SWEEPER OR SAINT?
SHORT STORYTap, tap, tap. I feel it on my shoulder, just as I was about to cry in admiration of life's majestic ways. It is the man in the seat next to mine, wanting to talk about God.
I tune in. After couple minutes, I turn around to look out the bus window next to my seat. Again, in a minute or two, I am about to cry. And again: tap, tap, tap. It is my neighbor, telling me something else about God. This happens a third time and then, there is no turning back. :)
A simple, unassuming, thin man, Vinod is talking exactly what I am thinking ... which is rather odd. To mess things up a bit, I bluntly ask him a bold yet tricky question:
"Have you actually seen God?"
Much to my surprise, he simply says, "Yes. Twice."
"Oh really?" Now, things were getting really interesting. He knew that 'God' is technically everywhere, in everyone and in everything. So how can you just see 'him' twice?
Then, Vinod describes some stories that leave me spellbound for the next twenty minutes. [While I would love to share it, a written description would not do it justice; so I will gloss over the details below.]
Vinod loves to sit in peace. Maybe we could call it meditation, but he doesn't label it. During one such time, he went to a quite spot in a park and sat under a tree. He was sitting there, being with God, when two gentleman came by and sat down in front of him. "They were dressed in nice, fancy clothes," Vinod added with an innocent smile.
They started talking about the only thing Vinod really knows -- God. During the course of the conversation, both of these men started crying. Vinod said he was speaking without even knowing or thinking about what he is saying. And then, as Vinod recalls, a third man came down and sat next to the two, although he never said a word.
The way Vinod was describing the encounter, I couldn't tell if these were super-human people or imaginary people or what. But nonetheless, for Vinod that experience and that exchange was God enough. And for me, just reliving that experience with him was powerful.
"What about the second time?" I ask, curiously.
Vinod then goes on to describe the first -- and the only -- time he went to a seven-day "katha" (spiritual discourse) on Ramayana. It is said that sincerity of prayers manifests God at these long prayer gatherings, and while some claim to "feel" it, almost no one can really claim to see it. Except, of course, Vinod.
"Everyone would crowd up to the front, but I saw him sitting towards the back of the room, in orange robes, shining bright and luminous, amidst the people. I couldn't take my eyes off him!" Vinod recalled. After a pause, he continued: "Most people are blind, though. I don't think they recognized or saw God sitting right there in front of them. And of course, it's ultimately everywhere but you have to have the eyes."
I asked if he has gone again to one of those prayers; he said he hadn't. "Why not?" I asked. "Circumstances," he replied without any emotion. "But God is everywhere, so it doesn't matter to me."
It turns out, Vinod is a janitor. He makes about $50 per month, for a family of five. When he is not cleaning the floors, he is cleaning his mind.
THE SLEEPING GIANT
SHORT STORYToday was a beautiful morning - a little warm, a little colourful and with just the right number of chirping birds to make the entire scene pleasantly melodic.
Then, at four minutes past seven, my bed tried to eat me.
I have had this bed since I moved into my apartment almost two years ago. Its a comfortable Sleepyhead, with a pretty headboard and ergonomic spring arrangement and other then a little creakiness in the bottom left leg, its never given me reason to complain.
Till now.
It'd been a late night last night. Sunday nights usually are. Its jazz night at the local tavern. They were playing the old favourites, the atmosphere was nostalgic, the audience receptive to good old stories and other people were buying. It just would have been rude to leave.
So anyways, at seven o'clock this morning, like seven o'clock every morning my alarm goes off. And like every morning, I thump down on the snooze button exactly as the neighbours' washing machine kicks into the final stages of its rinse cycle and makes the entire room shudder just a little.
It usually takes me just a little more that three minutes of tossing and turning and getting completely tangled in the sheets and duvet before I very groggily clamber out of bed and hobble toward the bathroom for my morning ablutions. This morning, it was just as I was dragging out behind me a royal trail of bed linen when it happened. I suddenly felt the sheets tighten around my feet. I struggled and the more I struggled the tighter they became until I found I could not move at all. I held my breath, rubbed my sleep encrusted eyes and nothing happened for a few moments. Then, almost imperceptibly, I felt I was being pulled back into the open, engulfing arms of Giant Sleepyhead. Quicker and more strongly, I could feel the tug of the sheets and now I realised the duvet wasn't merely wrapped around me, it was in fact ensnaring me, closing off my means of escape and trapping me in its shadowy limbs. The pillows, the very pillows that I had relied on, depended on, yes...even slept on...for years, were betraying me. They were lulling me while the Big Headboard of Death held me mesmerized and drew me into its hungry jaws.
The room swam before my eyes. The thought fleeted across my mind that I was being drugged by this maniacal beast that was endeavoring to devour me, but I couldn't hold on to the thought. I felt myself slackening and giving in and the darkness swallowed me. It was strangely dry - I'd seen enough movies to expect more moisture from the beasts of beyond, more dripping acidic saliva. As I shuffled around inside this lusus naturae, I could hear its raspy cottony breathing that made it bellow out and collapse and faintly I could hear the thumping of its evil heart racing that sounded so much like a distant washing machine spinning down. What, in the early morning sun, I had mistaken for chirping birds, were in fact digestive juices, preparing the guts of this monster for a small tasty snack.
I could see in my minds eye, a clock counting down my final minutes. I could even see myself reaching out toward this mental timer in some strange psychological attempt to prevent my inevitable demise - only too late - as a phenomenally loud ringing in my ears marked my end and I slipped into a deep sweet slumber.
And that is why I am late to work this morning.
J. Nagra
MIKE'S LETTERS - CONCLUSION
SHORT STORYAs I keyboarded these documents some things that I heard came back to me, can’t remember who told me, as time has faded my memory. I will try to briefly recap his story. He was in a field artillery unit shipping to the Philippines and a day past Pearl Harbor when Pearl Harbor was attacked. The convoy diverted to Australia where they later reshipped to Java. In Java he was a telephone operator in the field artillery. Some one told me that they wanted to capture a Jap soldier for interrogation and the story was that "big Mike from Kansas" came back with a Jap under each arm.
The Army Air Corps took some of Mike’s outfit in as aerial gunners, later on. He or someone else told me that he was on a B17 and was shot down over Java. Also the story was that there were no tail turrets yet on the B17 and they made their own gun position in the tail to shoot at the enemy
When it was imminent that the Japs would soon overtake the Americans in Java; one last American ship was in port to take out all the survivors that they could. Soldiers with wives and children at home were allowed on first and volunteers were asked to stay on and fight. Mike was among the volunteers who stayed and fought and was captured by the Japanese when Java fell.
So the ones who survived and were taken prisoner were later taken on a horrible trip by sea from Java to Hokkaido the northernmost island of Japan. I remember Mike saying the boat trip was by far the most horrible part of the whole adventure. He related that they were attacked by American aircraft and ships, in the long and terrible trip by boat. There was no food or water for them and they were mistreated on board. They drank their own urine, many simply gave up and died, others jumped overboard to their deaths. The lucky survivors made it to Hakodate prison camp to be mistreated and starved for almost three more years.
The event that we all can remember was the Japanese dinner that Mike prepared at home for the family and a few friends. Tiny Gale and I tried to recall who all were there for the dinner but time has faded our memories too much. Rita said she would not go to it. Anyhow Mike wanted us to taste one of his Japanese delicacies: A fishhead and rice dinner. Our neighbor a grocer and butcher, Earl Snyder furnished him with the fishheads. I guess Mike did a good job of preparing the meal, but none of us could stand the sight of those fish eyes staring up at us.
When Mike went to California Rita was a little girl, but when he came back in 1946 she was a young lady. Mike had a hard time adjusting to that, as did Rita to him. Expecting to come home to a baby sister as he left her, he brought her from California a huge beautiful stuffed black and white Panda. He lugged that thing all over getting in and out of fights over it but still bringing it home to his baby sister.
Another time, I recall Mother had a beautiful cat, a black Persian named Jezebel. This cat was a real slinky, superior acting cat and was starting to get on Mike’s nerves. So, one evening he put a tea kettle of water on to boil and started to chase the cat all over the house, so he could catch it and have cat for our dinner like he used to have in prison camp. Remember, in camp they ate cats, dogs, insects, rodents any thing they could get their hands on to stay alive. This was one time Mother fought him to victory and she saved her beloved cat from the dinner table.
I don’t know what would have happened if Bernard had not been home during those trying times. He had been in a military police battalion in Egypt and had been guarding some pretty tough characters, the German and Italian prisoners of war; he also dealt with some outlaw Arabs who had been preying on American soldiers on leave. He was tough enough to make Mike toe the line most of the time and actually decked him once that I knew about.
Parsons, Kansas was a wild and wooly town in those days the Army Ammunition Plant was working full time and the Katy railroad running full blast. There were lots of all night restaurants, diners and hash houses. There were many, many nightclubs and beer joints and plenty of fights and brawls by returning servicemen, much to the delight of Mike. I don’t want to go in to detail here, but we became involved in many of them trying to keep Mike out of trouble.
Bernard agrees with the above and added that not much of the fish heads were eaten at the fish and rice dinner. He also mentioned that Mikes’ lungs were ruined by the forced labor. His job was to wear a mask and clean the hulls of ships (underwater) saving the ships from having to dry-dock.
Bernard was home from the military police in Africa when Mike came home; I did not get out of the service until March 5, 1946. I don’t think any one else could have handled Mike like Bernard did. He recalls taking Mike out on the Katy train to Kansas City and on out to the military hospital at Colorado Springs. That was a nerve-wracking trip but he safely deposited him at the hospital. From there Mike later went back to Los Angeles.
He had to leave southeast Kansas he said because his lungs couldn’t stand our cold winters and humid hot summers. He kept in good touch with his Mother. I remember he sent her a red electric blanket when the electric blankets first came out. She was so proud of it. He phoned her frequently and his favorite past time was watching the Los Angeles Dodgers baseball games.
Mike died August 8, 1966 and was buried in Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery August 15, l966. It is a beautiful cemetery located out on the peninsula that overlooks San Diego Bay and the military installations over at North Island. The peninsula curves out and upward into the Pacific much like Cape Cod does in Massachusetts. At the very top of it is the historic old lighthouse that guided sailing vessels when California was colonized by the Spaniards. I think the cemetery is closed for further burials but is a beautiful place to visit yet. His Mother died Dec. 13, l957.
--John Daley
November 17, 1999
MIKE'S LETTERS
SHORT STORYJAP BAYONETS FOILED MOBS.
Policeman Tells of Protecting Captured U.S. Fliers.
YOKOHAMA, April 8.(AP)--A former member of Japan’s military police testified at a war crimes trial today that Japanese had to use fixed bayonets "in order to keep the people from mobbing captured American fliers."
Shoichi Uzawa made the statement in testifying at the trial of two Japanese charged with beheading Lieut. Darwin R. Emry of Denver who was captured after his B-29 crashed May 25, 1945.
In another courtroom, the prosecution dropped prosecution of one charge against Capt. Tsutomu Shiba. It was an accusation that he permitted a subordinate to beat Pvt. Michael Daley Parsons, Kas. The beating occurred before Shiba was assigned to the camp, the defense had insisted.
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From the TULSA DAILY WORLD, Oct 8, l946
LOST BATTALION SURVIVORS RECALL JAP PRISON HORRORS
Plainview, Tex., Oct. 8 (U.P)--Survivors of the Lost Battalion would like to be better remembered by the Veterans Administration.
A resolution they adopted at their fifth annual reunion here said they felt they should receive more consideration from the federal agency.
The Lost Battalion was a group of American soldiers held prisoners by the Japanese on the island of Java for 42 agony-filled months of brutality, disease, slave-labor and malnutrition Until the war ended in l945 , nothing had been heard of the group.Approximately 30 per cent of the 2nd Battalion, l3lst Field Artillery, died while held prisoners by the Japanese, according to J. B. Heinen Jr., an officer of the battalion and now president of the Lost Battalion Assn.
Tom Wootan of Kermit, Tex., still bears the mute testimony of the treatment received. He continues to be hospitalized with arthritis after being ravaged by beri beri. He attended the reunion on crutches, on short leave from a hospital.
He was a member of Battery E. In an interview, Wootan told this story:
"We were captured on Mar. 8, l942, when Java was surrounded by the allied commander, British Gen. Wavell. E Battery was separated from the rest of the battalion, and we were joined by survivors of the cruiser Houston, which had been sunk between Java and Sumatra. Some of the specially trained men, mainly communications personnel, were sent to Japan.""Our main group was sent to Burma, where we were forced to construct a railroad through the jungle of Bangkok, Siam, in conjunction with Australia and English prisoners (mostly survivors of the British ship Dunkirk) and Dutch prisoners."
"During this period we suffered loss of about 200 divided between the Lost Battalion and Houston survivors."
"The basic cause was malnutrition, which in time permitted the boys to be eaten up by tropic ulcers, beri beri, pellagra, dysentery and malaria."
"We served as slave labor, with pick and shovel, seeing no power equipment, and being forced to work from before sunup until l0 and ll o’clock at night.""We were given a very small amount of rice, an occasional bit of meat no larger than one bite, and gourds with no food value."
"During one period we worked over 90 days without a single day of rest.""At the outset, we were divided into groups of 50--"kumi"—and at the end of the 90 days an average "kumi" could only muster five men able to work."
"Our hospital facilities were bamboo huts with "atap" leaves for a roof. The floor of the hospital hut was covered by over a foot of water, except for a small space at the ends.""There were no facilities, no medicine. The boys who were bedridden, many of them with several of these diseases, had to crawl through water to get outside."
"After the railroad was built we were forced to work on Siam roads."
"At the end of the war the Japs were ordered to concentrate us at points near airports and we were flown to hospitals in Calcutta where we had the first treatment and food for 42 months."
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A letter to Mike from the:
"LOST BATTALION"
ABILENE CHAMBER OF COMMERCE
ABILENE, TEXAS
Nov. 21, 1945
TO THE MEMBERS OF THE LOST BATTALION, AND THEIR FAMILIES:
Battery is sponsoring a three-day reunion of the Lost Battalion and their families in Abilene, since many were unable to attend the meeting at Wichita Falls on October 29.
Registration will begin at the Windsor Hotel on Friday, November 30, at 2:00 p.m. A dinner honoring the Battalion, sponsored by the V. F. W., will be held at 8:00 p. m. that evening. A program of the activities for Saturday and Sunday will be furnished at registration.
We would like to have a reply from you as soon as possible as to the number of guests you will bring. Address your reply to me at Box 228l, Abilene, Texas.
We are looking forward to having a great reunion. Be sure and be here.
William R. Slone
Captain, F. A.
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A very dim and aged copy of Mike’s discharge, some of the information which is still readable is as follows:
ENLISTED RECORD AND REPORT OF SEPARATION
HONORABLE DISCHARGE
Daley, Michael J. ASN 39 156 123,Cpl., Arm of Service..AC, AUS
Organization 19th Bomb Gp. Date of separation 9 Mar 16
Separation Center, Ft. Logan, Colo., Date of induction 27 Mar 41
Military specialty number, armorer 911. AAF Air Crew Badge
Campaigns: East Indies, Philippine Islands.
Decorations: American Defense Service Medal, American Service Medal, (something illegible), Meritorious Service Unit Plaque AAF 7 Nov 45 World War II Victory Medal, (something illegible), Distinguished unit Citation with 2 Oak Leaf Clusters AAF 7 Nov 45
Lapel button issued, ASH Score (2 September 1945-108 Prisoner of war Of Japanese Government from 8 Mar 42 to 14 Sep 45
"Separated from the Service on a Partial service record and affidavit from the Soldier"
Philippine Defense Ribbon with 1 Bronze Star, Good Conduct Medal, Asiatic Pacific Service Medal
(discharging officers name illegible.)
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Those are all of the letters, cards, telegrams and newspaper clippings. In his mother’s memory book was also a citation from the President of the United States, Lyndon B. Johnson:
THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
HONORS THE MEMORY OF MICHAEL J. DALEY
This certificate is awarded by a grateful nation in recognition of devoted and selfless consecration to the service of our country in the Armed Forces of the United States.
Lyndon B. Johnson PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES
MIKE'S LETTERS
SHORT STORYFrom the PARSONS SUN no date shown
Returns to camp
Cpl. Michael Daley, who was a prisoner of the Japs 3 ½ years, has returned to Camp Carson, Colo., to report for further treatment, after spending a 10-day furlough here, visiting his mother Mrs. J. S. Daley, 2421 Main.
His brother, Bernard F. Daley, has received his discharge from the army after serving more than three years as a military police. He was overseas 38 months in the middle-east theater.
Cpl. John Daley, another brother , has returned to the army air field at Victorville, Cal., to report for duty after spending a short furlough here.
Another visitor in the Daley home has been Mrs. J. W. Lansdowne, Charleston, S. C. the former Miss Margaret Daley.
from the PARSONS SUN, no date shown:
DALEY’S PRISON CAMP CHIEF
NOW FACING ATROCITY CHARGE
Tsutomu Shiba, medical captain in the Japanese army, must stand trial on charges of beating and mistreating Pvt. Michael (Mike)Daley, 2421 Main, and ten other Allied war prisoners, it has been learned here through an Associated Press dispatch.
Daley, who was taken prisoner by the Japs on the island of Java early in l942 and not liberated until September, l945, was confined at the Hakodate prison camp, where the alleged atrocities took place in l943 and l944.
Charge Atrocities
The specifications filed by an Allied headquarters legal section with a military tribunal in Tokyo accuse Shiba of permitting members of his medical staff to commit varied atrocities against Daley, one other American and nine British soldiers.
Daley is the son of Mrs. J. S. Daley and at present is in Los Angeles visiting friends. He is on a 90 day furlough and will report May l0 at the Santa Monica, Cal., separation center, where he expects to receive his honorable discharge from the army.
Expects Discharge Soon
Daley, while here on a brief convalescent leave from the Camp Carson, Colo., hospital over the Thanksgiving holidays, never mentioned Shiba by name but did relate having been severely mistreated at the hands of the Hakodate camp staff, it was reported. He has fully recovered, however, and expects to receive his discharge soon after reporting to the separation center.
From the KANSAS CITY STAR March 5, 1945
CHARGE JAP MEDIC
BEAT KANSAS YOUTH IN PRISON CAMP
Tokyo, March 5 (AP)--Tsutomu Shiba, formerly medical captain in the Japanese army, was charged formally Tuesday with beating and mistreating allied war prisoners including two Americans and nine British.
In specifications filed by the allied headquarters legal section with a military tribunal, Shiba also was accused of permitting members of his medical staff to commit varied atrocities at Hakodate prison camp in l943 and l944.
Among those named as victims was Pvt. Michael Daley, Parsons, Kan.
from the KANSAS CITY STAR, Jan 11, 1946
GUILTY JAP NEAR TEARS
PRISON CAMP COMMANDER IS GIVEN LIFE TERM.
FURUSHIMA ALMOST WEEPS AS COURT
CONVICTS HIM OF BRUTALITY, ACQUITS
ON CHARGE OF WITHHOLDING FOOD.
YOKOHAMA, Jan. 11.(AP)--Lieut. Chotaro Furushima, third Japanese prison camp commandant to be convicted of the brutal mistreatment of Americans, nearly wept today as his sentence—life imprisonment—was read. His wife, in the rear of the courtroom, remained impassive.
Furushima, former school teacher and vice-mayor of Funatsu, was acquitted by the trial commission of two specifications alleging that he deprived internees of adequate food. was convicted of brutalities for which the prosecution had sought the death penalty. "The trial was satisfactory." said Furushima’s attorney.
In earlier cases, one camp commandant had been sentenced to death and another to life imprisonment at hard labor. All three sentences are subject to review by Lieut. Gen. C. P. Hall, U.S. Eighth army commandant.
A Japanese captain charged with responsibility of the deaths of four Allied prisoners of war goes on trial Monday or Tuesday—the fourth war crimes defendant in Japan.
Eighth army authorities announced a lengthy indictment against Capt. Haichi Hirate, former commander of the Hakodate prison camp on the northern Japanese island of Hokkaido.
Hirate is charged personally with the death of British Pfc. Raymond Suttle of Hadleigh, Suffolk, and of responsibility for the deaths of another British soldier and two Dutch soldiers.
Daley Prison Camp Chief to Trial
YOKOHAMA (AP)--Tsutomu Shiba, former Japanese army captain who once was medical officer at the Hakkodate prisoner of war camp will go on trial Monday before an Eighth army tribunal on atrocity charges.
Shiba also is accused of permitting a subordinate to strike Pvt. Michael Daley, 2421 Main St. Parsons, Ks.
MIKE'S LETTERS
SHORT STORYFrom the PARSONS SUN no date shown
BIG DAY AT DALEY HOME WHEN 3 SONS
ONE OF WHOM HAD BEEN POW ARE HOME
FOR A VISIT WITH MOTHER AND SISTERS
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The children of Mrs. James S. Daley, 242l Main, were all home for Thanksgiving this year for the first time in several years, with the exception of a daughter, Mrs. Mary Williams, Ashland, Ky., who was unable to be here.
The crowning event was the return of Corp. Michael J. Daley, Pow since Feb. 24, l942, who reached home the day before thanksgiving.
Another son in service, corp. John Daley, radio operator in the air corps at Victorville, Calif. was granted a furlough at the time. Staff Sgt. Bernard F. Daley received his discharge Nov. l5 at Fort Leavenworth and came home immediately. Another daughter. Miss Dolores Rita Daley lives with her mother.
Corp. M. J. Daley returned to the U. S. Army hospital at Camp Carson, Colo. after spending 10 days here. He has been in service since March, 1941 first serving in the field artillery. After Pearl Harbor when the army was out of guns and ammunition he was transferred to the air corps, where he served as a gunner on a Fortress.
He was taken prisoner by the Japs when his plane was shot down in the hills of Java, Feb. 24, l942. He walked out of a prison camp Sept. 16, 1945, after the Japs surrendered and worked his way to the American lines. He was a member of the Lost Battalion. He is wearing the Presidential citation with 2 oak leaf clusters, 4 battles stars, and the Philippine campaign ribbon, pre pearl harbor ribbon, defense of the Philippine ribbon, Asiatic theater ribbon, good conduct ribbon and the regulation ribbons. He prefers not to talk about his treatment while a prisoner.
Staff Sgt B. F. Daley served 38 months in the African theater and middle East. He has been in service since May 1942.
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From the PARSONS SUN no date shown
22-YEAR TERM TO JAP CAMP CHIEF
Nobuhiro Miyakawa, civilian guard at the Japanese prisoner of war camp at Hokkaido, Japan, has been convicted of perpetrating war crimes against prisoners and has been sentenced to 22 years imprisonment at hard labor.
His trial, held in Tokyo, was completed last week. Mike Daley, well-known Parsonian, was held a prisoner in the camp and was one of the prisoners listed in the complaints as having been abused by Miyakawa.
From the PARSONS SUN no date shown
A BIG DAY FOR DALEY FAMILY
It will be a real Thanksgiving tomorrow for Mrs. Mary B. Daley, 2421 Main, who will celebrate the day with five of her six children. Special guest of honor will be her son Michael J. who arrived home today after spending more than three years in a Japs prison camp.
Mike as he is better known, slipped home quietly today and hopes to spend his first Thanksgiving at home in five years without very many interruptions. All members of the family are here with the exception of one daughter Mary, who is in Ashland, Ky.
Mike was one of the first casualties from the Parsons area in the war. He was listed as "missing in action: on Java in June 1942, and since that time has been a prisoner of the Japs. He was a telephone operator with the army service of supply and was sent to Java late in 1941 shortly before the attack on Pearl Harbor.
Since his liberation he has been convalescing in an army hospital to which he will return at the end of Thanksgiving furlough.
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This from the Kansas City Star no date shown
REASON FOR THANKFULNESS
KANSAS SOLDIER MISSING SINCE
JUNE 1942, HAS REACHED HOME
PARSONS, KAS., NOV. 22.—Thanksgiving was particularly significant this year for Mrs. Mary B. Daley. Her son, Michael J. Daley listed as missing and believed dead since early in the pacific war, arrived home late yesterday after being help three and one half years in a Japanese prison camp. He was captured by the Japs in Java in June, 1942





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