Chico left us on Tuesday night. He would have been 11 years old this month. He was with us for 10 years. 10 years of constant joy, love and goofiness.
You hear people talk about “good dogs”. Chico was one of the best. He was, truly, our fur baby. He was one of us. I know he loved us and we loved him back, fiercely.
Chico was ill. He was diagnosed with dilated cardiomyopathy; in May of this year, we were told his life expectancy would be 6 months. We were devastated. We could not imagine life without him. Now, we have no choice.
He loved everyone; okay, except for cats. He was not fond of cats, everything else was fair game for lovings. Even skunks but that didn’t turn out so well, on a couple of occasions but he kept trying.
I don’t verbalize very well; I write out my thoughts, my feelings. And…I am finding that words are failing me. There is no way to express how much we loved him. The void…the hole that was punched through, by his leaving us, is huge. The emptiness? Indescribable.
I want to concentrate on all the positive memories but right now, they just seem to emphasize that hole.
I want to take comfort knowing that we never had to decide when he was suffering and to help him end it. I know, deep in my heart, it isn’t a decision I would ever have made.
I want to take comfort knowing that he left us, in his own sweet bed, in his sleep, with Dave and I by his side.
I want to take comfort knowing that it was quick.
I want to take comfort knowing that the vow we made, when he came into our lives, to always give him the best, to love him, and yes, to spoil him, was a vow we kept.
I want to take comfort in all these things but comfort is very hard to come by, right now. Perhaps in the coming months, coming years, that comfort will help to, somehow, soften the edged of that hole in our hearts.
I want to believe that this is simply, as is said in Quebec, “A bien tôt”. I want to believe that he is with my Mom and Dad, waiting for the day that we are all together; the three of them, waiting for us. I want to believe that. I have created a mental picture of that. I will keep that dream image, in my mind, in my heart.
Because I do not believe, after being released on a bond, with a promise to appear on Dec. 31st. I would like to make this a searchable story, that follows this psychopath for as long as possible.
His name is Kyle Springer and he, willfully, starved this dog to death. He was wanted on a warrant in New Brunswick and fled. He was found and arrested, as mentioned, they released him with a “promise to appear” on Dec. 31st.
Ridiculous courts – sure, he’ll be there. Bright and early on Dec. 31st riding his unicorn, with his trusted leprechaun at his side.
Remember the face, remember the name, although he’ll probably change it. Don’t cut this guy any breaks; give him as much caring and empathy as he gave Diesel.
Scumbag.
Update – January 9/2019:
Arrest made 2 years later
Court documents show Springer, who’s from Hartland, N.B., failed to show up for a court appearance two years ago, and a warrant for his arrest was issued.
According to western New Brunswick Crime Stoppers, Springer had moved to Alberta but was arrested when he returned for the holidays following an anonymous tip.
Springer refused an interview with CBC News, but he snickered as he got into his vehicle after leaving court where a group of people came to protest the abuse to the dog.
(I hope to keep this traceable for as long as there is an internet; this thing is not a human being, she is a monster. Web rumour is that she has actually given birth. I can only hope that the U.K’s version of Child Protective Services has her on their radar. This kind of wanton cruelty is an indicator of a sociopathic personality.)
Katy Gammon, 27, tied up her pet boxer Roxy and left home for a week
Solicitor returned to a stench so strong she could not face going inside
Boxer was eventually found 10 weeks later after complaints about flies
RSPCA inspectors had to scrape dead Roxy off the floor with a shovel
Gammon, from Bristol, has been jailed for 18 weeks today
Magistrate says cruelty was ‘deliberate’ and ‘most serious court has seen’
Shockingly, Gammon had piled tins of dog food and dog treats outside the kitchen – just feet away from where Roxy was
locked inside.
RSPCA Inspector Albinson added: “This is one of the worst cases we have ever come across. “The police who attended the scene were genuinely upset by it and they investigate human murders. “She showed no remorse whatsoever in interview.”
A trainee solicitor was jailed yesterday for locking her dog in the kitchen and starving it to death.
Roxy, a five-year-old Boxer, died in agony after she was trapped without food or water for more than a week.
Her owner, Katy Gammon, 27, who had moved in with her mother at the time, continued going to work while her pet slowly perished.
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Roxy’s body lay undiscovered for another eight weeks, by which time it was so decomposed an RSPCA inspector had to use a snow shovel to pick it up.
Bristol Magistrates’ Court had previously heard that Gammon had confined the dog by tying a rope to the kitchen door handle and fixing it to a hook in the hall.
Roxy had frantically clawed at the door, leaving fragments on the floor, as she tried to escape before her death, which would have taken around six days.
Gammon is thought to have confined Roxy to one room because she was not house trained.
Her body was found after Gammon started staying with her mother nearby.
She returned to feed Roxy until she dislocated her knee and was unable to get to the house, then falsely claimed her ex-boyfriend was feeding her pet.
Gammon told RSPCA inspector Miranda Albinson she had left Roxy without food for a week in August, and returned to find an awful smell, adding: ‘I assumed she was dead. I never went back.’
Asked if she had deliberately locked her in the kitchen and left her to die, Gammon replied: ‘Yes, basically.’
A number of items had desperately been pulled out of cupboards. We believe this was a desperate attempt at searching for food or water.
‘Roxy suffered a slow, painful death which could have been prevented.’
Farah Rashid, defending, said Gammon ‘hated herself’ for the suffering she had caused, adding: ‘There is no excuse. This conviction has ended the career she has been working for ten years.’ (She doesn’t hate herself as much as the rest of the world will hate her, as word continues to spread. It is my fervent wish that she never has a happy day for the rest of her miserable life.)
An online petition had collected 100,000 signatures for ‘justice for Roxy the boxer dog’, and protesters campaigning for tougher sentencing for animal cruelty gathered outside the court and chanted.
Sentencing, magistrate Rod Mayall said: ‘You have shown limited remorse. You failed to behave as any normal person would have. This is the most serious case of animal cruelty encountered in these courts.’
(Examples of fraudulent communications – text and e-mails)
The Canada Revenue Agency or the provincial revenue agencies, DO NOT show up at your house. They simply DO NOT. These are scammers. They are not government agencies; they are dirtbags in call centers, looking to relieve you of your cash. Let me repeat; the CRA DOES NOT SHOW UP AT YOUR HOME. If someone making this claim does come to your home, call the police immediately. Note their physical description, the vehicle they are driving, and if safe to do so, the license plate #.
Although it may seem obvious to most of us; they don’t as for cash/gift cards as payment.
The procedures are nationwide and do not deviate; if you really own the government money, they will contact you via regular old snail mail. You’ll be provided with a file number and a contact name/number. If you call, they will ask you specific information regarding your identity. To be completely sure that this is the government, use the phone numbers found on the actual government web site or in the telephone book.
Please talk to neighbours who may be vulnerable – elderly neighbours, recent immigrants and refugees. Encourage them to report the scams.
When you back trace the numbers and ask the providers – Rogers seems to be a popular one; they are notable unresponsive. Go to the RCMP Fraud site and register a formal complaint.
Well, I am all about forgiveness, but that forgiveness must come from the individual who has been harmed. Let’s ask his victims if they forgive him; shall we start with the puppy he threw in the pool and then electrocuted. A good number of his helpless, vulnerable victims are dead. Too bad, so sad. Live with it, dirtbag.
@JasonFoster – think about this, buddy, before you abuse your access to the public via media.
“It was a sweltering day in September of 2007, and Reynolds was in Virginia to evaluate the 49 pit bulls found alive on Vicks’ property. A federal agent who had been at the scene when the property was searched was driving her to the various facilities holding the dogs, and they got to talking about what the investigation had turned up.
““The details that got to me then and stay with me today involve the swimming pool that was used to kill some of the dogs,” Reynolds wrote on her blog. “Jumper cables were clipped onto the ears of underperforming dogs, then, just like with a car, the cables were connected to the terminals of car batteries before lifting and tossing the shamed dogs into the water.”
“She continued, “We don’t know how many suffered this premeditated murder, but the damage to the pool walls tells a story. It seems that while they were scrambling to escape, they scratched and clawed at the pool liner and bit at the dented aluminum sides like a hungry dog on a tin can.
““I wear some pretty thick skin during our work with dogs, but I can’t shake my minds-eye image of a little black dog splashing frantically in bloody water … screaming in pain and terror … brown eyes saucer wide and tiny black white-toed feet clawing at anything, desperate to get a hold. This death did not come quickly. The rescuer in me keeps trying to think of a way to go back in time and somehow stop this torture and pull the little dog to safety. I think I’ll be looking for ways to pull that dog out for the rest of my life.”
“Vick did all that and more to his dogs, and even threw family pets into the pit with fighters and laughed while they were mauled, according to a witness who testified to federal investigators.
“That’s what sends dog lovers out to football games with protest signs: knowing that Michael Vick tortured and killed innocent dogs. That he has never paid for that abuse or even apologized for it.
“>Because the nation’s most notorious dogfighter pled “not guilty” to animal cruelty charges — charges that were eventually dropped in a plea bargain — and he was convicted only of bankrolling a dogfighting conspiracy, for which he served 18 months in prison before being welcomed back to the public spotlight. “
Much to my chagrin, I realize that I was far too flippant, with regard to scammers and other such low lives. I treated a serious topic a little too lightly, yesterday, on Facebook.
I do forget that many people do not have my background when it comes to the internet and computers. I admit, I did have a great time laughing at the scammers but a friend brought something to my attention – she knew of someone who had fallen victim to these bastards, the end result being a fraud in the thousands.
What we need to do, as friends, neighbours, co-workers is to get the word out, particularly to older Canadians, new Canadians and friends who may not be as scam/fraud savvy as ourselves. Talk – open a conversation – discuss it – explain the types of scams and how to avoid them. Keep the dialogue going.
It isn’t just the individual at risk; while working, I ran up against a number of scams. There was the toner scam – where a fraudster would obtain the type of printer used in the office – a seemingly innocuous question and then obtain the name of an employee, an invoice would then be sent, using the employee’s name as the reference for the order. Luckily, our company had a strict purchasing policy and as I was the purchaser for most of the supplies/equipment used in our locations, I knew that the toner was not ordered and the fraud uncovered immediately. Some companies do have a more laissez-faire attitude toward office/warehouse supplies and this is where the fraudsters win and they win big.
The other fraud that I ran up against targeted the highly competitive sales market; there is an offer for a “directory” of sales leads. This comes in the form of a CD, an almost entirely useless compilation of businesses that is easily, and FREELY available online. This company managed to fool an employee and the CD arrived. It was sent back immediately but that didn’t stop harassing phone calls for payment, that went on for months.
There is little that law enforcement can do; these scammers are insulated and sometimes, as is the case with the Revenue Canada crooks; they are not even based in the country. A Canadian area code is not an indicator of the location of the call. For example: the call I received yesterday was from area code 705 and the full number was 705-530-9783. According to my little investigation, this is a landline phone number operated by Fibernetics Corporation and is located in the city of Alliston, Ontario. This means nothing however – the number and area code have been hijacked either unknowingly by Fibernetics or with their complicity. I don’t know. I reported it to Fibernetics; it remains to be seen if anything is done. There is big money in defrauding the unsuspecting and if Fibernetics is simply being duped? There are other telecommunication companies more than willing to take over.
So how do we fight back? By being vigilant. By checking and then double-checking and then triple checking credentials. By discussing the issue, on Facebook, on Twitter, on Instagram, in coffee shops, at the bus stop, in doctor or hospital waiting rooms; by bringing up the conversation at family events, community events – sharing with friends, with friends of friends.
Banks should be asked to post fraud information as our elderly and the newer Canadians may not be online savvy.
There needs to be more attention focused on these crimes – while I found the attempt by “Officer Greg Williams” hysterically funny; it is only because of knowledge spread online. It was through notification and an understanding of how government works, as well as how fraudsters work. I am fortunate – thousands upon thousands of Canadians are not.
Open up the discussion – get the information out there and drain the scammers pool of unsuspecting victims!!!
Be aware, be vigilant, share what you know, the scammer landscape is ever changing as they look for more ways to steal your money.
Justin Lawrence Iverson, 30, has been charged under the Criminal Code with five counts of cruelty to animals, five counts of causing injury to animals and 10 counts of failing to comply with recognizance.
In December, Iverson was charged with eight counts of animal cruelty under the Animal Protection Act in relation to an Edmonton breeding operation.
Iverson and Christine Archambault were charged after animal protection officers found dogs living in what they called “some of the worst conditions ever seen at a breeding operation.”
Iverson was also charged under the Criminal Code with two counts of causing unnecessary suffering to an animal.
I saw you yesterday, at Uniprix, in the Pointe-Claire Shopping Centre. I was waiting at one cash and I could see you, hear you, clearly. You were with your mother. She had a walker. You were helping her pay for her items. It was very obvious that your mom has dementia or Alzheimer’s.
You spoke to her with such love, such patience, such kindness. She couldn’t remember what she bought and you explained it to her; you weren’t condescending or impatient. You spoke as if she had not already asked the same question. You treated her with dignity, helped her pay for her items. As you walked by me, I heard her ask you if she had paid and you assured her that she had. You let her walk on her own, with just a light touch on her arm. You made my heart sing. You put such a lovely glow on the day. Watching your devotion, seeing that love you have for her in your eyes.
I saw you again, sitting on a bench with your father, showing your mother’s purchases. She had forgotten what she had bought – you explained it to her with patience. I slowed my pace just so I could hear that loving tone to your voice.
You reminded me of how lucky I had been to care for my own mother in her last few years with us. You reminded me how much I loved her and how much I miss her. In a world with horror on every page, with articles of the forgotten elderly, of their abuse; I saw you and it made me happy to know that your parents will never be forgotten, will never be abused when you are at the switch.
The word is: MAGIC
From the Merriam-Webster dictionary:
1 a : the use of means (as charms or spells) believed to have supernatural power over natural forces b : magic rites or incantations
2 a : an extraordinary power or influence seemingly from a supernatural source b : something that seems to cast a spell
3 : the art of producing illusions by sleight of hand
Stop me if you’ve heard this one: a guy was walking down the streets of suburban Montreal, and happens to come across a gentleman busy planting dozens of little red flags in his front lawn. Understandably curious, he asked the man what he was doing. “Well, I’m planting these red flags to keep the African buffalo away from my house.” “But,” replied the first guy, “there aren’t any African buffalo anywhere in North America.” “Exactly!” said the second gentleman. “It’s working!”
I was reminded of that old joke this past weekend. My friend PG had recently gone through a bad breakup with her idiot of an ex-boyfriend, and he’d moved out of town. Well, I won’t bore you with the details, but to make a long story short he said he was going to sue for custody of their child. I personally think it’s only bluff and bluster, but some members of our gang decided to forestall him; so, with Dave writing the ritual, three people did a binding spell on the little weasel, to prevent him from doing any harm to PG. I was asked to participate (since it was done in our house) but politely declined. Later, (after being told the spell went well) I asked Laurie how she knew it had worked, and she replied something to the effect of “How do we know if anything works?”
I wasn’t sure if she referred to just knowing if this particular spell worked, or knowing if any spell works, but it really stuck to my mind.
Last year, just before I left the local Pagan e-mail list, I was part of a rather heated discussion on whether or not it was possible to know if a magical spell actually worked or not. I maintained that it was perfectly possible to use the old-fashioned scientific method on the subject; others asserted that belief in magic was a spiritual belief and therefore impossible to test with the scientific method… while still talking how this or that spell had this or that effect on their lives. They saw no contradiction in this. They maintained that you had to believe in magic in order to perceive the effects of a spell, and were unwilling (or unable) to explain how and why, if that were really the case, one can allegedly use magic to influence total strangers who may or may not believe in magic in the first place. They were perfectly happy to not know for certain, content to have possibly influenced the outcome of events. Several of the participants in the discussion also stated that belief in magic is no different than belief in physics or other areas of science, because of course we have to take it on faith that things like electrons and Mars actually exist, since we have no way of seeing them directly. The sense of magic as a religious belief was so strong that one individual took personal offense at my attempts to bring the concept of magic under the scientific method and left in a huff. The debate got nowhere, and eventually got shut down by the list owner. By that time, I was mightily fed up with it all, and fed up with the generally anti-intellectual and anti-scientific tone of the group, and left the list for good.
Looking back on the whole incident, and on my conversation with Laurie, I think I see why the debate got nowhere, and why I was so frustrated. The problem is that we were approaching the problem from radically different perspectives; the vast majority of people on that list (and, from what I can gather, the majority of people involved in neo-Paganism) already assumed that magic exists, however nebulously or ambiguously that term is defined. Stating that the belief in magic is part of their religion, they cannot prove or justify it any further than that because at this point they are using an epistemological method usually called Rationalism, with a healthy dose of Intuition thrown into the mix. That is, magic is known or apprehended by introspection, by contemplation, by cogitation, not by direct sensory experience or Empiricism. Magic, according to them, is not an objective phenomenon; it is a state of mind, the result of belief.
And this was most curious, because that whole discussion started after the list owner commented on the (possible) real-life effect of (possibly) a spell cast by someone to catch some criminals who were operating in the Montreal area. He congratulated us in general for having a positive magical influence in helping the police. Was anything done? Did someone have a positive influence? How? To what extent? No-one could tell.
There were many on that list who stated the belief that, someday, science might explain exactly what magic is and give it a sound technical basis. They invoked the case of alchemy, a mostly spiritual-magical discipline that became the foundation for the science of chemistry. Now, I don’t believe that will happen, but I might be mistaken. (As Bertrand Russell wrote: “I would never die for my beliefs because I might be wrong.”). However, let’s get something straight: alchemy, for all its mystical trappings, dealt with very real physical phenomena; the alchemists therefore had plenty of concrete experimental data to work with, which greatly facilitated the switch between magical thinking and scientific thinking. Magic (or, at least, the magic that’s popularized in the New Age) does not have that luxury, as it deals with probabilities and may-have-beens and fuzzy results; and the careful, objective study of this kind of phenomenon will have to overcome a whole slew of informational fallacies that’s been plaguing the New Age community since it began.
Can magic become a science? Perhaps. But if that is to be the case, it’ll be essential to stop thinking magically about magic.
I am going to “postulate”. Kind of sounds like a skin condition involving boils or sores or something, doesn’t it?
Kind of apropos for this piece.
I’ve long held a fascination with apocalyptic writings, theories on this devil persona and the people who believe in the mythology. This has led me to read and research in some very strange areas. I’ve done the Satanic Bible. It was a joke, it was childish, nonsensical and as close to plagiarism as you can get. Most of the material is Thelemic but perverted, twisted to meet an end. A con-man’s end. Don’t believe me?
The Birth of Satan book had my panties in a knot as it was, then I read a short paragraph by Christine on the reaction of people when she told them she would be doing an investigative piece on magic/Magick in America.
Went a little nuclear…here is the paragraph that in combination with a discussion I was waving with someone else and the whole Birth of Satan thing, created the necessary ingredients for an explosion.
Quote from Page 4:
“They’re power-hungry, the mundanes said of the magical people. They’re immoral, people said, and they’re scary. Playing with the dark arts could plunge me into evil. I’d be pulled toward depravity, they said. Blasphemy would begin to seem like truth, bad like good, God like Satan. It had happened to people through the centuries, they said. And they were right. All that did happen.”
Yup, my opinion? It did all happen only it was the other way around and it wasn’t any entity called Satan either. It was Christianity and its application of a mish-mash of religious beliefs, stirred together by some guy named Jesus and his “homies.”
Let’s take a brief tour of the bible, shall we?
Exactly how many towns did Satan destroy? Zip.
How many plagues did this “evil” guy send out to torment the world? None.
That big flood? Was that Satan or the other dude? Other dude.
How many people have died to honour this Satan? Not a one.
Or been slaughtered in his name? None.
I have read the bible…don’t recall Satan ever asking for a child to be sacrificed, even if it was just some kind of perverse test of faith. And what about Job and all those horrendous events foisted on him due to a gamble, a bet between God and this devil? What kind of mind would come up with a test so horrible, so cruel?
Let me answer that one, for you. An evil one.
Who was it that sacrificed his own son? Lucifer? The Adversary? Ha-Satan?
Who was it that allowed said son to be tortured, humiliated and finally left to die, slowly, in one of the worst ways possible? This would be that Jehovah, One God…Allah…whatever name he’s adopted for the time and place.
And exactly who was it who sentenced women to give birth in blood and in pain? Not that Satan guy. In fact, the only thing the snake suggested was a little knowledge might not be a bad thing for Adam and Eve. Could be the snake had a better handle on the personality of this so-called “God” than ordinarily assumed.
All three of the big religions – Islam, Judaism and Christianity believe in this one god. This guy who advocates hate, killing, genocide and every other ‘cide’ you can come up with.
Was it Satan who claimed that witches should be burned at the stake? Hung from trees. Torn apart by wild dogs? Nope. Not him. He never spoke a word on the topic.
In fact, I am having one helluva time (no pun intended..okay, yeah..it was intended ) finding one thing that Satan requested that was evil. All the true evil, the most horrendous evil, has been perpetrated in this one god’s name or at his, specific, request.
In fact? Everything I’ve read and researched and I’ve done a lot of it – speaks of one thing. There never was a Satan. Not this dark and terrible entity living in a place with out of control central heating.
He was created to explain away all the nastiness in the world. His persona was drawn from the myth of Gilgamesh, from Zoastrian belief, and a bunch of other ancient myths. Including Judaism. God was the one who sent angels to commit atrocities against humanity. The angels were just following orders.
The angels…and which one was the first and foremost brutal tool of this one god?
Not Lucifer.
T’was Gabriel. He wrought all kinds of havoc for his boss.
And Lucifer? Nada. He, according to legend, wanted to BE god, felt he could do a much better job. And considering this one god’s record of at, the very least, dubious accomplishments? He probably could have.
This one god? Murdered Lot’s wife…for what? Looking over her shoulder. Turned the poor woman into a pillar of salt.
Kept old Moses and his crew wandering the desert for 40 years.
Before that? Had the Jews in slavery.
Let’s look at the cast of current characters, doing “god’s work.”
We had Osama, slaughtering on behalf of his Allah. We had Jerry Falwell.
We have Pat Robertson, purveyors of hatred and religious bigotry.
Let’s not forget Jim Bakker and Tammy Faye.
Ted Haggard.
I could list the evil done in their one god’s name until the apocalypse.
We had Torquemada. Cotton Mather. A list of people who have brought pain, fear and more evil than any Satan could have possibly dreamed of creating.
And the Catholic Church. The protector of all things truly evil. Child molesters, murderers, rapists.
And this Satan guy is supposed to be the epitome of evil?
The lack of logic gives me a headache. That so many billions of people could have swallowed this crap is really depressing.
Truly, is the human race that stupid?
(Don’t answer..please, don’t answer…I’ll want to jump off a bridge..)
And so, WE are the evil ones?
Those of us who look to magick to provide a little more “soul” to our lives? Those of us who practice to create beauty, peace and contentment with what we have been given?
Those of us who understand that no god should be demanding blood in sacrifice. Past practices, notwithstanding. We’ve grown since then, unlike the Big 3 who have remained in stasis most of the time, with occasional forays into barbarism, just for chuckles or to appease this blood thirsty deity of theirs.
We should be burned at the stake, murdered for our beliefs? We, Witches.
Our Deities demand no blood sacrifices from us. Our Deities demand that we live in truth and honour. And we’re the ones fooled?
Does anyone else see something horribly, horribly wrong with this picture?
Perhaps the bible is missing a few books…perhaps the evil one they refer to so often, won the war. Perhaps Revelations already occurred.
Maybe this Evil One has been having a great time fooling them all. Having himself a real blood party.
Maybe the real god was cast out. Maybe all these good, faithful servants of god have been hornswoggled. I mean really, how much honest and good faith could someone who has been known as God’s Rottweiler teach his followers?
Perhaps I have been fooled by Satan. Fooled into doing as much good as I can, as an individual in this world. Perhaps he’s worked his wiles on me, causing me to raise my children to be honest, hard-working and moral men. Telling me not to lie or to steal or to hate. If that’s the case? Then paint me red, paste some horns on my head and call me a Devil Worshipper. I would rather live my life as an honest, hard-working woman of good intent than a blind sheep following a blood thirsty god who demands human sacrifice.
So, the conclusion I’ve come to believe, is a possibility? The real evil one won the war of Revelations and his followers all wear the sign. The crucifix.
Because I do not believe, after being released on a bond, with a promise to appear on Dec. 31st. I would like to make this a searchable story, that follows this psychopath for as long as possible.
Well, I am all about forgiveness, but that forgiveness must come from the individual who has been harmed. Let’s ask his victims if they forgive him; shall we start with the puppy he threw in the pool and then electrocuted. A good number of his helpless, vulnerable victims are dead. Too bad, so sad. Live with it, dirtbag.
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