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Re: The Advanced Writer's Club

Postby Make_a__Scene » Thu Feb 14, 2013 2:37 pm

Rolly-chan wrote:I think the debate is still going on, about which terms to use, and who uses which terms, and all that xD It still confuses me quite a bit (that bit about psychoticism does make sense, though, since psychopathy doesn't really mean anything that contributes to a psychopath xD). Hare's explanation is that some people use sociopathy because they believe that social factors are the main cause for that condition, while psychopathy is used by those that believe it's caused by psychological, genetic and biological factors such as neurochemical imbalance, certain genes that make you vulnerable to develop it, etc. But although I like that differentiation, it still confuses me XD

The antisocial personality disorder is from the DSM, while the dissocial personality disorder is from the ICD, and they're pretty much the same but for some slight differences. Psychosis isn't a personality disorder, and doesn't really mean you have problems with empathy. Psychotic patients lose touch with the real world from time to time (not all the time), which can manifest itself as delusions, hallucinations, agitated states and such (and also withdrawal symptoms and apathy, but that's only when they're in a psychotic state). A severe form of a psychosis is schizophrenia, for example, and schizophrenic patients have lucid times, too. And they certainly can feel and exhibit empathy and love. They just don't always walk in the same space and time as the rest of us.
Some books, TV shows and movies depict it pretty well what it approximately looks like when a person is currently in a psychotic state (like Criminal Minds, crime shows in general when there's a character with a mental disorder in the episode, the movie Silver Linings, American Psycho - though that one's also a bit on the psychopathic side, ...).
Schizophrenia with negative symptoms (as in apathy, motionlessness, slow reaction to stimuli, etc) is regarded as worse than one with positive symptoms (as in delusions, hallucinations, etc), because there are therapies and meds that help with the positive symptoms, but it's hard as hell to alleviate the negative ones. And the ones with a negative symptomatology of course also have shallow emotions, including little empathy. But they also won't show much else other than apathetically standing or sitting around, not saying and moving much.
But we're talking about the ability to feel love here, and psychotic patients are able to during their lucid times.

I must make a brief break here and marvel at all the things I can still remember about all that o_o The mind's a wondrous place.

Oooh, I'd love to read that if you have it available. I'm a bit sad that there aren't more antagonists like The Joker, for example (who is a psychopath, and Christopher Nolan's depiction of that is viewed as really good by several psychiatrists and psychologists). It seems like the vast majority wants antagonists that have incredibly good reasons and can be comprehended on an emotional level, while I want psychopaths, who simply are not emotionally comprehensible. xD
You simply can't beat psychopaths in twisted-ness. /D
Which is why my main antagonist in my current original story is a psychopath. I'm not very nice towards my characters in that story, and it's kind of scary how sadistic I am with them XD
I think the character with the worst past in this story is Stella, who was abused and forced by her parents to make animal and later human sacrifices and who now has a split personality because of it. I say only split and not multiple because she only houses one more person inside her. I know that dissociative personality disorder aka multiple personality disorder is a controversial topic, because some deny that it even exists, but for my story, which is in the supernatural genre anyway, I've decided that it does exist xD
The other characters aren't that much better off, though. All of them have experienced some sort of trauma. It's kind of a prerequisite for the positions they have.
I think all of my sadistic tendencies will be used up in that story XD
Anyway, I needed a really twisted antagonist for my plot, and a psychopath was the best choice. I guess I won't be posting that story on CS *lol*


I have read that people who favour nature in the nature vs. nurture debate tend to use the word psychopath, while people who favour nurture use sociopath. But I think that's kind of stupid, because the leading experts in sociopathy say that it is genetic, and if you're male you have a more likely chance of being a sociopath if you have a male relative who is also a sociopath. Also, there's a positive correlation between sociopathy and super males (XYY).

Dissocial and antisocial are very similar, but they still are separate. Maybe I'm mistaken, but I think the biggest difference is that dissocial is partially characterized by amorality. I know that psychosis isn't a personality disorder in and of itself, but it can certainly lead to personality disorders and impaired empathy. Psychosis is just such a broad psychological term that a lot of different factors can come into play depending on the person.
I have a friend who was diagnosed with psychosis, and she has trouble with empathy because of her inability to separate reality from nonreality.

I, unfortunately, don't have any public-ready stories to share with my psychopathic character. I think I might have spun the idea off the Joker some time ago, originally, because I really like the "evil for the sake of being evil" trait. His name is Maria, and he's half siren and half demon. The idea was that since his breeds are just pure spawns of evil, he was just evil because he could get away with it. That's the character who doesn't feel love. I've tried to throw him into a couple role plays and a couple stories, but he hasn't really stuck in anything yet.
My other character, the one who's asocial, is strictly a role play character for now. I absolutely love him, and I love writing for him, but I think that a lot of people hate role playing with him because he's so hard to interact with.
This role play didn't get very far, but I think I posted for James twice, so that should be a fair example of how I play him. I should also mention that he has Middle Child Syndrome, which led to an attention disorder.
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Re: The Advanced Writer's Club

Postby OrangeNeon » Thu Feb 14, 2013 4:54 pm

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Re: The Advanced Writer's Club

Postby eden . » Fri Feb 15, 2013 5:58 am

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Re: The Advanced Writer's Club

Postby Rolly-chan » Fri Feb 15, 2013 7:55 am

1000 Umbrellas wrote:[size=85]I have read that people who favour nature in the nature vs. nurture debate tend to use the word psychopath, while people who favour nurture use sociopath. But I think that's kind of stupid, because the leading experts in sociopathy say that it is genetic, and if you're male you have a more likely chance of being a sociopath if you have a male relative who is also a sociopath. Also, there's a positive correlation between sociopathy and super males (XYY).

I think every serious scientist/researcher is aware that it is part genetic. I guess it's the extend to which it is genetic they're not very agreeing about. Some believe it depends more on nurture, and that nature has less of an influence than that, though it's still there. But it's very hard to conduct good studies about that. You'd need to factor in every little detail, from the severity of the disorder, to interrater correlates. And then you'd need people who are experienced in the use of the PCL, because it's not that easy, but that's also the reason it's the best method to diagnose psychopathy to this day. Then there's the problem to find enough psychopaths/sociopaths for your sample. People who research that usually go into prisons because the chance to find psychopaths there is 10 to 30 percent higher. But this means you can't extrapolate to other populations.
There are also way too many confounding variables, like the fact that children of psychopaths don't have the best conditions to start with because of the parent's psychopathy. I don't think you can take the studies about psychopaths at face-value just like that.
That's kind of the reason I think they'll never reach a consensus (unless humanity, like, invents methods that can measure it perfectly or something).

Dissocial and antisocial are very similar, but they still are separate. Maybe I'm mistaken, but I think the biggest difference is that dissocial is partially characterized by amorality. I know that psychosis isn't a personality disorder in and of itself, but it can certainly lead to personality disorders and impaired empathy. Psychosis is just such a broad psychological term that a lot of different factors can come into play depending on the person.
I have a friend who was diagnosed with psychosis, and she has trouble with empathy because of her inability to separate reality from nonreality.

Yes, dissocial and antisocial are separate, but that's only because they are listed in different manuals / classification systems. I think if the manuals needed to be merged, they would also merge dissocial and antisocial personality disorder. Psychosis is way too vague for my taste, actually xD But yeah, it CAN lead to empathy problems, though I've not heard that it impairs your empathy so much that you can't have feelings of love any more (I'm not sure if we have the same definition of love. I don't only mean romantic love, just to be clear).

I, unfortunately, don't have any public-ready stories to share with my psychopathic character. I think I might have spun the idea off the Joker some time ago, originally, because I really like the "evil for the sake of being evil" trait. His name is Maria, and he's half siren and half demon. The idea was that since his breeds are just pure spawns of evil, he was just evil because he could get away with it. That's the character who doesn't feel love. I've tried to throw him into a couple role plays and a couple stories, but he hasn't really stuck in anything yet.
My other character, the one who's asocial, is strictly a role play character for now. I absolutely love him, and I love writing for him, but I think that a lot of people hate role playing with him because he's so hard to interact with.

That's an interesting combination of breeds. Totally makes sense that he's purely evil, too. I'd really love to read about him if you ever decide to write about him again and finish it xD
And I can absolutely see how people will hate playing with such a character. I'm usually not a role-player at all. I did participate in some, like, 6 years ago or something, and there was a really cool roleplay on here once about seven sins and seven virtues and I had created a narcissistic schizoid character for that roleplay and noticed that it was really hard for ME too to interact with others because he simply did. not. want. company. >_> I think the others also didn't really like him, haha. How can I blame them if my character just ignores when someone needs help and even insults them in his head for NEEDING it in the first place XD
Having such characters isn't easy *lol* I understand you *nods*

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Re: The Advanced Writer's Club

Postby herondale. » Fri Feb 15, 2013 8:49 am

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    The strange girls sarcastic waving had Oli feeling even more uncomfortable than before, the hand that was currently holding Caroline's tightened the smallest fraction. He gasped slightly when he felt the girl's hand brush his hip, leaving him with an odd tickling sensation against his skin, before his pace increased a fair amount that he was almost unintentionally dragging Caroline along behind him. It was only by the time he reached the edge of the park that her faint whimpers and comments of disdain reached Oli's ears and he glanced over at her small figure to see her trying to loosen her hand from his hold, a slight look of pain crossing her features.

    Oli sighed quietly and loosened his vice-like hold on her small hand. "Sorry, Carol," he said and watched as she glanced up at him, her lower lip wobbling slightly. "I don't know why I reacted the way I did..." he mused partially to himself, gaze wandering to the pavement for a moment, before he then focused back on Caroline. His usual soft smile made a reappearence as he then asked, "Want to sit on my shoulders?"
    It seemed as though that was all that Caroline needed as an excited squeak left her mouth. "Yes, please!" she cried, pulling her hand out of his to reach up towards him with grasping hands. Oli chuckled to himself as he lifted the girl up, ducked his head slightly before she slotted perfectly onto his shoulders and used his hair as a means of keeping balance.
    Oli winced slightly as he began to walk, the feel of his hair being tugged making him a little uncomfortable. "Try not to tug too hard, Carol," he said as his hands lightly grasped hold of her shins to steady her and he tilted his head to glance at her.
    The brunette nodded her head, the smile still fresh on her face. "Sorry, okay," she replied before her gaze averted to their surroundings, clearly liking being up so high.
    "Good girl," Oli muttered as he then focused on walking.

    If he was honest, he didn't exactly want to return to their apartment and was trying to think of any means that would allow them to stay out for a while longer. Though there was still a chill to the air, it had become refreshingly cool against his bare skin and, despite the numbness occuring on the tip of his nose and cheeks, he much prefered this to being couped up inside. Of course, when he returned to the apartment, he'd start on his school work and that was perhaps another reason for them to stay outside longer. He felt as though the encounter with the strange girl had stolen his and Caroline's free time to do as they pleased and after a few extra moments, Oli passed the turning that led down to their apartment and he noticed Caroline's confusion immediately. Vaguely seeing chocolate brown waves flying about in his peripherial vision, Oli smiled inwardly. "Oli," Caroline's quiet voice began, "the apartment's that way-"
    "I know, I know," he replied as he continued to walk, "I just thought we needed a walk, some fresh air, okay?" He turned his head a little so he could see her from the edge of his vision. Her delicate shoulders lifted in a shrug before she nodded and went back to gazing excitedly at her surroundings.
    A thoughtful look crossed her face for a moment as she rested her chin against the top of Oli's head. "Oli," she began again and Oli hummed in acknowledgement, "who was that weird girl?" There was a pause before she added, "She's scary and mean... I don't like her."
    Oli made a tutting noise and shook his head gently as to not to unbalance the girl. "Don't say that, Carol. Everyone has their reasons for acting the way they do," he explained. "You never know, she could be having a rough day."
    "Yeah, but she was mean to me... I just don't like her," Caroline muttered, lower lip jutting out slightly in a stubborn fashion.
    "I know, Carol," he replied. "But passing judgement on others isn't kind or nice. There's always a reason behind every action. I'm sure she has hers, whatever it is, and we just need to understand that, even if someone looks as though they're being unneccassarily mean, they just need some time." Oli looked up slightly at Caroline as he spoke, vaguely seeing her hazel eyes staring down at him. "Okay?" he said, a warm smile on his lips.
    "Okay, Oli-wollie," she said with a small smile of her own. Then it seemed as though her mind had leapt to something else. "Can we get ice cream? Or a hot chocolate? I'm thirsty."
    Oli rolled his eyes at her quick change of subject before laughing quietly. "Alright," he said and felt Carol wriggle in excitement.

    How one small child could become so excitable over such small things astounded him but he wouldn't have wanted Caroline to be any other way. It was her excitement and enthusiasm that got him through so many tricky situations. If it wasn't for her, Oli was sure he would've lapsed into depression just like his mother. Caroline was his reason to continue soldiering on. Since his mother had begun to distance herself from him, their relationship had begun to turn towards the rocks. Oli never argued with his mother. He dared not raise his voice at her for fear of hurting her. But his mother didn't seem to feel the same and, on occassion, she'd lost her temper with him. Oli knew it wasn't her fault and that she was simply struggling but it was difficult to cope with all the same. He tried to help her as best he could but even he could be pushed away only so many times.

    "Oli," spoke the quiet voice above him once more.
    Oli laughed. "You're very talkative this morning, aren't you."
    Caroline made a squeaky giggling noise before lapsing into silence. "What're you thinking about? You look like you're thinking bad things," she mused.
    Sometimes Carol was too observent for her own good - or, rather, Oli's - but he guessed that she'd grown up having to read into what people were thinking. Despite how close Oli believed they were, they weren't as open with one another as he would like. Well, at least, he and his mother had trouble talking at the moment. Caroline was always there and, despite her young age, she was perhaps the easiest person for Oli to confide in.
    Pausing for a moment, Oli shook his head a little. "Nothing, I was just thinking about mum, that's all," he said quietly, his expression a little softer than it had been.
    "She'll be okay, right?" Caroline asked and Oli found himself frowning immediately.
    "What do you mean? Of course she will, Carol," he replied, "Why do you ask?"
    Caroline shrugged. "She just seems... sad," she replied. "I don't like it."
    Oli lightly took one of her small hands out of his hair and lightly held onto it. "I know, Carol. But everything will be okay, alright?" he said lightly, just as the cafe he was heading towards came into view.
    Caroline seemed to enthused by her thoughts to notice, nodding solemnly as her fingers wrapped around his own and squeezed them lightly. "Okay," she muttered.
    "Okay," he replied before speaking in a slightly more upbeat tone, "now lets go get some hot chocolate." He carefully removed Caroline from his shoulders as he spoke, at which she giggled again with excitement.

    Throughout all of this, however, Oli's attention was still partially back at the bench with the girl. He couldn't help himself. There was something about her that just seemed so out of the ordinary that it had him puzzled. Her attitude was certainly not something Oli was beginning to hold in high regard... but he still pondered on her all the same, wondering why she had acted the way she had.

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Re: The Advanced Writer's Club

Postby princess pudding » Mon Feb 18, 2013 3:26 pm

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si vous plait?

Postby eden . » Tue Feb 19, 2013 10:59 am

could you guys take a look at my intro for a story, here?
sorry it's kind of long. you can look at like the first paragraph or two, if you'd like .-.''

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I was going to try and publish the first version but I wasn't 100% satisfied with it, and since authors always have drafts, I guess the first one I edited was the less-rough rough draft, and this will be more closer-to-final final draft. In any case, I'll be making some changes to the first one that I wrote. Some of you might have read the previous one, so idk how much you'll enjoy this one. I'm actually considering cutting alexander's POV completely from the new version. post / pm me your thoughts on that.
the original ended with 90379 words, so I'll try and get around that this time around, too.
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      On June fifth, 2012, my mom died from lung cancer. She was a smoker, although she wasn’t exactly a chain smoker, but that didn’t really mean much to the doctors. By that time, I had finish off with declining grades and failed finals in my sophomore year of college, and I spent the first few weeks of my summer vacation with my dad as he tried to plan the funeral without losing it every three seconds and me not even bothering to control myself each morning. My “grossly ridiculous” sleeping hours extended into “near clinical depression” sleeping hours. Every time I woke up, I was more tired than when I started, and I wished I could just go back to sleep, again.
      On June twenty ninth, 2012, we had my mom’s funeral. I hated every single second of it. From the moment I stepped through the entrance of the small church, I felt this revulsion, this force that nearly made me throw up all over the floor. The single aisle curved and swung like a snake and the vaulted ceiling sank closer and closer to my head, closing me in. The walls slowly came up to my sides, suffocating me. I couldn’t breathe. The black mourning clothes I wore choked me and felt restraining. I wanted to go home and hide in my bed. I wanted to go back to sleep.
      On June twenty ninth, 2012, at three sixteen in the afternoon, my mom’s casket was shut tight and wheeled out of the church. I stared after it, determined to burn the image into my brain. My memory was terrible. When it rounded the corner, I could barely remember the trim on the wood. I unresponsively stared at my family members and allowed them to put their arms around me in what was supposed to be a comforting hug, but the only thing I felt was impatience. And numbness. But mostly impatience. There were tear streaks all over my cheeks and neck, and it made everything sticky. I was thirsty, my legs were tired, my throat hurt because I was trying to stop myself from shouting at the rafters because no church would be big enough to hold a funeral for a woman like my mom, and I didn’t want to stand here anymore. I wanted to go home. I wanted to mourn my mom.
      On July fifteenth, 2012, my dad finally asked me straight out how I was doing. It was from the entrance of my room, when I was under my covers and staring at the floor because I couldn’t fall asleep no matter how badly I wanted to. He was standing there awkwardly, unsure of how to approach me. There was a white mug in his hand, steaming with, I assumed, freshly brewed coffee, half shaven and disheveled, deep shadows under his eyes because of his sleepless nights and unforgiving workload. Owning a business did not stop for anyone, which seemed to be the greatest injustice that my dad had to face, but the corporate office spared him little time to mourn before it forced him back to work. There were new wrinkles on his face that I never recalled had been there before, and his hair was grayer with stress, pure fatigue, and barely subdued devastation. I didn’t even look up. After a moment, I heard him sigh and the floorboards creak as he retreated downstairs to look at the sales of the store for that week. When I asked later, he admitted to me that they were doing worse than before, which was saying something.
      On July twenty second, 2012, I finally dared to step downstairs and have more than whatever chips, water, and other quick and available foods I had eaten whenever I had been awake enough to manage to take two steps out my room. Mind, it was only cup ramen, but it was a start. My dad, having sensed that we would not be having full meals for a long, long time, had bought boxes of cup ramen weeks ago. The cupboards weren’t filled with anything else. I took one, trembling out of hunger and cold, and filled the cup with water from the boiler and added the powder. The menial task forced me to concentrate harder than I ever had to before in my life. More than once, I considered leaving the cup half filled, half opened, and half flavored and retreat back to my room and go back to sleep. I never felt hungry in my sleep.
      On July thirtieth, 2012, my dad came from work very late—around midnight—and found me sobbing over a bowl of instant noodles, barely managing to keep them down. I looked ridiculous and pitiful, ramen half in my mouth and half out, as tears slipped down my cheeks and my nose streaming. I couldn’t find the willpower to swallow, but I was able to manage a few more bites anyway before I gripped my chopsticks and fell back into my chair, crying around a mouthful of food. Dad just kind of stood there, unsure of what to do. My dad and I never spoke heart to heart. Our past subjects of conversation were limited to school, grades, the names of friends that he promptly forgot, and colleges when I got older. It was never anything I blamed or resented him for, and most of my life, there was no problem. Mom had always been there.
      On August first, 2012, I tried cooking some soup because I felt a stirring of guilt for not trying harder for my dad, who now had to manage the business without my mom’s support and found himself widowed and at a loss of what to do with his nineteen year old daughter who had another two years of college to go through and whose life he knew very little about. I am proud to say that I was able to finish making it start to finish, even though the tofu blocks were basically tofu halves and the flavor was severely lacking. My dad ate most of the pot of it when he came home. I guess it was a mix of relief that I was doing something and the fact that he’d never had actual food for about two months.
      On September fourth, 2012, the first day of classes happened at Columbia University, and I wasn’t there for it. Neither my dad nor I had bothered to let them know that I was definitely coming back, and while they had heard about my predicament near the end of the year last year, they had been in the dark regarding my current status. My arrival was delayed because of my dad’s and my sluggishness and lack of effort to do anything those days. By the time I had gathered the energy to walk through the doors of the college, classes had been in full swing for a week. The roommates had been chosen. The orchestra auditions were the day of my arrival. Unsure and unaware that I was coming back, I had been shunted from the dorms by the administration. I was essentially homeless.
      On September nineteenth, 2012, my closest friend Eun found me a vacant apartment not too far from the university.
      On September twentieth, 2012, I visited the apartment and approved of the facilities while she explained I would have to room with the other person interested in the place for the sake of making the rent.
      On September twenty first, 2012, I met Alexander.
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Re: si vous plait?

Postby Artesian » Tue Feb 19, 2013 11:17 am

an asian to the knee wrote:could you guys take a look at my intro for a story, here?
sorry it's kind of long. you can look at like the first paragraph or two, if you'd like .-.''

an asian to the knee wrote:
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I was going to try and publish the first version but I wasn't 100% satisfied with it, and since authors always have drafts, I guess the first one I edited was the less-rough rough draft, and this will be more closer-to-final final draft. In any case, I'll be making some changes to the first one that I wrote. Some of you might have read the previous one, so idk how much you'll enjoy this one. I'm actually considering cutting alexander's POV completely from the new version. post / pm me your thoughts on that.
the original ended with 90379 words, so I'll try and get around that this time around, too.
1258 / 90379



Honestly, Asian, I'm not really thrilled with it, it was a better intro in the first one. Spoiler, highlight to see if you've read the previous version:[Part of the power of Alex x 2 is the surprise of finding out just how hurt Alexandra was, and just how messed up Alexander is. This deadpan approach: my mom died and I was very sad, just seems to be... dragging the reader through it.] Don't get me wrong, it's well written. The portrayal of her grief feels natural and realistic, but... [It's kinda a spoiler. Turns from a "I'm a normal girl who is going to have a roommate" to "This is a sad story and you'll be going through it with me."] Also, I wouldn't drop Alexander's parts. [Without them, it'll just be: Huh, my roommate who was an interesting guy turned out to be a drug addict. That stinks. ].
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Re: The Advanced Writer's Club

Postby eden . » Tue Feb 19, 2013 11:22 am

la;ksjdf;alskdf do you think so

hm I wasn't sure. because I feel like I didn't highlight Alexandra's "MY MOM IS DEAD" enough only because it was kind of like "how did she get over it so fast ????" hm, so you think I should keep the original more? I didn't think about it like that o3o
hmmmm I don't want to drag anyone :C
gah I hate intros

okay but hm, do you think I should change anything in the first version of the intro? because especially the first sentence I was like "eeeeeeh".
mmh. Alexander is harder to portray but I'll keep it if you think it'll make the story better

also ty for saying it was well written even though it's not as good an intro as the first.

edit: I guess it's because I didn't think I really did the surprises convincingly. I actually didn't realize the devastation of alexandra was much of a surprise ... I thought I over dramatized it because I didn't have any pretense of it before in the story. and I thought alexander and his personality change was too sudden .-.
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Re: The Advanced Writer's Club

Postby Make_a__Scene » Wed Feb 20, 2013 4:19 pm

I need help with a plot point for a short story I'm writing for a competition on this site; it ends the 24th, so if someone could PM me ASAP that would be wonderful.
    I do not have writer's block
    My writer just hates the clock
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