhail Gorbachev speak next Monday at noon. Mikhail Gorbachev is such a household name. I love people from Russia, or any of those countries once a part of the Soviet Union. I will miss my noon class next Monday. I have a basketball game tonight. The first one. For intramurals this year, and I hope I don't sprain my ankle. I will submit an application in two days that will determine if I am in a writing program for the rest of the year. The wind from my window on my left makes my left arm cold while I type. I just shivered, I tell you.
9/22/03,
2:53am:
tony0118: you should update your website
tony0118: instead of doing your work
Abe987: nope lata
tony0118: i was waiting for the 'fuck you'
Abe987: fucku, lata
...2:55am: it's a longass drive from Atlanta, the NE part of Georgia, to
Jacksonville, the Northern part of Florida, especially when you just made your
connecting flight through Atlanta, and into Jacksonville, only to drive
all the fuckway back to Atlanta. For the end of the weekend,
replicate the prior statement, with the two destinations/leaving pts. reversed,
vice-versa'd. and now I'm back in the PVD, and the dancing and losing of the
voice every two minutes, and the breathing of secondhand pot everywhere and the
adrenaline n' love all gone into one memory in the flash of a dreamy brain. The
shower hot off my back tingles and I feel warm inside against the RI breeze,
probably the soup I just heated up leftover from dinner, missed, tonight. Props
to a kid that decided to drive the 6 hours down at the last possible half-hour,
only to sprint with two others, hugs and high-fives flailing, large just-filled,
topless sodas spilling, that real voiceDMB booming past the crowds and chunks of
people swarming, in the darkthick cloudfulness--and a ritual, a rush replicating
and originating from a seed, just hatched on a whim of three college seniors,
connected through flight, drives, dashes, decisions, onto the lawn, soaking. in
it. Goodbye to that pat on the back, that last touch of cotton on the sleeve,
and turn, and go.
9/17/03, 8:26pm: Sameness and difference, from such a perspective, lose their difference without becoming the same. no this is not me talking, but what am I reading? Inhabiting one another, these terms come to designate, when used to elaborate a particular relation, the contingency or historicity of any reading of any act that confers identity; they bespeak the emergence of meaningful, recognizable shape or definition as the fractionalizing articulation of a context that, because it resists being totalized, always exceeds its representation. is this a joke? it's pretty funny. as i say to my roommate often, for no particular reason: "wha thuhFUHHHHHHHH?" They name, in other words, doesn't "in other words," usually signify as a prelude to a simpler explanation of what has just been said? i guess not. the terms of a necessarily synecdochic misrecognition whereby the self-sameness of identity, the always fantasmatic [the author's own italics] totalization of its coherence, signifies only through and as [both author's italics, again] the fetishization of its parts. --half a paragraph of 33 pages of reading. Why? Why!
9/14/03, 7:43pm: I am such an amazing cook. Yes, I, me, TV-dinner Master, leftovers Microwave-Heater actually made dinner for my housemates, for THE SECOND TIME now. ALL MY HOUSEMATES. and do you know how much pressure that is? Think about the first time I put a pan to the stove (carefully and surreptitiously picking a night that everyone else had engagements elsewhere), and ended up with fired tumblings of ground beef that had the same effect as stuffing cotton balls into the mouth when consumed; and then think about 5 college students (not even counting my own pleading appetite), going on lack of sleep, overworked, nerves shot, undershirts unwashed, waiting all day for that one hearty meal around the table, calm, antidotal, safe-haven, rejuvenating, and hopefully, edible. And then you are one with the pot handle, the spatula, the Dave Matthews blaring in the background in rhythm to your flips, twists, contortions, screams of pain when boiling water splashes on you. Fried rice the first time--accepted, with brief comments of praise; pot-sticker dumplings and cucumber soup the second time, this time--unanimously applauded, with continuous applaud for an enchor (exaggerated, but that idea). Dave Matthews is pretty sweet, just like my pot-sticker dumplings, and he better play a lot of the good 'ol songs next weekend when I'm lying on the grass in the Atlanta Amphitheater.
9/13/03, 8:49pm: TV's so fucking depressing. And why do three channels, including The History Channel like it's a friggin chapter out of a text, show "specials" on 9/11 at the exact same time so they run parallel like you're trapped behind bars and the remote control is like the key but like the lock too so you're claustrophobic even in your bigass room the size of a basketball court. I rolled my ankle on the courts today, didn't sprain it, but still a painin theass pointing out my frailty. I should just swim, can't hurt myself that way besides drowning and cramping, which I won't and will have no permanent damage, respectively. Where was I two years ago? anticipating that the world was going to quake-ishly clash. And now I'm about to graduate. Next year.
9/7/03, 11:01am: Someone has finally, after many years after years of failed attempts and frustrated hopes, taken a bite at the sprinkle-frosted plastic donut that has sat on my dresser, invitingly. I've tried putting it nicely on a plate for presentation magnetism; camouflaging it with other donuts (the real kind); left a glass of milk adjacent to stimulate Pavlov conditioned desire; and even tried multiple occasions of verbal invitations to my roommate, of which he began not even answering a "no" towards the last few attempts, much less ever take my offer to the donut. But finally, finally! someone, has satisfied my impish practical-joke tendencies of humor, and the moment was sweet as it was intended to be. Ahhh--imagine the rewards if it were Boston Creme.
...Archived Backyards Thoughts
The Fatcat Foodbowl...
Fatcat quotes...
A short story for my English class that I dedicated to the Fatness---> Fat.
12/3/01
Kind Eyes, Soft Eyelids
A Catharsis
Wind Makes Rain
And Since, I Have Attended Mass
The Living Room:
(I'm the one in the picture in the top left corner smiling between Dave and Boyd) A picture of me smiling and bouncing up and down.
The Family Room:
The Hunger Site Very cool website that gives you the power to indirectly donate food and other cool things to your fellow human race for free, just by visiting the website.
My Bro Alex's website My brother Alex is a cool guy with a wicked three-pointer. Except when he gets so on fire that he twists his ankle on the way down.
My Cousin Tony's website This fool got me to start this time sucking website, and taught me all I know about website making so far. He sucks at basketball, and I'll beat him whenever he wants to play one on one, you fool. Yeah, you know you were too scared to play me the morning before you left to go back to Duke. Run, fool, run.
My Cousin Henry's website Henry is a cool guy in Iowa. He's Tony's brother, and he's got an unstoppable fadeaway jumper.
My roomate Eric's crappily-outdated website I just put this link to get him to update it. Tell him to update it too.
My
friend Yeebee's long-unrecognized-by-Abe's-House website Yeebee is a
coolassmofo who lived down the hall from me freshman year, and who will be
chillin' at Abe's (unvirtual) House over Spring Break '02.
3/31/02:
Check out Yeebs's virtual rendition of a Memorial to Miami Spring Break on his
site!
Manny's attempt at a website I just put this link to laugh at Manny. And for whoever else to laugh at Manny too. HAHAHAHAHA. Here's a little comment I left him about the website a while ago: Dear Manny,
Taiwan website Learn about the 228 Incident, and the history and present of Taiwan!
Dave! (<---Matthews) Words can't explain. Just go buy the albums. You won't regret it.
Miami Heat We're going to win the championship this year!!! And Timmy is still starting on the Heat, all-star caliber!!! Forever!!! HAHA!!! Timmy lives forever!!
Summerbridge This is simply the greatest, most effective program (for both the teacher and the awesome students) ever! If you want the most rigorous, rewarding, interactive, challenging, fun, creative, exciting, personal, initiative-inspiring, and memorable internship for a summer, check this out! And read the cool article on Archie McNealy at the bottom of the Summerbridgemiami.org page--that's what convinced me to do it! And I'm indescribably glad I did! Go SB-Ball Day!(And if anyone's interested, I'd be more than happy to answer any questions you might have about the program)
The Punching Bag in the Back Patio:
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Caution: Don't eat
flies. That's probably how Fatcat got sick, except substitue "flies"
with "lizards and frogs and stuff." flies are probably nutritious, so
disregard the initial comment.
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