'Creative Non-Fiction'

Portfolio 3-Short Fiction

Writing short fiction was definitely a huge challenge for me. Out of all the genres that we covered over the semester, short story writing seemed to be the most difficult for me.  Making up characters and putting them into a story is harder than it looks.  I have always stuck to poetry because that’s what I know I am good at and that’s where I feel safe.  Writing short fiction has taken me out of my comfort zone and I am glad this class helped me get acquainted with it.

I  had many struggles with my story, “The Progeny”. I started out brainstorming ideas of what I wanted my story to be about.  I knew right away that I wanted to write about the Moon and the Sun quarreling. I took that image and decided that it would be an interesting story if I used the sun and the moon as the mothers of our world. I didn’t want the story to be cliché but I wanted it to have a mythological sound. My story was intended to start off positive and end negatively but the rise and fall of the moon and sun were the main focus of my story. As I read over my story again, I did feel like the closing paragraph could have been seen as biased because of the word “we”. I do feel like this should be changed considering that the narrator played a neutral role throughout the story.  I think using the word “they” makes it flow better.

My second story, “The Magical Wheelchair: A Christmas Story”, was easier to write for some reason. I just thought of it right away and it didn’t take long to write. This story is more of a comedy/drama and having dialogue was interesting because I’ve never tried that before. I had a lot of fun creating my characters so I’m looking forward to hearing your feedback.

This class has been a great learning experience.  I enjoy any opportunity that allows me to be creative. In this class, I was kind of able to be forced into doing new things and writing in genres I’ve never tried before.  I wish we could have spent more time writing in class and sharing instead of working at home on the blogs. In this class and many others I have taken, I feel that the blog writing disconnects the student from the teacher. I’m an old fashioned student I guess. I did really enjoy the free writing exercises but I think we spent too much time focusing on the weekly readings. It’s definitely beneficial to read other stories and poems in the genre you are writing in, but at the same time, sometimes the class seemed to be more of a normal literature survey class than a creative writing class. All in all, this class has been fun and a good learning experience and I look forward to taking more workshop classes. Next semester I am taking poetry workshop. Maybe the semester after that I will take one in in short fiction writing. We’ll see.

The Magical Wheelchair: A Christmas Story

Gilbert White lives in a brownstone apartment with a decent view of Central Park. He does not have any friends or family and is a rather lonely old man. He collects disability checks and spends his days walking through the park. He looks forward to these walks and enjoys the exercise and the fresh air. He has Tourette syndrome so he is unable to keep a job. He had worked for the post office delivering mail for forty years but his disability caused him to lose his job. People were constantly complaining and Gilbert’s boss didn’t want to keep losing customers. Gilbert has a case of what is called Coprolalia in which he yells obscenities at people uncontrollably. This illness is difficult to control and it has greatly affected the way Gilbert lives. It has held him back from living a normal life but nothing prepared Gilbert for the day that would change his life forever.

Gilbert was crossing the street one day to take his usual daily walk in the park. While he was in the middle of the street, his Tourette’s kicked in and he yelled “HOE” while his head just happened to be facing in the direction of a sensitive old lady next to him. She began hitting Gilbert with her purse in the middle of the busy street while a car started racing right for them. The old lady saw the car and moved out of the way in time but Gilbert did not see it coming and it hit him. Gilbert suffered major injuries and became a paraplegic. When he awoke in the hospital from his unconscious sleep and couldn’t feel his legs, he came to the realization that his new form of transportation would become a wheelchair. He began to worry about not being able to take his walk through Central Park anymore.

When he was taken home to his apartment, Gilbert was surprised to see a wheelchair sitting there waiting for him with a red ribbon on it. He didn’t know how it got there but Gilbert was a simple man and never questioned anything. The wheelchair looked every bit of normal. It was fully functional and durable, both the things that Gilbert needed for his strolls through the park. It was all he was concerned about and Gilbert didn’t ever hope for anything more.

It was night time and Gilbert got sleepy. He wheeled over to his bed and lifted himself up. Gilbert felt overwhelmed knowing that he would have to do this every night. For the first time ever, Gilbert realized he was alone and that feeling made him cry. He cried himself to sleep that night only to awake to the same reality. Every day Gilbert woke up, made himself breakfast, took his daily stroll on his wheelchair through Central Park, and came back home to spend the rest of his evening alone. And every night he would lift himself onto his bed and cry himself to sleep.

One night while Gilbert was sleeping, he was awakened by a little man in a green suit.

“Are you currently seeking employment?”, asked little man asked.

Gilbert was not frightened at all and responded “Yes, but I am not able to work around people.”

The little guy told the man that he already knew everything about Gilbert and still needed his assistance. “What kind of job?”, asked Gilbert.

The little man grinned and said, “A job at the post office”.

Gilbert was excited and missed his job at the post office so he agreed to go with the little man when he told Gilbert that they must leave at that moment. The visitor helped Gilbert into the wheelchair and brought him up to the roof. He told Gilbert to hold on and yelled “Beam me up Scottie!”

All of a sudden, Gilbert noticed he wasn’t on the ground anymore. They floated up together, way above the clouds, so high until all Gilbert could see was white. There was white snow everywhere around him when the wheelchair landed. There were more little men around singing and building toys and the whole place looked like it was a page out of a children‘s book.

“Welcome to the North Pole. My name is Fredrick”, said the Elf…and the wheelchair that you are sitting in is magical. We are offering you a place to live here with us with a job and full benefits. Unlimited refills on hot cocoa and an everlasting supply of happiness. With that wheelchair, it will give you the chance to be in both worlds.”

Gilbert was astonished. So astonished, that he started to question why all this was happening and asked the elf, “Why me?” Soon then, he realized that in the North Pole, he had full use of his legs and his Tourette’s was gone.

“Here you can be productive and happy. Your job responsibilities include helping Santa and the elves prepare the toys all year for Christmas and enjoying all the great perks that the North Pole has to offer…Here you can have friends and celebrate every day. There is never a sad day here at the North Pole”, said the elf.

Gilbert could not turn down this opportunity and started right away. The North Pole employed Gilbert from January through November of every year. But for the month of December, Gilbert took off to stay in his world. He found comfort in strolling in his wheelchair through Central Park for the whole month during the holidays. He wore a Santa suit, (that he borrowed from Santa himself), and people encouraged and welcomed him while he yelled, “HOE HOE HOE” with a smile on his face. This brought Gilbert great joy that he could find a way to bring  joy to others. He was merry and the old man never cried himself to sleep again.

The Progeny (Revised)

In the beginning there was a paradise where everything was created in a series of two. This paradise was operated by a system of duplicate constructions. There was a double of every animal and insect. All the plants were dually mounted from the root, linked as allies and connected with loyalty and love, creating a sturdy family of symmetrical balance inside the ground and above the surface. Nothing could move them and they certainly didn’t want to be moved. The balance of two created an equilibrium of serenity and stability. Even the trees stood grounded with confidence on two feet, entrenched like soldiers in their firmest poses, just waiting for the strong winds of a wandering war to come and try to knock them down.

This was the empire of the Sun and the Moon. They worked together to maintain their kingdom and to conserve their perfectly synchronized union. They showed no ambivalence towards one another and worked in a harmonious partnership. There was only one rule; an understanding between them both that once a creation was made, it could not be touched or changed; only monitored.

They relied on each other. The Sun was the mother of the Day and ruled with the power of Light. She provided growth, warmth and direction. The Moon was the mother of Night and ruled with the power of Darkness. Her dim and underwhelmed glimmer, evanescently offered the empire a peaceful slumber and played the role of an alternate sun for all nocturnal animals. The Moon was envious of the Sun, and the Sun was truly confident, if not vain. The Sun created the first of everything and the Moon could only shadow her vision. This inevitably made the Moon start to feel inferior.

Although the Paradise seemed imminent to perfection, there was always work to be done. The Moon continued to make reproductions of the Sun’s creations without hesitation. The Moon knew that any action that went outside the norm would alter the steady union of their empire. Nonetheless, she felt it was necessary to prove to the Sun that she was also capable of creating perfection. It was the Moon’s turn to shine.

Without informing the Sun, the Moon conceived her own creation and planned to birth it forward. In order to follow through, the Moon knew she had to outsmart the Sun even for just a few minutes. By doing this, The Sun would be temporarily out of jurisdiction. This would be the day that everything changed. The Sun had no idea what was coming. The Moon at her fullest potential rose out from her underworld and stretched forth to eclipse the bright Sun. Her momentous strength filled the sky so vindictively, that all the animals and creations below felt a great chill of terror rumble through them. Once the Sun was completely obstructed from interfering, the Empire grew dark and grim. It was then that the Moon created the Empire’s first Human. She was female and undoubtedly beautiful. Her hair sable like the darkness of Night and her skin enchantingly pale. She was embodied with all the attributes the Moon could give her but these also included her mother‘s darkest characteristics. The girl, incarnated from the most malevolent intentions, looked up at her mother with devious eyes. She was the first epitome of evil that the Empire has ever seen, controlled by an unknown rage that was handed down from her mother. The Moon looked down at her creation and became afraid of her own child. A greater force was now in control and not even the Moon nor the Sun could save the empire from Human destruction.

While immersed in her failure, the Moon felt helpless and began to descend while the Sun’s resilient determination returned her vibrant brightness throughout the sky once again. The Sun felt betrayed for the first time but her light burned brighter than ever before. She looked below at the Moon’s feral creation and felt the somber essence of the human’s impious demeanor. She feared that this human creation would be the beginning of the end. She knew she must prevent the destruction of the Empire she worked so hard to maintain. This human was unstable and destructive but nothing could be done to remove her. She would be an inescapable threat to their Kingdom. In order to stabilize the wild human, there must be an equal body to balance the original.

The Sun sweat profusely from pressure and anxiety. She needed this next creation to be flawless and so her desperate passion to succeed repressed her ability to think clearly. Her intention was to create an opposite but at the same time make a stronger and superior creation to outdo the Moon’s work .This human was not to be anything like the Moon’s human. After much hard work, The Sun was ready to deliver her creation to protect and defend her Empire. Her stunning design was born. He was a divine production of the Sun. His yellow wavy locks flowed like fervent springs down his perfect face. His intense skin unblemished, gorgeous gold. His heart pumped from the brightest energy. The human knew he was stunning and became conceited. He inherited the Sun’s confidence but he was arrogant and did not care about anything other than himself. He was obsessed with his own perfection and lacked any potential to be useful to the Sun’s cause. She knew she had failed much worse than the Moon. Because of their competitive nature, the reign of the Sun and the Moon inevitably came to an end. They would soon be overthrown by a new kind of regime, one that would dominated their Paradise indefinitely.

The Human Race ruled the empire after the fall of the Moon and the Sun. The Sun and the Moon became slaves and would rise and set whenever they were required to. The Man and Woman ruled their own separate realms and agreed to share equal power over the empire. The duality of the empire was convenient in such that they were able to divide all of the creations down the middle so that they would both have the same amount of things to possess. The Woman was hungry for more power but remained cool and collective on the outside. She continuously plotted against the Man in order to overthrow him but her endeavors were always ineffective. The Man took full advantage of nature and spent all his time near the stream staring admirably at his own reflection, oblivious of the Woman’s scheming strategies.

Inevitably, the Humans mated and the rise of their race populated their Paradise. To the Moon and the Sun’s surprise, the first biological human offspring  were doubles; human twins. The new Dynasty grew strong and the rapid ascension of humanity populated into millions.  These are their roots, sturdily planted inside their history. They are firmly held together by their passion to survive.  They are beautiful creatures bred from vanity, arrogance and vengeance.  They are greedy, insatiable, never satisfied. They are successful in producing quantity but not quality. They are the Human Race, racing to rise, racing to rule.

Female Serial Killers and Wrap up

Because this is my last post on this topic, I wanted to do a wrap up. But because I’ve been doing some research on female serial killers, it wouldn’t be fair to only list the men and not include the women. So with that said, here is some information on female killers.

It’s not that female killers are rare, they are just harder to find. Their victims are usually people they know. These crimes are mostly emotionally connected, however, there are instances where these women have killed people they don’t know or have teamed up with a man to kill people but the majority of killings are committed through personal/emotional motive.

There are 2 main types of female serial killers:

Black Widows
Black Widows kill family members and partners for financial gain.

Angels of Death
Angels of Death target victims who are unable to protect or defend themselves. For example, children or the elderly.

Other categories women fall into are sexual predator killers or revenge killers.

Women serial killers are said to kill by:

  •     Poison (The majority)
  •     Shootings (used by 20%),
  •     Suffocation (16%),
  •     Stabbing (11%),
  •     Drowning (5%)

    ***While researching, I found no evidence of women killing by sadistic rituals.

Because I’m a fan of movies and shows about serial killers, I did research on Aileen Wuornos, who was the inspiration for the movie Monster. I think Aileen Wuornos falls into the category of sexual predator and revenge killer.

Aileen Wuornos
Killed seven men between 1989-1990 but claimed self defense
Sentenced to lethal injection-October 9, 2002.

Aileen had a brother a little older than her. Aileen and her brother were abandoned by their mother when she was only 4 years old and so they were adopted by their grandparents. Her mother divorced her father but Wuornos never met him because he was in prison for raping and trying to murder a young boy just when she was born. Aileen’s father was a schizophrenic, who committed sex crimes against minors. He killed himself in prison when she was 13.

Wuornos started to engage in sexual activities at 12 years old. She would peform sexual acts for food and drugs. She also had sexual relations with her own brother.Wuornos claimed that she was sexually assaulted by her alchoholic grandfather. At age 14, she became pregnant after being raped by her grandfather’s friend. She gave the child up for adoption and she began prostituting at age 15 to financially support herself.

After committing crime after crime, she eventually started killing and shot most if not all her victims. She was put to death by lethal injection in 2002. She had no trust in people, society and in the media. She felt like she wasn’t being portrayed in a fair light. She said this in an interview: “A raped woman got executed, and was used for books and movies and shit…Thanks a lot, society, for railroading my ass.”

I think Aileen’s history explains ALL of why she killed men. She claimed self defense a lot because she lived in fear her whole life. Her body was never her own and her mind was never at ease. After all she’s been through, I don’t blame her for wanting to get even with men. Being raped can take everything from a woman; her pride, power,hope…She wanted to have control back and she tried to find that in prostitution and murder. It’s a shame that someone who has been through so much grief and pain was sentenced to die. I personally don’t think the death penalty was a reasonable sentence because she obviously wasn’t a cold hearted killer. She had a heart, it just was misplaced with vengeance which shouldn’t be punished by death. What she really needed was a caring family and friends and a whole lot of therapy.

To sum all of this up with past posts, what I’ve learned through researching serial killers is that serial killers are people too. They were born into the world and were guided through the direction of their parents. Parents play a HUGE role in what happens to these people in the future. Whether they grow up in abusive households, with alcoholic parents, confined with no social lives, rape victims, mommy and daddy issues, etc. Good direction starts in the home. If these children are victims of a bad upbringing, it raises their chances of becoming unstable adults. I find that the recorded # of serial killers has went down in today’s world maybe due to the options we have as far as technology and medicine. I strongly believe that If a child shows signs of strange social behavior, this should be addressed immediately, especially if there are problems at home. The schools need to be alert and responsive to these issues and make sure the child receives all the help he/she deserves. Not because all troubled children will become serial killers, but because all children deserve to have a stable, healthy life and a clean slate into adulthood.

Thank you, The End.




Ted Bundy-The American Psycho–Warning:Gory Details Ahead

Ted Bundy

(November 24, 1946 – January 24, 1989)

Murderer, Necrophile, Rapist, Kidnapper

Confessed to at least 30-40 murders soon before his electric chair execution in 1989 in a Florida prison.


“We serial killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere. And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow.” -Ted Bundy



Growing up, Ted was unsure for quite some time who his father was. There were suspicions that his father may actually have been his own grandfather; (his mother’s father). Family, friends, and the public thought this to be true for a long time. He later found out this was not true. Ted held resentment towards his mother for never fully being honest about who is father was.

Ted’s mother eventually met a man with last name Bundy and married him. He adopted Ted. They conceived four children of their own but Ted’s relationship with his stepfather was distant.

As a young shy boy, Ted liked looking at pictures of naked women which is nothing out of the ordinary. His behavior started to gradually change. As a teen and into his college years he started to become interested in reading sexually explicit stories and consumed alcohol on a regular basis. He would walk the streets at night peeping into windows hoping to find women undressing. He was also intrigued by stealing.

He started dating in college and fell in love with his first girlfriend but she left him because he seemed unmotivated and immature. Ted became depressed and dropped out of school. The break up drastically changed him. He decided after this point to become another Ted. He enrolled in college and received a degree in psychology. Bundy was soon accepted into law school and received a stunning amount of letters of recommendation. He later got a job with a government agency which worked on missing women cases. He was a bright with an excelling career. But this was all a facade.



Bundy was handsome and very smart, He lured women in using these traits because he knew women would be attracted to him. He would hang out in public places where he would pretend to be a police officer or a figure of authority. He also at times faked injuries to lure women and then began assaulting, raping, and mutilating them. After he killed these women, he would sometimes go back to the bodies and perform sexual acts with them once they started to decompose. He would also keep the heads of some of his victims.

All of Bundy’s known victims were 15-25 years of age. They were all white females of middle class and most of them in college. In addition, many of his victims are said to have a physical resemblance to his college girlfriend, although Bundy protests against this theory. He states that they are all just young and attractive woman which was vital in his selection. This is questionable since Bundy was known to consistently be in denial and shifted blame to make himself feel better about what he’s done.


Overall thoughts

Of course like many killers, Ted took pictures of most of his victims. He felt like the women he killed were his possessions. Possession was a motive. Ted believed that if you want something you need to take it.  The pursuit of ‘taking’ became an evil adventure for him and turned into a sadistic way of life for Ted. Normal on the outside, serial killer on the inside. It reminds me of the movie American Psycho a little bit.

Something interesting that I came across about Ted is that he would always drink alcohol before approaching his victims. He is known to have stated that this is necessary in doing what he does. According to him, the alcohol aids in clouding his moral demons and keeps the ‘old Ted’ from taking over. He was seen as heartless, sadistic sociopath but on the other hand, he needed to drink in order to do what he did.  His history contains a lack of validation from women and failed relationships. No wonder why his victims were all female. And that explains why he wanted to possess them for himself. He wanted to take back what he lacked: Control. This gave him back the power that he believed he never had with the women in his life. He was frequently in denial and made up excuses for his actions. This looks to me like a man who feels guilty about something. He may have looked like a sociopath but I think that was a facade as well.

Also, like Gain’s family history, Bundy had issues with his mother.  This is an interesting pattern and i’m intrigued by it.  I’m excited to see who else has mommy issues.







Ed Gain…One mother’s creation

In real life, there are no villains like there are in the movies and TV shows. There are only disturbed people that become infamous due to their outrageous behavior. The media has a way of building these people up and giving them a name; nicknames.. This in my opinion, drives and motivates these people to continue to do what they do and do it even better to maintain their reputations. These nicknames usually are a combination of location and crime. A few examples would be “The Long Island Ripper” or “The Boston Strangler”. The American media uses this kind of labeling propaganda a lot to make the headline story more interesting. They always come up with a catch phrase or quirk so that people will get reeled in. This may make the news more interesting but at the same time this is also what the serial killer wants; attention. Although It’s actually even weirder when the killer creates his own nickname. In these cases, maybe they don’t want the media mocking them and labeling them as something they don’t want to be.

I’m going on a rant….Back to the task at hand, which is analyzing these killers. Lets first start with Ed Gain. I want to start with him because he was the inspiration for “Buffalo Bill” in Silence of the Lambs, Psycho‘s Norman Bates and “Leatherface” in The Chainsaw Massacre. All movies that I’ve seen and still love.


Ed was born August 27, 1906 in Wisconsin. He had an older brother and they resided in Plainfield, Wisconsin permanently. Ed’s mother moved to this small town to make sure her sons were not influenced by the outsiders of society. Ed spent most of his time doing chores on the farm and going to school. His mother was a very religious woman. She would chose the most violent verses out of the bible and read them to her children them daily. She also preached endlessly to her boys about how all women were the devil’s work.

Gain did well in his academics but was bullied in school and didn’t have many friends which is most likely due to his mother’s control over him. He tried to make her happy but she continued to abuse both of her children. She was in an unhappy marriage but didn’t believe in divorce because of religious values. She took out her aggressions on her boys. The boys only had each other, spending their childhood and teen years detached from outsiders.

Both brothers started working when their father died in 1940 by a heart attack. This would make Ed 34 years old. They worked as handymen, but Ed also babysat for people he knew in his town. As Ed’s brother started to verbalize negative feelings toward his mother, Ed always protected her and never went against her. On a night of a fire, Ed’s brother wound up dead but after investigation, it was not the fire that killed him. Some suspected foul play, but no charges were made against Ed

After Gein’s mother passed away in1945, Gein was mentally destroyed. He stayed in the farm house and left his mother’s room untouched. It wasn’t until after her death that he became fascinated about death.


The first known occurrence of outrageous behavior was In 1957. The hardware store owner went missing. The police found the woman’s body on Gain’s property. She was decapitated and hung upside down by ropes. She had been shot and killed and the mutilations to her body were clearly made after death. After searching Ed’s house, the police found an insane amount of disturbing things such as body parts of other people, human bones and human skin masks, female heads, organs…etc.

Once Gain was interviewed by police, he admitted to digging up graves of women that looked like his mother and took the bodies home. He used their skin to make things. He also decided after his mother’s death that he wanted a sex change so he began to create a suit of skin so he could pretend to be a female.

In 1984, Gein died of cancer. His life and reputation has lived on in books, movies, and TV. In fact, there was also a musical made about Ed Gain which is performed in his birthplace of Wisconsin. I can’t imagine why…


After reading his story, it proves true, and in this case, almost too true that we are products of our parents. In Ed’s case, he was not able to be any other person because his mother had control over who and what he would become. Ed didn’t hate his mother although he became a slave to her. It mentally took him over and after she died, he felt that he still needed her and logically decided that he needed to become her to survive in the world. I feel sympathy for Gain. Obviously, I don’t agree with what he has done, but this all looks to me like a kid trying to have a mother that was never there for him the way he needed her to be. In my opinion, he was stuck in this limbo and it killed him, which ultimately made him the killer he became.




America’s Fascination with Serial Killers

What is a Serial Killer?

Many people can say that at least once in their lives they have wished that someone didn’t exist. Normally, we all figure this is just a way of venting stress and that none of us actually want to kill anyone or wish anyone harm. For a regular person, the thought of killing someone is completely unfathomable. We all have impulses but live by an ethical code of morals and we consider ourselves to be able to differentiate between right and wrong. For others, this is not always so black and white. For some, the only way for them to live, is to kill. How does a person become this way? What drives a person to become a serial killer?

A serial killer is normally defined as an person who has murdered three or more people over a month, with a break in between murders. They are usually driven by their own psychological gratification. The murders are usually done in a similar style and the victims may share something in common. It is usual for the victims to look the same, have the same age, race, sex, or occupation.

It’s safe to say that the United States has the highest percentage of serial killers in the world. In America, the bulk of reported serial killers are white males, usually in their twenties to thirties. The characteristics of a serial killer may or may not be easy to spot. The person may be extremely intelligent and may seem to be pretty normal with a normal job. They could have been raised or currently remain in an unstable family or have been abused as a child. They could have abandonment issues and control issues. Serial Killers may be sadistic and also be interested in unusual sexual fetishes and necrophilia. They could even be psychopathic which means that they lack any kind of empathy towards their victims and feel no guilt. Above this they can also be extremely impulsive people and often live by their own set of rules but usually know how to blend in the the norm of society.  Knowing all of this, the thought of a normal day Joe Schmo possibly being a serial killer is very disturbing.

In today’s society, serial killers are featured as main characters in all types of media, including movies, T.V. , and books. Audiences enjoy viewing the thrilling, the horrific, and the morally distasteful. From TV shows like Criminal Minds and movies like Psycho and Silence of the Lambs, a lot of these movies are based on true events and actual murders. Some of them are also made up fictional stories. One of my favorite movies, Serial mom, is a fictional satire about an all American mother who looks perfectly normal on the outside but she will kill anyone and everyone that makes someone in her family feel bad.

The popular T.V. series, Dexter, revolves around a police blood spatter analyst who is secretly a serial killer. He lives by his own code of ethics by only killing other murderers who have gotten away from the legal system. He believes strongly that these people deserve to die. His character is written in such a way that the audience can feel empathy for him which makes it much harder to be afraid of him.

What is our obsession with this phenomena? Why do we want to hear it, see it, read it? In this blog I plan to introduce and analyze some of America’s most dangerous serial killers and talk about what is most intriguing and disturbing about them.  Is it possible to feel empathy for these people? Is it even possible to understand any of the actions these people have taken? We sometimes fail to remember that they weren’t always killers…

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