Wow. So I am sitting in Beanstalk cafe, on the corner of 8th Avenue and California Street. A quiet part of the city: Inner Richmond. I was not particularly enjoying myself. The lady who works here is quite nice, and the place looks inviting; there is an animal pelt under my feet, gotta love that shit. But then somebody (it’s just two ladies working), put on Lily Allen’s Smile. I don’t know if any of you know, but I love Lily Allen, particularly her first album Alright Still. Ugh. The song is over already. I can’t even tell whats playing, but I know it’s some bullshit. It’s all bullshit. Apparently I don’t operate kindly when fueled by 3 hours of sleep. It’s sad but it’s true. Maybe I have some other problems in my life I need to work out also.
I was intending to write when I came into this building this morning, and as I sit here writing I am thankful my sour attitude didn’t last long. Jack Johnson is playing now, and I can get behind that also. I have money in my pocket today, where as yesterday I didn’t. I have $958.00. Which isn’t much, but it’s what I’ve got. I don’t exactly know what I’m going to do with it either. I have all sorts of useless bullshit I desire to purchase, and a new computer is at the top of the list (everything is useless bullshit today, just bare with me). I just overheard the ladies at the counter talking that this place has only been open for 2 weeks. I also happened to notice their Help Wanted sign in the window. I could start working at 7 AM over here, and that would be an interesting gig. I have never worked in a coffee shop before. Well, in between that last sentence and this one, I went and re-observed the sign. I do not think I will be applying to work here, or at any second job as a matter of fact. I just like being a broke piece of shit, what can I say?
Damn. I just realized I have a grip of shit I gotta get doing if I want to get anywhere in life. Even all the ‘hardwork’ I put into this site isn’t enough. This isn’t even hard fucking work! I just get stoned and write. I’m kind of excited to start traveling, I think spending a little less time around weed could be good for my overall longevity. Plus it might be getting in the way of hardwork. Instead of writing outlined, concise, and overall efficient pieces, I just generate bullshit. You’re reading night soil ladies and gentlefucks.
I am in desperate want to generate an information sheet for MAC’D. We definitely need one, but also I am hoping there is money in it. I would like to write an article about recycling. In California, we separate the Garbage, Compost, and Recycling. That’s a big thing ladies and gentleman! And do you know what is something really important I learned? In order to save the planet, we’re going to have to start separating our garbage, probably by hand. If you work at a business, it is your responsibility to dig through and separate the waste. It is now part of every job description when working in a restaurant. Everyone is going to be a waste management specialist. In both Seattle and San Francisco, responsible waste management is enforced heavily. Business’ that are caught violating the law regarding recycling are slapped with sizable fines. There is no machine (yet) to make things cheaper, or faster, or easier; you’re going to start digging through garbage; or were all going to die. Maybe, someday, everyone will decide to place their waste into the proper container. But until then the responsible, and moral, and educated will do what they can, and right now the most practical thing we can do is the degrading and menial task of separating garbage (eventually we’re all going to have to quit eating red meat, so separating garbage ain’t even that bad, really). I also see a future where humans, specifically Americans, spend less time working for private interests, and more time growing their own sustainability. If every family that wanted red meat had to take care of their own cow? Well I think that would do wonders to shirk our carbon footprint. Nobody wants to take care of a damn cow.
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I downloaded the app Headspace. Wisely, they decided to advertise at the beginning or ASMR videos, and since I enjoyed the gentleman’s voice; found it relaxing, I downloaded the app. It is currently reminding me to ‘Get some Headspace,’ which I suppose means meditate. I agree that maybe I could get some Headspace this morning, and so I am going to plug in my headphones, and listen to this Aussie talk for 10 minutes on the subject I have indicated I would like to improve with Headspace: Focus. Wow a whole page already.
Okay. So I just finished my second session on Headspace, and I must say I am still quite infatuated with the man’s voice; it is quite relaxing. He talks about the mind wandering often, and my mind wanders quite often. Even when I should be writing a good, solid review of Headspace, all I can think is ‘this makes me want to record some ASMR.’ Totally not the point of this exercise! We already know I am going to be writing about ASMR, and to switch to filming videos would be a change of pace I do not wish to occur. My scatterbrainedness can be seen in the fact that my articles have no organization or theme. For instance: the money would definitely be in writing a solid review of Headspace, and from the title of the article all the way through the body of the work, I would stay focused on the Headspace app. Instead however, I simply bury my half-assed talk about Headspace in the middle of an article about nothing. Real wise of me, right? Well anyway, I am going to leave the Beanstalk Cafe, and probably go to Jo’s house. Eventually I have to make it down to the Mission today, and then I work at 6:15 PM until about 3 AM. Should be a good time. Friday and Saturday are money making days for me, and I am glad to have the mornings off those days to get some work done as well.
I am writing from a place called Asian Box, which is Asian street food in a box. I just happened to be walking around looking for places to eat. I was riding the Neo with Jo. I had decided I wanted to exit on Fillmore…Holy shit there is this constant alarm going off at the restaurant I am in, it’s intense. New folks working here, just like at MAC’D. Clearly the alarm is not a normal thing, or they would have figured it out. Okay, its over. Okay, so my food came, and it’s pretty damn good. Asian Box is probably healthier than MAC’D. I’ll tell you though, the only reason to make a comparison is because they are both based on the ‘Build Your Own!’ model. Thusly, I assembled my own concoction. The ingredients are quite fresh. I do enjoy the food. If you go to Asian Box, it is highly recommended you get all the toppings. Of course that’s what I did.
I am writing to you from Martha & Bros. Coffee Company. My first impressions are so-so. I thought the staff was helpful and friendly. All their products are to-go, so I got a small coffee and the last blueberry scone they had. I am eating the scone right now. It’s a pretty good scone as far as flavor, but it is fluffy, and I like a high density scone. One factor that will play a big role on if I return to this coffee shop or not, is the fact that it is located in Noe Valley. I occasionally do some work in Noe Valley for Saloonbox (I load the boxes), but other than that I am hardly in the area. It is far away from everything else I have associated myself with, and it is one of the more expensive areas in the city. I am plowing thru this scone. It is quite good, I must say, but still the density lacks. At the end of the day, I guess I wish I had simply returned to my usual: Union Street Coffee House. I also have to work at 4:30 today, and the commute from here will turn out to be quite sizable. To be honest…since my coffee is in a to-go cup I am considering just packing up and hitting the bus back to the other side of town. The 24 would be the way to go. Damn. I just got here. But I am trying to kill a sizable amount of time, and I just don’t feel at home doing such a thing here. The time is 10:22 AM.
Well that was quite a journey, and now I’m at MAC’D. One of the owners, Chen-Chen, is in the office behind me. I am waiting for food. I left Martha & Bros coffee, hit the 24 bus north on Divisidero, got off at union street and sat in the Union Street Coffee Shop for a little over an hour looking at surface tablets on the internet. I drank only one cup of coffee, but the caffeine content must have been high; I’m pretty jittery. Afterward I decided to come in to eat at work because, well, I like the food. Also I can write and chill out for a little bit before I start my shift. Today will be a bit different, in that I will be cleaning for a couple hours before I begin a night of expediting food to hungry customers. I am really beginning to settle into my employment at MAC’D. I enjoy the all the tasks I do, and I really feel like I am contributing to the world around me, in a way that can also benefit me.
I am sitting here thinking of all the ways I can make money. Let me tell you, when you can make money off of a popular project, and the money you make doesn’t deduct/take from the profit of said project: you will be doubly rewarded. It is in this spirit that I write about MAC’D. People are already going to be Googling my place of work, right? Why not give them the opportunity to read a blog written by one of the MAC’D employees (me, duh)? I believe folks will find me when they search for MAC’D, as my website will show up in the Google results. From what I have researched about SEO and appearing in Google results, creating original content is key. Beyond that, we all know Keywords will always be the ‘key’ to people finding your page, maybe even moving on to Key Phrases nowadays. Perhaps vocabulary size will be taken into account? I just write, and in my writing I mention where I am, or who I work for, or where I am traveling, and I simply trust Google to present my website to the proper interested parties. What I am getting at in the end is: I think there is money in writing about MAC’D. I think writing about my work will increase both of our reputations, and in the end, that which I write about MAC’D will be of value and useful nature in the future, maybe even the far future.
That’s it for me today. I just ate a full bowl of MAC’D, and damn, I’m full enough for two. Now I will go clock in and work a solid 8 hours. I need the money, and am happy to catch the hours. The time is 1:58 PM in San Francisco.
In contrast to how much I had been hitting these keys, I haven’t written in quite some time. After comparing the above writing to my clock-in times on Homebase (the app MAC’D uses for for scheduling), I have come to the conclusion the last time I wrote was Monday. I clocked in two hours early to do some cleaning that day. Then I worked Tuesday from (roughly) 4-10, and when I got off of work I took the bus over to Jo’s house, and after a little bit of discussion, followed by a research binge, we booked one night at the Days Inn in Monterrey, California. Since my last writing I have: Seen the first theater in California, visited the Monterrey Bay Aquarium, failed to stop at the Robert Louis Stevenson house, took a ride down Guadeloupe Canyon Parkway, and to wrap it all up I lost my In and Out virginity. I work at 6:15 PM tonight. But…
The time is 8:42 AM, and it is Friday in San Francisco. I am writing to you from Union Street Coffee House. It is still early, but perhaps it only feels that way because I only recently arrived at the coffee house. I awoke in Jo’s bed this morning, and I was well rested. As I age rest occasionally eludes me, even when I am vigilant about it’s apprehension. Today I woke rested, which is good because that rest has to carry me through until I leave work at 3 AM.
Already today I have scheduled an appointment to submit my passport application. Woohoo! I have long since been speaking of a lifestyle that requires leaving the county, but not until today have I commenced forward progression on the topic. Soon I will be able to travel the world, and I am sure I will learn some stuff. However, I have already decided I am, simply, going to write, so I will not worry about judgment and the evolution of my writing. To read my writing at 25, is to be listening to a 25 year old. Lest I be worried about how folks will compare that to my work of 10 years later! So as I make foolish mistakes, premature judgments, and write the inevitable folly that folks must write in order to grow, I maintain my constant vigilance, and I keep my emotions in check. I am just going to write, and try to get better. Especially when it comes to this blog; I am just going to write in a flowing sense. I just sit down, and I write what comes into my mind. For the future of this website, and for any books I will write in the future, my approach to accomplishing my goals may be different. Today however, I just want to write. Thusly, this is what you receive.
I am now at SPARC. All the 8th’s are 40% off, so I bought one. Smoking on some Pineapple. A 15% indica. I prefer an indica, but consumed copiously it can be over-cumbersome, you know? I have found that smoking on a low percentage allows me to smoke all day without experiencing any dramatic crashes. If you start your day smoking on some 29% Gorilla Glue, you got nowhere to go. Anyway, that is (almost) enough about cannabis. In the future I will consume less of it, simply because that is what life demands. By continuing what I do with the Heart Of Zeus Blog, I am choosing a certain lifestyle. I am a traveling writer. With that lifestyle may or may not come prosperity, and if I limit myself not to strictly a traveling writer, if I am more than that…well than I am simply doing what is necessary to manifest thy personal destiny in the modern day. But I’m probably going to keep smoking pot y’all.
After I leave here I am going to REI to get some more information on sleeping bags and traveling with them, and from there I am going to the Microsoft store to get some question answered, mostly about the Microsoft Surface. I need a lighter machine to travel with, but I also want to expand my skill set. I am going to end up spending some money, and in the end I will have a lightweight and efficient machine to travel with, and that will be my tool. Gotta keep my tool and my wit sharp, so I am going to learn what I can.
I am writing to you from Ashley’s cafe, which is in the neighborhood of Inner Richmond in San Francisco. Unfortunately I am experiencing the same problem here I experience everywhere else, in that the coffee has a very high caffeine content. Damn…I hate being disappointed in things. Alas, I am disappointed in this cafe. I said that last time I went to a cafe up here, and that one was Beanstalk cafe. One thing about the beanstalk cafe however was that the dark roast coffee was actually a pretty dark roast. Low caffeine is what I like, and it’s impossible to find in this city, but Beanstalk cafe provided. If you’re in Inner Richmond and you’re looking for a morning coffee, go Beanstalk. I hate to admit it, but Ashley’s cafe has reasonably priced food, and it’s pretty tasty. I am about to finish my breakfast sandwich.
I work a double today, and I am happy to be getting the extra hours. What is no good is that I did not plan very well, and now I am stuck with having to run around before my shift starts at 11 AM. The time is currently 7:33 AM. So I am going to work the register at MAC’D for 6 hours, then I get an hour and fifteen minute break, and I will finish the night with 9 more hours working the expediting position. The one dilemma I happened to overlook is: my sleeping situation. I am not entirely sure what my plan for the night is yet, but I have stopped in this cafe to figure that situation out, and so far all I’ve done is write these two paragraphs.
The time is 5:22 AM and I am at Lori’s diner on Powell and Sutter in San Francisco. I am very tired. I have been brought here by an unfortunate series of events, the telling of which I may be to weary to partake in. The responsibility can be held partially by me, in that I am refusing to pay for 2 nights at a hostel, wherein any usual circumstance a guest would be very much required to pay for both nights; it is 5 AM, and check in isn’t until 3 PM. However being as I am Chris Buckley, I can do no such thing: paying for two nights. And so I left, and now I am at Lori’s diner.
I worked 16 hours today, and I am refusing to drop an extra $56 for sleep. I wish I could redirect this shrewd-stubbornness into forward motion, but so far I have not figured out the secret. My, oh my. I ended at Lori’s diner because Pine Crest and Jack in the Box didn’t have outlets. This place has an outlet. I’m sitting at a triangle table, and I am facing the door. There is an old style radio to my left, and the clock upon it is stuck at 9:23. But the music! It’s all oldies, and the genres seem to differ greatly. It’s chaotic, especially right now at 5 AM. I sit here in the diner, and I am pondering my return to the Adelaide. I had visited a different hostel, HI in Fort Mason, earlier in the night. They gave me the same story, that I could not check in until 3 PM, but that is pretty much what I had expected from Hosteling International. When I lived in Seattle, HI and City Hostel were the main competition of Green Tortoise. I met many a folk that stayed at both; I was a simple tortoise dweller, and only recently was I force to come out of my shell. Anyway, the gentleman at HI was accommodating to the degree in that he did not ask me to leave, which was nice; remember I just showed up with a couple of bags at 4 AM. I called Adelaide Hostel from HI and came to an understanding with the man on the phone. Upon my arrival to Adelaide I immediately redirected myself to the Dakota Hotel, attempting to save four dollars. This is where things take a turn for worse. Sadly, a young women was working there, and apparently she is behind my abhorrent refusal. Not only was I told the 4 dollar price difference did not exist, I then had to leave the hostel and seek refuge in this diner. I have eaten food, and now I am full and sleep. I know not what I am going to do. [As I was editing this I realized that I did in fact know what I was going to do. And so, in the end, I went back to the Adelaide during a time the owner was present, and he allowed me to check it early].
The time is 10:33 PM, and I am at Adelaide Hostel. I was given privileges to check in early, and I am grateful for that. Everyone should stay at the Adelaide, and of course we know the Heart Of Zeus philosophy that is If You Can Wit Your Way Into It, Smitten It Was [I had just made that up, I’ve never actually said such a thing].
I am sooo fucking tired of carrying this HUGE HP Pavillion dv7 around. I really think in the next day or two I will be purchasing a new laptop [never happened]. I look around me here, inside the Family Room (as I will call it) of the Adelaide, and I forsure have the largest laptop in the room. If there was anything I learned from my short but wonderful time in Texas: Bigger is always Better. Alas, I am much to crippled to be lugging this titan around, and the HP must go for that reason. If I was in full health, perhaps I would carry this computer until it ultimately failed me. The case is however that I will reassign this machine, and the new user may be the one to accompany my long used HP to it’s death; it’s final departing days. I am selling the computer. I will first purchase a new computer, and then I will sell the old…my CD drive just popped out for no reason. That was really fucking strange. Like it just happened and I had to break off and talk about that shit. It’s a button on the side of the computer, and I’m all hands on deck with the keyboard. I smoked a spliff tonight and I am feeling that tobacco a wee bit. Those 10 years of smoking cigs did me no favors, and if anything simply ruined a good spliff life I could have lived. I spend a lot of time with folks from Europe, and they all smoke spliffs. Tonight I was simply given a spliff, so of course I chiefed that motherfucker. And now I’m writing. Omg lol, this was supposed to be a lil two sentence blurb, because what I really want to be doing is looking at laptops online, and I just wanted to write a small update. I intend to buy a new machine soon, and that means the next time I write to you may be from that new machine. Only time will tell, but I am thinking I want the device ‘sooner than already there’: STAT. I need small machine. What’s the smallest laptop? What do YOU think I should be getting? Will Chris make the right choice? Find out next time on:
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The time is 1:35 AM in San Francisco, and I am at Lori’s Diner again. I was editing my above writing, because I have drunk too much coffee, and simply decided it was a good time to edit. However, just moments ago four police officers walked into the joint. It appeared that they meant business, although I had detected no disturbance prior. It has been nearly a whole minute now and nothing has happened, so I am concluding nothing is happening. Oh shitt two more officers just walked in. One got a menu. They must just be craving food. Interesting. Lori’s is definitely busier now (1 AM) than the last time I was here (5 AM), which was the only time I was here, and I wrote about it in this very article lol. Last time I had the Blues Burger, this time I am having the Lori’s Burger, which comes with sweet potato fries. I smashed the whole thing pretty quick. Probably not a wise thing, since I was interested in staying up all night, and then getting breakfast with Jo. I still intend to get breakfast with her, but perhaps I will catch a couple Z’s between now and then. We are going to have breakfast at Mama’s, which is a popular place in North Beach. I had never heard of it, and neither of us have been. Once I am there I will probably recognize the restaurant. I bet it’s expensive. Everything is expensive in the Bay area. It’s kind of excessive, but the money is also available to be made here, so what is to be said else on the subject? I am here. [I did catch some Z’s, and we ate at Pork Store Cafe in the Haight instead].
Yeah those cops are definitely just eating some food. Nothing exciting happened. I got the bill however. $20.39 Lame. But I am going to pay it, right? I do wonder what things will be like for me when I begin to travel. If money was no object, I guess I would just hop from cafe to cafe on foot, drinking coffee and tea, and staying an hour or more as I wrote from them all; or perhaps just surfed the internet. In San Francisco that lifestyle gets quite expensive. It is what I am doing right now. I already bought a $4 coffee at Denny’s, and I would have spent twice that if my friend hadn’t requested to have his coffee removed from the bill. I was taken aback when he told me his plan of action, although is it true that he didn’t drink the coffee, and also I am down with saving money. The waiter removed his coffee from the bill, and I saved $4. I couldn’t believe it. Definitely learning from Casey. He’s the dude I am going to have help me raise money. What are we raising money for? In order to sum it up rapidly, we are raising money for an independent blog.
Okay four of the cops just left. One of them was like “Gotta go commit crime asknfuiarenoie…,” he said more as he left, but the jist is that he was complaining, I think because they didn’t even have enough time to receive their food. Hmm. We shall see what happens. I’m texting Jo. She’s working the overnight shift at the Hostel. It’s been a good 5 minutes now and two of the cops have been posted up near the front since the other four left. Nothing else has happened. I think there was 8 cops in total, which means two probably have food by now. Okay. I think I am going to leave the diner now. The time is 2:09 AM in SF, and the date is…OMG it’s the got-damn fourth of July folks! Woo! Firework time! Although I know not where to find then. I work tonight from 4-10 PM though, so I might miss the firework show San Francisco puts on; if they put on any.
I am back at Ashley’s cafe. Besides Union Street Coffee House, it is one of the only coffee shops that opens at 6 AM. USCH remains my favorite place to write in the city (by a long shot), but this coffee shop was very close to me, and so here I am. One of the things I dislike about this place is the music they play. It is all very popular radio music, and sometimes I find it hard to concentrate because I am singing the songs. Come to think of it, I don’t even know if USCH plays music. Right now I’m listening to Hoosier. Fun Fact: I didn’t know Hoosier was a place until I met, and followed on Instagram, Parker Pickett, a friend of mine I met at the Green Tortoise. He’s in a band called Indian Old School, and from the pictures I’ve seen I bet they put on a good show. Now the workers of Ashley’s are playing ‘The A Team’, by Ed Sheeran. What a terribly sad song lol. OH! But now they are playing some…acoustic version…of You Will Be Loved, by Maroon 5. I can get behind Songs about Jane. Hmm. I never really considered what the name Jane meant to me until my grandmother passed, but now I realize it means a lot to me. That was her name. Jane Kathleen Armstrong, and when she married my Grandfather, Frederick Richard Kennard, well then she became Jane Kennard. She would remain Jane Kennard until her death. But the point of this is, I am now hearing and seeing her name how she would see it. I am more observant about the name Jane. Plain and simple.
Last night was hella busy at work. First off, one of the strongest kitchen assets we have, Skye, did not come into work. Realistically this wasn’t the end of the world, because one of our managers Eric was present and handled the situation quite well, albeit his level of fatigue was surprisingly high. I am not sure what the owner is asking of Eric as the General Manager of the the MAC’D empire, but like most people I meet, he is probably underpaid. I am still very much enjoying working for MAC’D. First off, it’s damn-good for my reputation. I am slowly realizing my innate alignment with pop culture is unavoidable, and MAC’D fits that bill perfectly; have you seen the viral video about MAC’D online? When it comes to pop culture: it is not that I desire to be apart of it, it is that I am a part of it. I have been molded intimately by pop culture. My mother and my grandmother both had a keen interest in the lives of celebrities. I never understood their interest in reading People, and Star magazine, but nonetheless I picked those magazines up too. I was always looking for the money, though. The people in those magazines are rich people, and that is what incited me most. Now I realize many of the people in those magazines are also hardworkers, and they have chosen to do a form of work they (mostly) enjoy. If only I viewed things as such during my youth. However, all of those years of having my mother and my grandmother intertwining their lives with the folks in those magazines, has brought me to a similar place. I am in the midst of choosing a career path that delegates my work to being popular, or failing.
I am just writing because it feels good, and I am well aware I am just writing about…me, basically; for lack of a better. Who do I think will be interested to read about my life? Who do I think will find my blog inciting simply because ‘it’s written by a pretty cool dude,’ ? Well, honestly, I am not so sure it’s everyday people. It might be a different breed of folks who enjoy my blog. Musicians, artists, actors, and public figures certainly fit the bill. Or should I say, there exists musicians, artists, actors, and public figures which would be interested in reading my blog, and I intend to find them, and I intend to introduce myself. The more popular a person is, and if they expose themselves to the world in the fashion a celebrity must, then the easier I can determine if they are the type of individual who would enjoy my blog. From afar I can examine their personality, then target advertise to them, and ideally they start reading my blog organically (remember I could have targeted them wrong, or maybe my advertisement just didn’t hit right). When a new reader to my blog is of a popular nature, then the hardwork I put in finding that reader will be exponentially returned to me, as they tell their friends and followers about my blog. Is that hoping for to much? I know that most people would say yes. Some would even find it presumptuous of me to…be an egotistical bastard? But let me break it down for you: first of all, my parents were never married. Second, my wit is exceeded only by that of my girlfriend Jo. Thirdly, an ego based on cleverness does not appear overnight, and remain standing; this is not Turkey.
I have talked about a whole lot of nothing so far today. Ugh. And I drank just a tiny bit of coffee, and of course I smoked a little reefer, and I am feeling a little scatterbrained. I do enjoy smoking weed, but it is quite annoying the effect it has on memory. I was not finished writing the above paragraph, but I lost my thought process as I refined a single statement over, and over again, eventually losing sight of the overall picture and my vigor to continue writing it. I meant to tell you that my ego is built of bricks formed by years of friendly encouragement, but I spent too much time seeking out a better word than ‘coddling,’ and eventually the whole rest of the idea wet to pot. Here I am; back to talking about nothing. I wrote this whole paragraph (so far) in the time it took me to write the final two sentences of the last one. I don’t even know. Sometimes I think being human is a curse, at least this late in the game. As my ole friend Corey told me once (and this statement has only gotten more true over time), ‘Freewill throws a wrench in my plans all the time.’ That how I feel. My life is as organic as it gets for a blogger in the modern day. My freedom is full and bountiful. Sometimes that gets in the way of hardwork and success, because I lack self-discipline and self-control. These are the things I hope to work on the most when I travel to India and South East Asia. In telling you about my goals, I am forcing some accountability unto myself. I think this is a good practice. The time is 8:02 AM in San Francisco. It is July 5th. [P.S. – I sat here in Ashley’s cafe and edited this thing (finally) right away, and now it is posting time! Woo! It is is now 9:28 AM in SF].
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