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open a new window somewhere in the world.Ā
i love this because itās such a simple concept but it answers things i didnāt even know how to ask
Looking out of peopleās windows is such a peaceful way of travellingā¦ I got a snowfall in Argentina, a nice sea view in Ukraine, a clothes line in the fog in Bangalore. Antonella from Tavernaro, I like your wooden bird.
This really cool and then I turned the sound on and now I amā¦ unsettled
... wtf?
This just hit me. Iām so Southern my family has a matriarch and no one in the family knows for sure how old she is. We all also got into a heated debate about the existence of her glass eye (still not confirmed). Sheās in her 90s- we think- beat cancer, outlived two husbands, had seven children and has outlived three of them, survived The Great Depression, and either her dad or her grandfather was a full blooded Cherokee Indianā¦ possibly the tribeās leader but no one really knows for sure.
She also once lit into my dadās school bus driver, cussing him black and blue about how he treated the kids and didnāt realize she had a butcherās knife in her hand until he RAN away. She didnāt have any more trouble out of him.
ā¦I wish to know how and why this just occured to you, please
I had an eloquent reason but really what it boils down to is I think Mamaw is a cryptid. The running joke in the family is that Mamaw will be at the end of the world with the twinkies and the cockroaches.
Iām not sure itās a joke anymore, I think itās a premonition.
Two years ago one of my cousins wanted to bring her wife to thanksgiving and Joe was allĀ āew no wayā and Mamaw stood her ass up and saidĀ āWho the hell do you think you are, saying who is and isnāt welcome in my house? This aināt your house- you get out! I say who is welcome and YOU is not welcome. Now SCAT!ā while slapping at him and then sat back down and asked my cousin if her wife ate catfish. Joe tried to come back in and she popped the tennis balls off her walker and threw them at him until he left
No matter how old Mamaw gets, her hair is still solid black. She still hasnāt gone gray and sheās never once died her hair. Her kids all have heads full of gray hair, and my father- her grandson- is starting to go gray. Mamaw? Nothing. I swear she looks exactly the same as she did when I was a kid.
Mamaw got Covid-19. She presented with symptoms and was rushed to the ER with a dangerously high fever and next to no oxygen. The doctors took note of her age (sheās apparently 93 as best she can guess) and her vitals and, well, Mamaw wasnāt gonna make it past Monday.
By Sunday night the fever was gone and she was complaining that the hospital didnāt get WWE and she was gonna āmiss my wrasslin shows!ā.
She was home and completely fine by Tuesday. By Wednesday she was calling up the anti-maskers in our family just to call them idiots and hang up.
bro i dont think youāre Mamaw is human
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Mamaw is our new favorite.
Dyscalculia is a learning disability, a lot like dyslexia, but with math and numbers. Everyone knows what dyslexia is, but for some reason, dyscalculia isnāt as well known. I want people to know about this so no more kids are gonna believe uneducated adults who tells them that theyāre just lazy and no more kids are going to think theyāre just hopeless idiots when they try and try but just canāt understand. It happened to me, and I wonāt let it happen to anyone else.
Itās surprisingly common and is often linked to ADHD. If youāve ever had issues, look it up - you might find things fall into place for you, too.
Difficulty reading analog clocks[14]
Ā Inability to comprehend financial planning or budgeting, sometimes even at a basic level; for example, estimating the cost of the items in a shopping basket or balancing a checkbook.
Inconsistent results in addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.
Difficulty with multiplication, subtraction, addition, and division tables, mental arithmetic, etc.
Problems with differentiating between left and right.
A āwarpedā sense of spatial awareness, or an understanding of shapes, distance, or volume that seems more like guesswork than actual comprehension.
Difficulty with time, directions, recalling schedules, sequences of events. Difficulty keeping track of time. Frequently late or early.
Poor memory (retention & retrieval) of math concepts; may be able to perform math operations one day, but draw a blank the next. May be able to do book work but then fails tests.
Difficulty reading musical notation. Difficulty with choreographed dance steps.
Having particular difficulty mentally estimating the measurement of an object or distance (e.g., whether something is 3 or 6 meters (10 or 20 feet) away).
When writing, reading and recalling numbers, mistakes may occur in the areas such as: number additions, substitutions, transpositions, omissions, and reversals.
Ā Inability to grasp and remember mathematical concepts, rules, formulae, and sequences.
Ā Inability to concentrate on mentally intensive tasks.
I canāt even comprehend what it might be like being a human who doesnāt have all of these characteristics. I donāt know how a brain can possibly just ārememberā how to do long division or know what ten feet looks like.
I canāt even accept that a car is more than like nine feet long. Ours is fifteen feet long, and even standing next to it, my brain is POSITIVE itās small enough to fit in a bathroom.
This is the most me thing Iāve ever read on this site. I canāt read analog clocks I canāt recall number sequences etc.
I remember reading a book where a character had this and my whole life fell into place. Being the kid of people who work with math a lot (Mom was a math major for crying out loud) and beingĀ ābad at mathā sucked. I never understood why I couldnāt do what everyone in my class could.Ā
Sadly, I didnāt figure this out until after I was out of school.
Wait
What
Dyscalcula (aka Dyscalculia) wasnāt really defined and recognized until 1974. It is thought to impact 3-7% of the population (and 11% of the people who have ADHD/ADD), but unlike dyslexia and dysgraphia it most often goes undiagnosed.
There are three distinct types of dyscalcula: semantic memory, procedural concepts, and working memory.Ā I have donāt have dyslexia/dysgraphia or global memory problems, so my type is semantic memory. I have all but one of the symptoms in the above list. I also have trouble reading maps and am almost always lost geographically (even when going somewhere Iāve been repeatedly). There are theories about the cause or contributing factors of dyscalcula, but none have been proven. As a result there are currently very few interventions (aka: special courses, teaching styles, or universal hacks) available, and those that exist attempt to treat the symptom rather than addressing the root cause. None of these interventions really have enough evidence to suggest that they are truly effective (but they are often quite spendy). And many sites/services that focus on helping folks who are not neurotypical suggest that adults with dyscalcula simply ābrush up on their math skills.ā Like thatās even a possibility (spoiler alert - aināt got no skills to brush up).
I struggled with math throughout school.Ā Long division in fifth grade was when I stopped being able to fake math capability.Ā I was only required to take math up to geometry, and I very nearly failed it (it was very bad for my GPA). In university I took a computer science class to avoid the math I would have been required to take (two no-credit remedial classes plus the lowest level credit class).Ā My husband learned about dyscalcula from a broadcast on public radio a year and a half after I finished uni.
I thought I was stupid for years because I couldnāt memorize phone numbers and struggled with anything math related. I graduated high school with honors and finished uni in three and a half years. But I still thought I was stupid, because I still couldnāt do math.
Sources & starting points
Wikipedia
Dyscalculia.org
ADDitude: What is Dyscalculia overview
Child Mind Institute
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I ended up relating to almost all of those bullet points ;-;
This is something I think I have but I never knew what it was until later on in life. I have always struggled with math and numbers. The only bullet on that list that didnāt apply to me was the music notes one, I played saxophone for many years so that I can do but the rest is 100% me. (I can read analog clocks but it takes me more time than others, particularly if Iām out of practice)
HEREāS THE THING THOUGH
I used to work for a call center and I was doing a political survey and I called this number that was randomly generated for me and the way our system worked was voice-activated so when the other person said hello youād get connected to them, so I just launch right into my āHarvard University and NPR blah blah blahā thing and then thereās this long pause and I think the personās hung up even though I didnāt hear a click
And then I hear āyou shouldnāt be able to call this number.ā
So I apologize and go into the preset spiel about because we arenāt selling anything, etc. etc. and the answer I get is
āNo, I know that. What I mean is that it should be impossible for you to call this number, and I need to know how you got it.ā
I explain that itās randomly generated and Iām very sorry for bothering him, and go to hang up. And before I can click terminate, I hear:
āMaāam, this is a matter of national security.ā
I accidentally called the director of the FBI.
My job got investigated because a computer randomly spit out a number to the Pentagon.
This is my new favourite story.
When I was in college I got a job working for a company that manages major air-travel data. It was a temp gig working their out of date system while they moved over to a new one, since my knowing MS Dos apparently made me qualified.
There was no MS Dos involved. Instead, there was a proprietary type-based OS and an actually-uses-transistors refrigerator-sized computer with switches I had to trip at certain times during the night as I watched the data flow from six pm to six AM on Fridays and weekends. If things got stuck, I reset the server.Ā
The company handled everything from low-end data (hotel and car reservations) to flight plans and tower information. I was weighed every time I came in to make sure it was me. Areas of the building had retina scanners on doors.Ā
During training. they took us through all the procedures. Including the procedures for the red phone. There was, literally, a red phone on the shelf above my desk. āThis is a holdover from the cold war.ā They said. āIt isnāt going to come up, but hereās the deal. In case of nuclear war or other nation-wide disaster, the phone will ring. Pick up the phone, state your name and station, and await instructions. Do whatever you are told.ā
So my third night there, itās around 2am and thereās a ringing sound.Ā
I look up, slowly. The Red phone is ringing.
So I reach out, I pick up the phone. I give my name and station number. And I hear every station head in the building do the exact same. One after another, voices giving names and numbers. Then silence for the space of two breaths. Silence broken byā¦
āUhā¦ Is Shantavia there?ā
It turns out that every toll free, 1-900 or priority number has a corresponding local number that it routs to at its actual destination. Some poor teenage girl was trying to dial a friend of hers, mixed up the numbers, and got the atomic attack alert line for a major air-travel corporationās command center in the mid-west United States.
Thereās another pause, and the guys over in the main data room are cracking up. The overnight site head is saying āI think you have the wrong number, maāam.ā and Iām standing there having faced the specter of nuclear annihilation before I was old enough to legally drink.
The red phone never rang again while I was there, so the people doing my training were only slightly wrong in their estimation of how often the doomsday phone would ring.Ā
Every time I try to find this story, I end up having to search google with a variety of terms that Iām sure have gotten me flagged by some watchlist, so Iām reblogging it again where I swear Iāve reblogged it before.
But none of these stories even come close to the best one of them all; a wrong number is how the NORAD Santa Tracker got started.
Seriously, this is legit.
In December 1955, Sears decided to run a Santa hotline.Ā Hereās the ad they posted.
Only problem is, they misprinted the number.Ā And the number they printed?Ā It went straight through to fucking NORAD.Ā This was in the middle of the Cold War, when early warning radar was the only thing keeping nuclear annihilation at bay.Ā NORAD was the front line.
And it wasnāt just any number at NORAD.Ā Oh no no no.
Terri remembers her dad had two phones on his desk, including a red one. āOnly a four-star general at the Pentagon and my dad had the number,ā she says.
āThis was the ā50s, this was the Cold War, and he would have been the first one to know if there was an attack on the United States,ā Rick says.
The red phone rang one day in December 1955, and Shoup answered it, Pam says. āAnd then there was a small voice that just asked, āIs this Santa Claus?ā ā
His children remember Shoup as straight-laced and disciplined, and he was annoyed and upset by the call and thought it was a joke ā but then, Terri says, the little voice started crying.
āAnd Dad realized that it wasnāt a joke,ā her sister says. āSo he talked to him, ho-ho-hoād and asked if he had been a good boy and, āMay I talk to your mother?ā And the mother got on and said, āYou havenāt seen the paper yet? Thereās a phone number to call Santa. Itās in the Sears ad.ā Dad looked it up, and there it was, his red phone number. And they had children calling one after another, so he put a couple of airmen on the phones to act like Santa Claus.ā
āIt got to be a big joke at the command center. You know, āThe old manās really flipped his lid this time. Weāre answering Santa calls,ā ā Terri says.
And then, it got better.
āThe airmen had this big glass board with the United States on it and Canada, and when airplanes would come in they would track them,ā Pam says.
āAnd Christmas Eve of 1955, when Dad walked in, there was a drawing of a sleigh with eight reindeer coming over the North Pole,ā Rick says.
āDad said, āWhat is that?ā They say, āColonel, weāre sorry. We were just making a joke. Do you want us to take that down?ā Dad looked at it for a while, and next thing you know, Dad had called the radio station and had said, āThis is the commander at the Combat Alert Center, and we have an unidentified flying object. Why, it looks like a sleigh.ā Well, the radio stations would call him like every hour and say, āWhereās Santa now?ā ā Terri says.
For real.
āAnd later in life he got letters from all over the world, people saying, āThank you, Colonel,ā for having, you know, this sense of humor. And in his 90s, he would carry those letters around with him in a briefcase that had a lock on it like it was top-secret information,ā she says. āYou know, he was an important guy, but this is the thing heās known for.ā
āYeah,ā Rick [his son] says, āitās probably the thing he was proudest of, too.ā
So yeah.Ā I think that might be the best wrong number of all time.
Source:Ā http://www.npr.org/2014/12/19/371647099/norads-santa-tracker-began-with-a-typo-and-a-good-sport
OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS.
Iāve seen the first post a bunch of times, but never the story of How The Santa Tracker Started.
You canāt understand just how much I love this
This is so wholesome
It just got better and better.
king arthur was supposed to rise when the worlds need was greatest so. wakey wakey! someone knock on his tomb or something
i hate fae rules
King Arthur will rise when the world's knead is greatest
Billi speaks. (viaĀ billispeaks)
billi want food
billi get food later?
billi want food!
billi mad.
billi want drugs.
okay but this method of teaching dogs and cats a way of communication is frankly astounding. Watch more of billieās videos and Hunger4Words (the creator of this sytem) and itās pretty stunning. yes, thereās a lot of wishful thinking because cats and dogs donāt have quite as complex brains when it comes to language, but the fact remains these animals are a rudimentary form of bilingual. they have their own language (body/scents/vocal) and now theyāve learned to use a very basic form of our language. iāve seen so many people, linguists even, dismiss that this is just more complex reward association but i mean. dogs have been with us for about 32 thousand years. theyāve evolved alongside us for that long. they are honed in on us. hell, even cats have been our close companions for at least 8 thousand years. that is more than enough time for either one of them to grasp the very basic concepts of our words (especially considering cats literally talk/meow because we talk. that is not a normal thing they do when wild/feral).
so yeah. this is fucking cool.
Once youāve seen their videos (and Bunnyās as well) it becomes impossible to call it a complex reward association thing. They stop rewarding the animals at a certain point. It just becomes a means of communication. Unless answering a dogās question qualifies as a reward but then at that point I think weāve stopped dismissing this system and instead revealed that human language is just a complex reward association system.
YES THANK YOU. Iāve been obsessing over animals participating in this experiment for months and none of my friends are as interested in it as me, or they want to dismiss it as wishful thinking.
But even if you want to think of it as an action-reward system, I feel like there are enough videos that evidence that itās not just about that to the animals involved, which ā yeah, okay, wishful thinking, BUT! Billiās owner posted a TikTok recently where she asks Billi what she wants ā a question Billi comprehends ā and Billi just responds āHappy Billiā.
The first time in the history of cats that the answer to this question has been nothing š¹
Also, Iām fascinated with the fact that three of the dogs who are using AAC to communicate have demonstrated an understanding of water in the abstract. Typically, a handler will model the word āwaterā with water in the bowl. I remember the first time I saw that Christina Hunger video where Stella accidentally broke her ābeachā button ā it wasnāt immediately able to be fixed, so the spot on the board remained vacant. Stella strung together the words āhelp water outsideā after looking at the place where the ābeachā button should be. Up until then, for me, it was just kind of a neat thing.
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Then Bunny displayed several uses water in the abstract. When her owner declined to take her to the beach, Bunny tried to get around the no by asking instead āplease water walkā. (Canāt find this video right now though I promise I tried.)
She also responded to high tide flowing beneath their house by saying āwater soundā, and later the same night when it rained, āwater outsideā.
Same day. Different references to water related events. Sheās generalizingš„ŗ #doggyanthem #fyp #dogsoftiktok #bunnythedog
Thereās also Polly on TikTok, who has used āwaterā and āplayā while outside, presumably to get some hose or pool time in. She also strung together the words āwater treat,ā resulting in a homemade pupsicle.
I guess you could say she was a...hot dog š„buh dum tssš„ #canineaac #aac #dogsoftiktok #cockapoo #pupsicle #hunger4words #theycantalk #talkin
Itās just neat to me that they recognize water as water in different states (ice, the ocean, in a bowl, rain) enough to use it to indicate things they want or hear or see! I think Bunny also called a baby seal a āwater hippoā at one point (because she has a button for her squeaky gray hippo toy). Like, Bunny has pretty much figured out times of day and is now trying to figure out āyesterdayā in relation to ātodayā and ātomorrowā. How do you model āyesterdayā to a dog??? Sheās also self-reported injuries to her paw three times ā two of those were barbed foxtails embedded between her toes that her owner didnāt know about!
Definitely check out the other participants if youāre interested! Bunny has learned the most words so far, probably, but Billi has a lot, too.
They have also done experiments with horses, who generally do not understand verbal language as well as dogs and cats, due perhaps to their relatively limited vocalizations. (Horses communicate primarily through body language).
They were able to train horses to ask for a blanket when they were too cold and ask for their blanket to be removed when they were too hot.
Now, in this case there is a direct reward (temperature correction), but they were given the choice between blanket on, blanket off, and no change, and chose what an outside observer would consider to be the correct option. (And furthermore, it demonstrated the basic understanding that blankets are, indeed, warm).
So even in animals that struggle to understand more than a handful of words, symbolic communication still works, which demonstrates that rather than beingĀ āstupid,ā horses are merely non-verbal/non-talking and perfectly capable of communicating when given an alternative means to do so.
I love all these videos and this discussion is so fascinating! People have always wondered what their animals are thinking/saying and now they are developing a way of actually figuring it out.
Wow. The patience, kindness and calm communication skills. Outstanding.
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This made me cry. I wish all situations could be handled as perfectly as this
I just want to point out the core of what the diffuser did in this conversation
They recognized that the mother was also expressing a vulnerable truth about herself - that she felt like a bad mother because her child was expressing gender feelings she wasnāt equipped to help with - and met her where she was, a concerned parent with limited information - to point her where she should be heading, research and resources.
Im going to make more of an effort to stop reflexively pushing people away when they express biases and make more of an effort to hear the underlying fears when i can
āitās easier to love ourselves when we feel loved as ourselvesā
damn that is soĀ powerful though
God this always makes me tear up ahahaā¦
This is SO BRILLIANT. I wish I were this calm and collected.
When I saw this house thatās listed for $7,690,000 I was wondering what was so special about it. Sure, itās big, but itās kind of plain, and Iām not thrilled w/the garage.Ā
It does have beautiful grounds.
And a pool.Ā
The kitchen is large, but if you like open concept, they put up a wall so you canāt see the family room.Ā
Most people want to keep an eye on the kids or interact with company while theyāre in the kitchen.Ā
The bathās arenāt spectacular.
The master is plain.
And the kids share one room. So, why is it so expensive?
Because it has a full size regulation hockey rink with heatedĀ team benches, lighted scoreboard, and locker rooms.
There are 2 of these- one for each team. They say that the Rangers played here.
Of course, since itās your own home, you have a sky box.Ā
And, it also comes with a Zamboni.Ā
https://www.6sqft.com/theres-a-professional-hockey-rink-at-this-7-7m-connecticut-home/
Gingerbread Cupcakes with Cinnamon Cream Cheese Frosting
If a ghost can open cupboards and break things, why not just take a pencil, find paper, write exactly why itās unhappy, and tape the message on the fridge.
It just became second nature to close all the cupboards first thing in the morning (even though theyād been closed the night before). Which was when things escalated from banging cupboard doors to actually breaking things.
Faucets, door handles, curtain rods ripped from the wallā¦ all the repairs started to add up.
āLook, I didnāt mind having an ethereal roommate, but I canāt afford to keep fixing all this shit. Hereās a pencil and some paper. Just write whatās bothering youāI doubt you could put anything that would be more expensive than having a plumber come out to replace all the faucets again.ā
The next morning thereās a scrawl line at the top of the page that devolved into an angry scribbling mess that tore through the page. Two cupboard doors were entirely ripped off.
āI donāt want to get someone in to banish you, but this is ridiculous. Just tell me what you want.ā
The second piece of paper is ripped into shreds and several knives are embedded in the wall.
A careful examination of the paper scraps show that it had the same scribbles as the first piece.
A quick trip to the library and a stop at a store later, there are kindergarten workbooks on learning to write spread across the counter.
āLook, I donāt know if youāre just being difficult, but I hope not. So I got an audiobook on learning to read and write, and here are some workbooks for kidsādonāt get madāto teach them their letters. Just press play on the stereo, and work through the books at your own pace. Iāll get more when you finish.ā
The first workbook is half-completed before being ripped to pieces, but at least there was no other damage. Replacing it is significantly cheaper than replacing cupboard doors.
It takes awhile, but eventually the workbooks progress to a fifth grade level. These ones are starting to be more costly (theyāre bigger, for one thing), but itās not even the money anymore. Little notes scrawled in a shaky hand appear on the steamy bathroom mirror
Have A gooD dy
Or written in ketchup on the counter (that was a frightening sight the first time)
You R out of MLK
And then one day thereās a message taped to the fridge. The spelling and penmanship isnāt the best, but itās legible and even signed.
Dear Occupente,
I have haunted this spot for ovr three huner hudre 300 years. My bones are dust and I am fergotN. I do not have wants to trap me. I am here 4 ever.
I am bord. Lonly.
I am sorrY 4 breaking things.
We be frends?
Syncerly Eloise
I love you, Eloise
Iāll play cards with you Eloise. And we can draw.
I collected a bunch of "haha I don't have 2020 vision" "oh God not like that" posts
I wouldnāt mind a sequel to this post š¤£
I have kept coming back to this post to see the reblogs, so I can give you the ones other people collected all in one place:
This one I actually found myself!
And I donāt think that this counts, but it still has the beautiful āAh, fuckā vibes the rest of the post does:
And letās not forget the cursed āSupernatural GIF Perfectly Describes 2020ā³ one:
@ferrousferrule:Ā You said you were looking for more and going through the reblogs, right? In which case this isnāt going to be of much use to you, but still. Just in case it is. :)
In hindsight, 2020 was a mistake.
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Okay in my house we have a strange tradition. My mother builds this beautiful Christmas village.
It wraps all around our house through the rooms and under the trees and itās wonderful.
Every year she hides the Christmas Vampire
This started when I was a very small got child and spread to all of my friends, including my best friend from elementary school who I just so happened to grow up and marry. Now that we have grown up and moved nearly 600 miles away we still always go home for a week at Christmas for multiple reasons, including the Christmas Vampire.
Needless to say we still partake and things have gotten heated.
Stay tuned for the epic conclusion and to see my husband and father in Lin-Manuel Mirandaās sooty costume when I find the Christmas Vampire First!
Happy Haunting!
Dad has no fricken clue how to trash talk and I donāt trust him in the slightest.
The saga continues. Mom hasnt finished the village yet and itās starting to get to herā¦.
Hahahaha, I mean I love this on multiple levels.Ā But what really threw it over the top was the momās anxiety over the world-building and city design being right.Ā I feel you vampire-hiding mom, I feel you.
Christmas town looks amazing, how much is the rent?
My mom has started constructing the village, and she would like you to know that the rent in the Christmas village is pay what you can and it can be in Christmas cookies. This village is very anti capitalist and when the Walmart moved in (my dad bought her a ceramic walmart) the villagers protested (read this as my mom made teeny tiny picket signs and stuck them to villagers hands)
OP was the picket successful did they run the walmart out of town? I need to know. I am so concerned. Does the vampire live in town? Is he a beloved yet eccentric member of the populace, or do the townsfolk live in fear of him? Does his bat have a warm place to sleep during winter?
The picket is on going. This year they are all socially distanced. The vampire lives on the mountain in an old house. No one fears him but there is a story every year. 2 years ago he frightened the carnival worker who operated the merry go round, gave him a heart attack and he was in the hospital! The vampire was so scared he fled and there was a man hunt (because everyone was afraid for their friend and also insurance) ā¦. My mom might be insane his bat is always with him and has a wing of the house to himself
I love this
For every one asking the protestors have changed their target in the village this year
Content warnings: Christmas, creatures of the night.
This. Is. Amazing. I think Iāve read the initial story about the Christmas Vampire before but itās gotten soooo much better now!
@ the person naming these: who are you? what is your life?
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