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  <title>crawling out of suburbia</title>
  <subtitle>i'll be your hex.</subtitle>
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    <name>rylie</name>
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  <updated>2006-02-20T22:42:05Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shemovesshe:69409</id>
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    <title>SXSW 2006</title>
    <published>2006-02-20T22:35:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-20T22:42:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cunninlynguists - The Light</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay so I just took my first peek at the sxsw lineup. Its about time to get excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-OS, Jean Grae, Talib Kweli, Immortal Technique, Jedi Mind Tricks, Apathy, Devin tha Dude, Big Juss, The Legendary KO, Soul Position, Blockhead, Cage, Awol One, Blackalicious, Busdriver, Daedelus, Caural, Doujah Raze, Kid606 and the Tigerbeat6 friends, Supernatural, Kev Brown, Visionaries, Dj Muggs, Her Space Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone see anything else that im missing that i should check out let me know please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also rented Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance, and Sympathy for Lady Vengeance - the first two in the Chan-Wook Park trilogy. The only things I had seen by him were his contributions to Three ... Extremes, and of course, Oldboy. They were both very good. Excellent director.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shemovesshe:69138</id>
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    <title>shemovesshe @ 2006-02-20T14:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-20T20:45:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-20T20:45:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Aceyalone and Rjd2 - Here and Now</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh, wow. Hello again - ELJAY.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shemovesshe:69026</id>
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    <title>Changes.</title>
    <published>2005-09-30T04:45:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-30T06:26:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Blockhead - The First Snowfall</lj:music>
    <content type="html">After untying the minutes, it seemed as if they had &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; been stretched out by hooks on opposite ends, and held right up against the light. While my back was turned, even! I had been accustomed to gambling with my own time, always seeming to loose it, but not this go around. I was suddenly completely conscious of every second, every nano-second - and then, it was all slowed down and instantly seconds seemed to be comprised of their own and those of their own as well. Nothing escaped me save any comprehension of this new reality. I was seeing blurred imperfections on the surface that I had never noticed before. Who had placed the minutes just out of my reach? And who had tied them so closely to the light? I was boggled and living alone in a single day of light, then dark, light, then dark again. It was a season of the same day, and the monotony was doing peculiar things to me. In the darkness of this day, I was cold and isolated under the strange spell of this newness and ignorant to the similar darkness of emotions that it evoked in me. During the light of this day, under the same spell of newness, I was able to bask in the sunlight, absorb the details that I hadn't been able to see before, and &lt;i&gt;glow!&lt;/i&gt; inside because of the beauty that hadn't been there in the dark before. Perhaps not so much to my dismay, I found myself bored and accustomed to the details, and felt trapped under the tarp of minutes. As I pulled the cord to release it all, beginning a spiral into [another] unknown, I caught myself holding my breath. &lt;i&gt;Where would I end up this time?&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shemovesshe:68670</id>
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    <title>know the trees, because the dirt is temporary</title>
    <published>2005-09-26T21:49:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-28T08:07:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>TV on the Radio - Staring at the Sun</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm having a moment for you. I listen to tracks over and over again all the time, but not like this. I'm remembering jumping into pools at 5 in the morning in the rain with all our clothes on. I remember yoga in the parking lots when no one else was around. I remember falling asleep on the couch after hours of law and order: svu. I remember job hunting and the lady at the gnc who never called us back. I remember Domonic who always gave us deals on 1.75s. I remember homemade tattoos and dance dance revolution OOC. I remember the TC who lived around the corner with all his conspiracies. I remember lucky charms and boca burgers. I remember moving your mom out and driving down 6th street with a rug hanging out of my window. I remember fried ice cream extravaganzas, frozen strawberry margaritas and nachos at chuys. I remember the metal spiral stair set at scotts. I remember that 6th street pizza smell when i picked you up from work. I remember panhandling on riverside and days of productivity. I remembering singing at the tops of our lungs after a long day of tubing. I remember Morrisey and Queens of the Stone Age. Tv on the Radio. I remember crossword puzzles. I remember secret 911. I remember lots of hair dye. I remember Sky Dancers and Pall Malls. Lone Star and Kentucky Deluxe. Mad Dog 20/20 and buy one get ones. I remember finding enough money for a bean burrito especial and being excited because i could share half of it with you. I miss you, I love you, and wherever you are, this moment's for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/Rylie/gretelandrylar.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shemovesshe:68222</id>
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    <title>free-lance excess reduction engineers engaging in the reallocation of surplus...</title>
    <published>2005-08-31T14:24:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-31T14:27:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...I wondered who the barbarians were, the contemptible. Those operating the machine, enslaving the people, and bleeding the Earth dry. Producing things only to throw them away, digging a hole only to fill it up again. Or those who saw the absurdity of it all, and chose to humbly wait in the shadows of that machine and pick up the crumbs..."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt; --anon</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shemovesshe:68089</id>
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    <title>shemovesshe @ 2005-08-31T00:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-31T05:24:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-31T14:30:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mono - Halcyon (Beautiful Days)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Music says so much more than words.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shemovesshe:67479</id>
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    <title>collective psychosis</title>
    <published>2005-08-11T19:40:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-11T19:40:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rainstick Orchestra - A Closed Circuit</lj:music>
    <content type="html">We have underestimated ourselves tragically. &lt;br /&gt;Fearing our potential greatness as much as our present weakness; slaves so often to our wayward motives and emotions. &lt;br /&gt;Our time is too short to cater to our own personal resistances and attachments, to linger on any one concept or feeling. Too short to miss our opportunities to savor the absolute ineffable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Wherever you are, whatever your condition is, always try to be a lover."&lt;/i&gt; -Rumi</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shemovesshe:67109</id>
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    <title>a/typical</title>
    <published>2005-08-07T11:27:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-07T11:58:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>kelpe -  petrified</lj:music>
    <content type="html">words fail me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelpe - a sea in your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it beats my heart, now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shemovesshe:67043</id>
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    <title>kurt cobain of comedy</title>
    <published>2005-07-12T02:53:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-12T02:53:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/report/0,6115,1080613_7_0_,00.html"&gt;http://www.ew.com/ew/report/0,6115,1080613_7_0_,00.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shemovesshe:66728</id>
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    <title>Calling it before it happens....</title>
    <published>2005-06-24T02:58:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-24T02:58:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Black Market Militia - Dead Street Scrolls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">DETROIT.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shemovesshe:66319</id>
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    <title>shemovesshe @ 2005-06-14T23:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-15T04:04:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-15T04:06:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>One Be Lo - Who Got da Props</lj:music>
    <content type="html">DETROIT.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shemovesshe:65640</id>
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    <title>Take a Walk.</title>
    <published>2005-01-29T13:31:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-29T13:32:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why do I wait up for you? Why do I make sure I make you feel special? Why do I even put up with the mood swings, the attitudes, the neverending ups and downs. The rollercoaster. I befriend boys because (as cliche as it probably sounds), I feel sometimes more like a guy than a girl in the way that I react to things. To situations presented to me. The everyday scenerios that i encounter, and re-encounter. My outcome always the same. The misintrepreted bitch that is expected to do favors, instead of kindling a friendship. Favor after favor, effort after effort, my undying desire to show the people I care for that they are special. That they aren't just anyone. &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its because I felt like I was taken advantage of before, and that there was nothing i wanted more than to feel special. Unique. Knit tightly into a friendship where an understanding becomes possible. The understanding that  I EXHAUST what I do, to make my friends feel wanted and desired. Deserving of the best. &lt;br /&gt;But why, oh why, after everything i give, do i end up being taken from. Walked on. Trampeled at best. &lt;br /&gt;I just want, for one day, to feel special. Feel the way I would, if my efforts were in any way reciprocated...</content>
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    <title>shemovesshe @ 2005-01-27T18:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-28T00:38:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-28T00:38:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>fsol</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today is cold and wet. I didn't get to sleep until way too early this morning so I slept through a doctors appointment I had, simply because I can't resist the extra few minutes rest when I hear the drumming on my window outside. When my eyes had finally opened, I remembered who was lying next to me. The night before had been unreasonable in the way I had been treated by someone I was doing TOO much for. Someone I didn't have to do anything for, someone with a ego so big I'm sure he thinks he is doing ME a favor by sticking around. And while I enjoy his company, logic couldn't decipher this one. I decided to shrug it off, and see if the behavior becomes reoccurring, after all I enjoy the friendship. I groaned, rolled out of bed and made my way into the living room to get ready for an interview. I sat down on the couch and ended up falling asleep for a few more hours. Nothing can convince me waking up is a good idea on days like today. When I had finally decided it was time to really stir, I showered, brushed my teeth and set out into the weather to accomplish whatever would become the day. After taking a stranded friend to work, taking another friend to see her new apartment, and then picking up Taco Bell for everyone, I wondered how it was that I seemingly became a Taxi. Another notion shrugged off and dismissed as coincidence. I like helping friends out, I just sometimes don't understand to the fullest extent how, in the end, I usually end up walked all over. At least I know, now, when to put my foot down. And today, was a perfect day to shrug off everything - a perfect day to let the rain wash it all away. A perfect day to decide to smile for no reason whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;And now, I sit in front of my computer with a cup of hot chocolate and some old future sound of london, warming up, drying off, and ready for anything that might come my way tonight. &lt;br /&gt;It must be the hot cocoa. It's a cup of energy, rejuvenation, and a cup of complete relaxation somehow rolled into one. A movie and some socks sounds essential to this equation...</content>
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    <title>Brief Hello.</title>
    <published>2005-01-27T03:49:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-27T03:49:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Daft Punk - Make Love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I suppose the times that I don't update means that I am doing well, without the time to fuck around so much on the internet. I have been working at Fossil at Barton Creek Mall, but have an interview tomorrow with Simon (like Lori) information booth tomorrow at 3. Germany was fun. I got to stay in Kaiserslautern, an hour south of Frankfurt. Got to visit Trier, Amsterdam, and a few other German towns for shopping. The dollar was terrible over there so I kept my spending to a minimal. It was funny, I bought african imports while i was in germany - where i should have been buying german trinkets and such.&lt;br /&gt;My family is well, save my mother, who must go in for her third brain operation. This time a vein has grown into an artery, and the vein can withstand the pressure that the artery is putting on it, thus causing it to spider out all over her brain, causing numerous anerusyms. She's already had two clipped, and three large tumors removed from her head. I think if one more thing goes wrong up there, she'll decide to not have anymore surgery at all leaving it it "God's hands." I don't know what i'll think if that happens. &lt;br /&gt;I had a boyfriend for a couple of days before I remembered that I didn't want one at all. And he started acting his age, 19. I know more 16 year olds that act more mature than him. His looks just lured me in, I think. I need to stop letting that happen. Besides, I have gotten accustomed to being single. I don't know anyone who could handle me anyway. We have grown close though, and I would consider him one of my very good friends as he has been staying over here for about a week after being abondoned here in TX by a psycho bitch who flew him in from his home in Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;In Feb, I'll be headed to bitter North Dakota for Valentines Day. Jeremy Baker is flying me up as his xmas gift from his roommate. The trip will be refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;More recently, my best friend and I have been arguing somewhat, i think after spending too much time together or because of differentiating feelings. This has been kind of rough for me, but after talking some with him, I think I'm just going to let things calm until he's ready to rekindle. After doing what I can while seeing little effort on the opposite end, I guess this is all I can do. &lt;br /&gt;Money has been an issue as of late as I've been blowing what I get on bullshit. I ended up pawning my ps2 [whimper], and my flat screen moniter. So here I sit, in front of an huge, old screen typing away. &lt;br /&gt;I think thats all thats been going on. Maybe here in a few I'll actually feel like putting some emotion into a public entry. Most of anything of substance has been hidden behind a locked "private" label.&lt;br /&gt;The TV rumbling in the background is promising rain. I look forward to this, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you are well; I need to catch up on a lot of you's lives. Forgive me for slacking........&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>More from where that came from.</title>
    <published>2005-01-11T00:05:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-11T00:05:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Blueprint - Pendulum Master (feat. windnbreeze)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Went to Europe for the holidays. Had a fantastic time.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be paying a lot more attention to livejournal from now on. &lt;br /&gt;I took a much needed breather, but now I'm back, suckas.</content>
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    <title>shemovesshe @ 2004-12-31T12:25:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-30T18:26:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-30T18:26:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">happy birthday, my deceased.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shemovesshe:64186</id>
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    <title>shemovesshe @ 2004-12-04T01:28:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-04T07:30:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-04T07:30:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I could really use a friend right now. &lt;br /&gt;Just one.</content>
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    <title>Get your asses out!</title>
    <published>2004-10-08T18:28:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-08T18:28:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>drone zone - soma fm</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tonight: &lt;big&gt;DO MAKE SAY THINK.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the parish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to see some of you who appreicate the finer things in life, out there.&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting for this for a long time.</content>
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    <title>Long time no see...</title>
    <published>2004-10-02T05:41:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-02T05:42:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Do Make Say Think</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/Rylie/rylie10yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Haircut..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/Rylie/rylie16sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/Rylie/rylie14color.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/Rylie/rylie11color.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo credits to jessica. thanks hun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shemovesshe:63171</id>
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    <title>Help COmputerrr.</title>
    <published>2004-09-04T20:43:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-04T20:43:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dj shadow - organ donor</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My computer blew up again. This time there are no wires connecting to the actual power botton. Why. Oh. Why. Ah well. Saves on the time warner bill.</content>
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    <title>Tattoo.</title>
    <published>2004-08-20T09:28:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-20T09:50:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Grouch - Once Upon A Rhyme</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I got my first tattoos. I enjoyed the feeling as opposed to feeling any pain. They are two abstact elephants on the underside of my upper forearms. The one on the right is blue. The one on the left is grey. Any tattoos I get from here on out are going to be african. Anything related to africa has become my obsession. And while I don't have a picture of the actual tat yet, this is a picture of what the elephants look like. (i've already been asked if i was a republican)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/Rylie/948manada2.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>Crackin'.</title>
    <published>2004-08-18T08:41:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-18T08:41:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>some swishahouse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://home.comcast.net/~nemesis2207.2/sylvain_july2004_8lj.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>shemovesshe @ 2004-08-12T03:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-12T08:24:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-12T08:24:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hope Sandoval and the Warm Inventers - Charlotte</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have somehow aquired a new cat. My apartment has been transformed into a jungle of territorial veloceraptors.</content>
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    <title>YEAH.</title>
    <published>2004-08-07T19:04:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-07T19:04:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Prodigy - Medusa's Path</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.10eastern.com/images/FoundPhotos/images/000_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Perfect.</title>
    <published>2004-07-30T18:35:57Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Without a soundtrack, human interaction is meaningless.&lt;/b&gt; I once spent an evening chatting about the complexity of modern relationships with a male acquaintance, his ex-girlfriend, and her roommate. When I went to bed that night, I thought our coversation had been wonderful. Twelve hours later, I was informed that the ex-girlfriend had spent the entire evening 'in a rage,' apparently because the other male in our foursome had been 'brooding and surly,' creating a tension that subsequently made the ex-girlfriend's roomate 'completely uncomfotable' with the nature of the dialogue. I never noticed any of this. &lt;b&gt;I never have any idea how other people feel; they always appear fine to me.&lt;/b&gt; But if somebody had pointedly played Pat Benatar's 'Love is a Battlefield' that night, I'm sure I could have constructed some empathy."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Chuck Klosterman</content>
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