This blog post would be too long for the amount of computer time I have at the Dallas Public Library if I were to chronicle the incidents which led from my brief residence at Dallas International Street Church to my move last night to the homeless shelter known as The Bridge (which is located just a few blocks south of the main Dallas library). Suffice it to say that I am now staying at that shelter as of late yesterday. In order to contact me, people will need to use the contact information at http://www.mdhadallas.org/the_bridge.aspx. It's an undesirable situation, but them again, the same thing could be said with regard to staying at any homeless shelter. At least the mattress was reasonably comfortable last night. And they allowed me to put my larger suitcases into a storage bin assigned to me, so I don't have to lug them all over downtown Dallas, which would be a real hardship. The food there is also fairly good, although the food was better at the Lighthouse Mission in Bellingham, WA on the one time when I ate there.
The web site says they offer mail services, so anyone wishing to send financial help to me can do so in care of that facility.Metro Dallas Homeless Alliance (located at The Bridge), 1818 Corsicana, Dallas Texas 75201 . Tel: 214 670 1101 . Info@MDHADallas.org
I can also be reached, as usual, at mwp1212@gmail.com., as long as I can continue to go online at the library. I also have been told that the shelter has its own library with internet access. How that compares to the library, I do not yet know.
The shelter also offers help to folks seeking employment. Also health care, a laundry and more.
They offer a small packet with toothbrush and toothpaste, and a little bit of soap, but I think I am going to have to step out and go to the dollar store I visited the other day in order to buy another towel. How I lost the first towel I bought, I do not know, but it was just $5, and I should be able to handle that expense since I put my laptop into a pawn shop. Needless to say, I'm unhappy about that, since I highly value the laptop (and the data on it). But at least there are these computers at the library.
The Bridge seems to have problems holding onto necessities such as toilet paper. I am not normally in the habit of swiping toilet paper from public restroom facilities, but one does what one has to do, and I am not going to run around with a smelly behind.just because The Bridge can't keep its basic supplies in stock.
They have rules, such as the very important rule that one cannot stay out past 10:00 p.m., but that is somewhat understandable considering that one is fortunate in a city with the population of Dallas to get a bed at all.
I do wish I had a blanket, but I was able to keep somewhat warm last night with the two sweaters I was wearing, even though the top sweater had seen better days. I'm told that the Salvation Army will be paying a visit to us tomorrow, and they may donate some clothes or blankets.
I have an issue with my unemployment insurance payments, which were being sent via direct deposit to my Chase account. But Chase totally closed that account just a couple of days ago! I may have to contact IDES to get them to mail the payments directly to me in care of The Bridge.
Any financial help anyone can send to me at that shelter will be greatly appreciated.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
When It Rains, It Pours
As I write this, I'm sitting in the McDonalds near the Martin Luther King Jr. DART Train stop in Dallas, Texas. They do have Wi-Fi, and when one is actually in the store, it seems to work fairly well. But I look forward with trepidation to the prospect of going outside and walking over to that station to catch the bus back to the Dallas International Street Church. It is raining ferociously outside, and I have no umbrella or rain jacket. Plus, the church floor (on which I have been sleeping recently) tends to get really cold anyway. I am almost completely out of money, and it seems likely that I'm really going to have to beg and plead, just to fill my stomach until I get my next payment from IDES (Illinois Department of Employment Security).
I guess some would call me a coward, because such things tend to frighten me. I want to live a comfortable life, with a minimum of insecurity. That has not been the case for quite some time; if anything, things seem to be getting even worse.
I wanted to be a man of faith. In theory, I admired such men. But the reality is turning out to be something I never anticipated when I was a younger Christian. It's been said that life is full of tests to one's faith, and that's an understatement.
Of course, it could be worse. At least no one is firing bullets at me. That's something to remember on Thanksgiving, I guess.
Well, my battery is getting down to 18% remaining, which means I don't have much more time online. Time to turn off the computer and see if I can get a trash bag with which to cover the computer in an effort to protect it from rain damage, before walking over to the bus station. At least I still have a little bit of money on my DART bus pass.
I guess some would call me a coward, because such things tend to frighten me. I want to live a comfortable life, with a minimum of insecurity. That has not been the case for quite some time; if anything, things seem to be getting even worse.
I wanted to be a man of faith. In theory, I admired such men. But the reality is turning out to be something I never anticipated when I was a younger Christian. It's been said that life is full of tests to one's faith, and that's an understatement.
Of course, it could be worse. At least no one is firing bullets at me. That's something to remember on Thanksgiving, I guess.
Well, my battery is getting down to 18% remaining, which means I don't have much more time online. Time to turn off the computer and see if I can get a trash bag with which to cover the computer in an effort to protect it from rain damage, before walking over to the bus station. At least I still have a little bit of money on my DART bus pass.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Stuck in Dallas
Last week I found myself in a predicament. I'd been living in Bellingham, Washington for the past year, with a Facebook friend named Everett Barton. He was a fellow Christian who had learned about a project of mine, which I called the Christian Arts Initiative. He had also learned about my having been recently evicted from my 11 x 14 room at the Lawson House YMCA, where I had lived for the past 14 years. For the vast majority of that time, I'd worked in various office jobs, and I'd paid my rent, usually on time. But as you may know, the economy of our nation of the United States of America has really gone into the dumper (especially during the past year or two), and a lot of folks have lost their jobs. If they weren't making huge amounts of money to begin with, it doesn't take very long for such people to fall behind on their rent or mortgage payments.
In my case, it was the rent payments that caused my eviction from that YMCA. When I lost my most recent job, I was successful in applying for unemployment insurance benefits, but the benefit amount awarded to me just wasn't enough to enable me to keep up with the rent. That's why I found myself, in late 2010, discarding a lot of personal possessions, and travelling across the upper part of the country in a Greyhound bus, whereupon I met with Everett and began sleeping on his couch with his little white Jack Russell terrier curled up at night between my ankles. I attended Hillcrest Chapel, Everett's church, with him on Sundays. I also spent some time, on Tuesdays for a while, attending a Christian men's fellowship group called Band of Brothers.
Right after arriving in Bellingham, I came to realize that I wasn't out of the woods by any means. Everett's own home had been foreclosed, and while he'd managed temporarily to avoid being kicked out of that house (which was in a sad state of disrepair), it was clear to me that it wasn't likely to be long before that happened. In a sense, my fate was tied with Everett's fate insofar as housing was concerned. The checks I got from my unemployement insurance enabled me to pretty much pay for my basic food and living experiences (thanks in part to the fact that their monthly bus passes in Bellingham were only $23, compared with about $70 a month in Chicago). I even managed to save enough money to buy a laptop computer, which I knew I would need for the purpose of seeking a job, since the library there only offered one hour a day on the computers, six days a week. But I didn't find a job.
That was due, in part, to the fact that I spent too much time trying to make connections related to my dream of starting (or rather, continuing) a project I called the Christian Arts Initiative. Bellingham is a very artistic town, and it seemed feasible to me that such a ministry would be successful. I frankly believe that it would have been, if I'd succeeded in procuring support from Everett's church. But I didn't procure that support, not because the church leaders ever gave me any principled reasons for opposition to the project, but for reasons which seemed mostly related to their dislike of my communication style, which they found to be too verbose (as I later discovered). I frankly thought, and still think, that that was a pretty lame reason, based on arbitrary criteria which had no biblical basis of which I was aware. But the facts were what they were, and it was futile and pointless for me to argue.
It didn't help that in June 2011, I had a stroke which put me in the hospital for several days. The period after that was spent learning just to get around on the cane I got from the Lion's Club. I'm able to walk without that cane now, but I'm still feeling the effects of the stroke, in terms of the negative effect it had on my equilibrium (sense of balance). Fortunately, the type of work I normally do (mostly office work) does not require great equilibrium.
Especially after the stroke, I spent a fair amount of time browsing the web with my laptop computer, looking for possible solutions to my two related problems pertaining to my need for a job and my need for housing. I'd gotten myself placed on a waiting list for housing via the Opportunity Council, but I was getting more and more signals from Everett and from the Opportunity Council, strongly suggesting that I was unlikely to get housing through that organization soon enough to help me before my stay in Everett's house came to an end. (I couldn't afford to wait until February or later.) The thought of being forced to move into a homeless shelter was a source of additional depression for me, because while I knew that Bellingham had a relatively nice shelter known as the Lighthouse Mission, I'd learned from them that they could offer nothing much in terms of help with the extra storage I would need in order to avoid having to throw away materials pertaining to my plans for the Christian Arts Initiative. I'd created a lot of artistically creative work with my camera and my computer, and also (earlier, in the 1990s) with the keyboard instruments I managed to acquire for a short period of time. It would be a major setback to have to give up those CDs I had burned because I couldn't afford a place to store them.
For obvious reasons, I developed a fascination with different housing and shelter options for folks in predicaments such as mine. One of those options involved the cabins being manufactured by Monolithic, a company in Italy, Texas. Relatively speaking, those cabins were quite inexpensive, in comparison with more conventional homes. Moreover, I learned that Monolithic was looking for sales reps to help them to sell the units, which could be shipped to nearly any location in the continental United States, and maybe even elsewhere, after being completely built there in Italy. I reasoned as follows:
Sure enough, when I got to Dallas, I found that my money was already starting to get seriously depleted. At that rate, I'd be "broke" (and maybe literally broken) in no time. I stayed in a motel room after arrival, because three solid nights of trying to get rest on a constantly moving Greyhound bus had me feeling exhausted and in need of a REAL bed! But then I started to get scared when I saw just how little money I had in my account. On Sunday morning, I therefore called a cab, which delivered me to that church (Dallas International Street Church, a/k/a DISC) just as they were about to start their worship service.
They aren't dummies at DISC, and seeing me arrive with two suitcases and a small book bag (for my laptop computer) made them aware that I needed some hospitality, without the need for me to say so.
I've therefore been sleeping on the floor of their sanctuary for the past several days. (It wasn't horrible at first, but last night I didn't even get a mattress, and it was very, very uncomfortable and cold.) HINT: Someone needs to donate some proper inflatable mattresses to these folks pronto! Enough for at least ten people or so.
Unfortunately, they seem to be under the impression that I came so that I could become a permanent or semi-permanent part of their rehab program. Technically, it's true that I am temporarily homeless, but provided that Monolithic accepts my proposal that I become one of their sales reps, I anticipate that I will soon have a roof over my own head, back in Bellingham, and I will be in a position to start selling their products to the people of Washington, British Columbia and Alaska. (See explanatory notes below.) I figured that traveling to Italy would enable me to learn everything I'd need to learn in order to properly represent Monolithic and its products, and in order to handle the technical details related to such sales.
Monolithic candidly told me in an e-mail that they would not be able to pay me a salary above and beyond my sales commissions. If I had no income at all, that would be a deal breaker, but as I said, the money I was getting from unemployment insurance while I still lived with Everett in Bellingham was enabling me to feed myself. Plus, they have great food banks there, although I didn't often use them because Everett (bless his heart) was a bit of a hoarder, and he was already bringing home so much food from the Food Bank that there wasn't any room for my own food bank stuff there as well! The unemployment insurance checks should continue to come to me until around May 2012, so my primary concern financially is persuading Monolithic to furnish me with a cabin (for housing and sales purposes), and raising the funds for the return trip to Washington, so that I can start selling those units. (Needless to say, we'll also need to find and legally acquire property on which to place the cabin once it's in Bellingham.)
Sunday night, the folks from the church where I'm staying (the Dallas International Street Church) took a bus load of people to a revival service at another church (the Fountain Church of the Living Word). Amazingly, I met and made connections with a young man (named Shaun) who seemed to respond very positively when I told him about my epic journey to Italy. I audaciously suggested to him that since he had his own car, he might be able to drive me down there in order to finish doing what I came here to do. He seemed to be open to that idea, so I am going to go back to that church this afternoon in an effort to follow up on that meeting.
If not, perhaps the Monolithic folks could send someone to Dallas to pick up up and take me down there. From what I've seen, there doesn't seem to be an affordable commuter train or bus I could take to and from Dallas to the town of Italy.
DISC (the church where I am staying) still seems to be under the impression that I am there to participate in their discipleship/training program. It's a very good program, from what I have seen, if one is currently struggling with the sort of issues more commonly associated with homelessness (such as alcoholism and drug addiction), but that doesn't even remotely describe me accurately. If I end up in the same place in life that most of their graduates end up in, I will regard that as an enormous setback, not as a victory!
Please pray that my progress will resume, and please pray that my current hosts and benefactors will not take offense when I say, "Thanks but no thanks" to their attempts to impose a schedule on me which will hinder that progress.
Also, I can see a possible scenario (which I may describe in a future blog post) where my association with Monolithic would prove to be a huge blessing for the DISC ministry. After all, they clearly need additional housing units for the homeless, and they recently received a donation (on a piece of rural property east of Dallas) of a 34 acre plot of land suitable for placement of additional buildings in the form of Monolithic cabins.
They've already built a Life Skills training and ministry building there, and it ostensibly includes or will include housing, but I foresee growth for their ministry, and I think they are going to need more homeless housing there. (Maybe then folks wouldn't be forced to sleep on the floor of their sanctuary, the way I've had to do.) I believe that the smart folks at Monolithic could be persuaded to donate or at least lend several cabin units to the ministry, in exchange for the promotional value they would receive if they capitalized on the situation with the use of videos, press releases, groundbreaking ceremonies attended by state officials with impressive credentials and so forth.
By placing one or more Monolithic cabins on that piece of land, the men and women of DISC could operate as sales reps for Monolithic, and thereby receive that 6% sales commission every time they sold a cabin. Even 6% sales commissions on their least expensive unit (about $15,000) would be a substantial payment of about $900, which is a whole lot more than they're likely to get in the offering plate in a month of Sundays from a congregation consisting mostly of homeless people or formerly homeless people.
They could also offer lodging in those units, during special events such as church retreats, and they could earn money from fees paid by people able to pay such fees.
In other words, it could be a win/win scenario for all concerned.
FYI, I am posting this blog post in order to make it easier to clearly communicate, both with the folks at Monolithic and the folks at the Dallas International Street Church.
In my case, it was the rent payments that caused my eviction from that YMCA. When I lost my most recent job, I was successful in applying for unemployment insurance benefits, but the benefit amount awarded to me just wasn't enough to enable me to keep up with the rent. That's why I found myself, in late 2010, discarding a lot of personal possessions, and travelling across the upper part of the country in a Greyhound bus, whereupon I met with Everett and began sleeping on his couch with his little white Jack Russell terrier curled up at night between my ankles. I attended Hillcrest Chapel, Everett's church, with him on Sundays. I also spent some time, on Tuesdays for a while, attending a Christian men's fellowship group called Band of Brothers.
Right after arriving in Bellingham, I came to realize that I wasn't out of the woods by any means. Everett's own home had been foreclosed, and while he'd managed temporarily to avoid being kicked out of that house (which was in a sad state of disrepair), it was clear to me that it wasn't likely to be long before that happened. In a sense, my fate was tied with Everett's fate insofar as housing was concerned. The checks I got from my unemployement insurance enabled me to pretty much pay for my basic food and living experiences (thanks in part to the fact that their monthly bus passes in Bellingham were only $23, compared with about $70 a month in Chicago). I even managed to save enough money to buy a laptop computer, which I knew I would need for the purpose of seeking a job, since the library there only offered one hour a day on the computers, six days a week. But I didn't find a job.
That was due, in part, to the fact that I spent too much time trying to make connections related to my dream of starting (or rather, continuing) a project I called the Christian Arts Initiative. Bellingham is a very artistic town, and it seemed feasible to me that such a ministry would be successful. I frankly believe that it would have been, if I'd succeeded in procuring support from Everett's church. But I didn't procure that support, not because the church leaders ever gave me any principled reasons for opposition to the project, but for reasons which seemed mostly related to their dislike of my communication style, which they found to be too verbose (as I later discovered). I frankly thought, and still think, that that was a pretty lame reason, based on arbitrary criteria which had no biblical basis of which I was aware. But the facts were what they were, and it was futile and pointless for me to argue.
It didn't help that in June 2011, I had a stroke which put me in the hospital for several days. The period after that was spent learning just to get around on the cane I got from the Lion's Club. I'm able to walk without that cane now, but I'm still feeling the effects of the stroke, in terms of the negative effect it had on my equilibrium (sense of balance). Fortunately, the type of work I normally do (mostly office work) does not require great equilibrium.
Especially after the stroke, I spent a fair amount of time browsing the web with my laptop computer, looking for possible solutions to my two related problems pertaining to my need for a job and my need for housing. I'd gotten myself placed on a waiting list for housing via the Opportunity Council, but I was getting more and more signals from Everett and from the Opportunity Council, strongly suggesting that I was unlikely to get housing through that organization soon enough to help me before my stay in Everett's house came to an end. (I couldn't afford to wait until February or later.) The thought of being forced to move into a homeless shelter was a source of additional depression for me, because while I knew that Bellingham had a relatively nice shelter known as the Lighthouse Mission, I'd learned from them that they could offer nothing much in terms of help with the extra storage I would need in order to avoid having to throw away materials pertaining to my plans for the Christian Arts Initiative. I'd created a lot of artistically creative work with my camera and my computer, and also (earlier, in the 1990s) with the keyboard instruments I managed to acquire for a short period of time. It would be a major setback to have to give up those CDs I had burned because I couldn't afford a place to store them.
For obvious reasons, I developed a fascination with different housing and shelter options for folks in predicaments such as mine. One of those options involved the cabins being manufactured by Monolithic, a company in Italy, Texas. Relatively speaking, those cabins were quite inexpensive, in comparison with more conventional homes. Moreover, I learned that Monolithic was looking for sales reps to help them to sell the units, which could be shipped to nearly any location in the continental United States, and maybe even elsewhere, after being completely built there in Italy. I reasoned as follows:
- They would need sample cabins in each location where they sought regional sales representation. No one would want to buy solely from a web photo or a printed photo, without seeing an actual unit.
- These sample cabins wouldn't be needed for sales presentations in the evening hours when I was sleeping. So if the company furnished me with the cabin I would need in order to do my job, I would effectively be provided with an appealing alternative to the homeless shelter, in terms of insuring that I would continue to have a roof over my head, even if Everett wasn't able to keep his house.
- My abilities in terms of communication (including both graphic design and copywriting) would enable me to sell the units to their target market. I would emphasize the superior resistance to damage from natural disasters such as earthquakes, tornadoes and hurricanes. My new knowledge about the fact that the town of Bellingham was very vulnerable to earthquake damage (on account of being within the Cascadia Subduction Zone) would be a selling point.
- Those portable cabins were already being promoted by Monolithic as "worker housing" (which would benefit the numerous fruit farmers in Washington state when it came time to hire laborers for the harvest). And after all, was I not a "worker"? The fact that I was actually living in the unit at night while using it as a sales office during the daytime would drive home that selling point.
- I also wanted to explore the potential for creating inespensive versions of the kind of "floating homes" popular near Seattle, WA and Portland, OR. (It would be relatively simple, or so it seems to me, to set one of these pre-manufactured "dome cabins" atop a suitable floating support.) Such floating homes would be far more affordable than the high prices folks are accustomed to paying. Some go for hundreds of thousands of dollars, or even more. There are even realtors and home owners associations specializing in such floating homes.
- I would also explore the possibility of promoting the cabins at the Bellingham port for the very frequently traveled Alaska Marine Highway (involving a huge and very luxurious ferry), which was just right down the street, a short bus trip from Everett's house. (http://www.dot.state.ak.us/amhs/ contains information about that ferry.) Simply by having a sales rep in Bellingham, Monolithic would gain access to a substantial percentage of the people living or working or vacationing in Alaska.
- An illuminated ad could also be place indoors at the very popular Bellis Fair mall there. (One ad there would generate a lot of interest, I calculated.) That mall is one of the main reasons for frequent traffic between Washington State and British Columbia. It is also seen by many of the people who pass through Bellingham on account of the Alaska Marine Highway.
Sure enough, when I got to Dallas, I found that my money was already starting to get seriously depleted. At that rate, I'd be "broke" (and maybe literally broken) in no time. I stayed in a motel room after arrival, because three solid nights of trying to get rest on a constantly moving Greyhound bus had me feeling exhausted and in need of a REAL bed! But then I started to get scared when I saw just how little money I had in my account. On Sunday morning, I therefore called a cab, which delivered me to that church (Dallas International Street Church, a/k/a DISC) just as they were about to start their worship service.
They aren't dummies at DISC, and seeing me arrive with two suitcases and a small book bag (for my laptop computer) made them aware that I needed some hospitality, without the need for me to say so.
I've therefore been sleeping on the floor of their sanctuary for the past several days. (It wasn't horrible at first, but last night I didn't even get a mattress, and it was very, very uncomfortable and cold.) HINT: Someone needs to donate some proper inflatable mattresses to these folks pronto! Enough for at least ten people or so.
Unfortunately, they seem to be under the impression that I came so that I could become a permanent or semi-permanent part of their rehab program. Technically, it's true that I am temporarily homeless, but provided that Monolithic accepts my proposal that I become one of their sales reps, I anticipate that I will soon have a roof over my own head, back in Bellingham, and I will be in a position to start selling their products to the people of Washington, British Columbia and Alaska. (See explanatory notes below.) I figured that traveling to Italy would enable me to learn everything I'd need to learn in order to properly represent Monolithic and its products, and in order to handle the technical details related to such sales.
Monolithic candidly told me in an e-mail that they would not be able to pay me a salary above and beyond my sales commissions. If I had no income at all, that would be a deal breaker, but as I said, the money I was getting from unemployment insurance while I still lived with Everett in Bellingham was enabling me to feed myself. Plus, they have great food banks there, although I didn't often use them because Everett (bless his heart) was a bit of a hoarder, and he was already bringing home so much food from the Food Bank that there wasn't any room for my own food bank stuff there as well! The unemployment insurance checks should continue to come to me until around May 2012, so my primary concern financially is persuading Monolithic to furnish me with a cabin (for housing and sales purposes), and raising the funds for the return trip to Washington, so that I can start selling those units. (Needless to say, we'll also need to find and legally acquire property on which to place the cabin once it's in Bellingham.)
Sunday night, the folks from the church where I'm staying (the Dallas International Street Church) took a bus load of people to a revival service at another church (the Fountain Church of the Living Word). Amazingly, I met and made connections with a young man (named Shaun) who seemed to respond very positively when I told him about my epic journey to Italy. I audaciously suggested to him that since he had his own car, he might be able to drive me down there in order to finish doing what I came here to do. He seemed to be open to that idea, so I am going to go back to that church this afternoon in an effort to follow up on that meeting.
If not, perhaps the Monolithic folks could send someone to Dallas to pick up up and take me down there. From what I've seen, there doesn't seem to be an affordable commuter train or bus I could take to and from Dallas to the town of Italy.
DISC (the church where I am staying) still seems to be under the impression that I am there to participate in their discipleship/training program. It's a very good program, from what I have seen, if one is currently struggling with the sort of issues more commonly associated with homelessness (such as alcoholism and drug addiction), but that doesn't even remotely describe me accurately. If I end up in the same place in life that most of their graduates end up in, I will regard that as an enormous setback, not as a victory!
Please pray that my progress will resume, and please pray that my current hosts and benefactors will not take offense when I say, "Thanks but no thanks" to their attempts to impose a schedule on me which will hinder that progress.
Also, I can see a possible scenario (which I may describe in a future blog post) where my association with Monolithic would prove to be a huge blessing for the DISC ministry. After all, they clearly need additional housing units for the homeless, and they recently received a donation (on a piece of rural property east of Dallas) of a 34 acre plot of land suitable for placement of additional buildings in the form of Monolithic cabins.
They've already built a Life Skills training and ministry building there, and it ostensibly includes or will include housing, but I foresee growth for their ministry, and I think they are going to need more homeless housing there. (Maybe then folks wouldn't be forced to sleep on the floor of their sanctuary, the way I've had to do.) I believe that the smart folks at Monolithic could be persuaded to donate or at least lend several cabin units to the ministry, in exchange for the promotional value they would receive if they capitalized on the situation with the use of videos, press releases, groundbreaking ceremonies attended by state officials with impressive credentials and so forth.
By placing one or more Monolithic cabins on that piece of land, the men and women of DISC could operate as sales reps for Monolithic, and thereby receive that 6% sales commission every time they sold a cabin. Even 6% sales commissions on their least expensive unit (about $15,000) would be a substantial payment of about $900, which is a whole lot more than they're likely to get in the offering plate in a month of Sundays from a congregation consisting mostly of homeless people or formerly homeless people.
They could also offer lodging in those units, during special events such as church retreats, and they could earn money from fees paid by people able to pay such fees.
In other words, it could be a win/win scenario for all concerned.
FYI, I am posting this blog post in order to make it easier to clearly communicate, both with the folks at Monolithic and the folks at the Dallas International Street Church.
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