Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: paranormal

  • 20061012-BooBoo Better

    Please provide a prayerful boost for the sickly parakeet named BooBoo. She is a little over three (3) years old and has been admitted to the bird hospital near the 85 and for the night. The attached photo is dated 24-March-2005.

    Maw had called me around 01:55PM at my work phone. She told me that BooBoo’s feet looked blue and swollen. So I logged off from the computer and told the boss that I had an emergency with one of the parakeet, who may have a broken leg.

    I left the building around 02:00PM and arrived at home thirty minutes later. The skies had wispy clouds again. I did see her legs were discolored and found her leaning most of her weight to her left side upon the water container.

    I quickly got the carrier cage from the garage; put at least on perch for her and a seed cup, which I knew she wouldn’t touch though Maw insisted to have the container inside the cage. I hollered at Paw to get ready to accompany the both of us to the hospital.

    After a couple of phone calls, I found one that had a physician available. The first one was nearby but the doctor wouldn’t be in until the 16th of this month. As I spoke to an Erin, I searched for the address online and printed my map.

    The map didn’t help because part of the street was cut off from printing. I knew I had to exit ‘right’ but didn’t realize we were headed north and in the wrong direction as pointed out by Paw. So with one U-turn from one end and another near the 85, we arrived at 03:15PM.

    I heard the bird went on the floor during the ride because the horrible suspension and braking system of this car was very rough over northbound 280. And sure enough when I removed the birdcage from behind the seat of driver’s side, she was flat on the floor of the carrier cage.

    I got out hurriedly and both of us went into the Suite C instead of the Suite D in error. I used my big brain and logically followed an arrow-like sign of a bird pointing to the right side of the building. The side door did not have any markings to show this was the place.

    But as I peered inside and past the windows, I saw this had to be the place. There was a large bird cage containing three male budgies and they were big boys! I happen to love boys because they are much friendlier and don’t bite and hard as the females when grabbing for treatment is needed.

    We filled out the front and back sides of this paper and the bird with its cage was brought in the back for assessment by the physician. The place was clean enough as we waited for no more than five minutes and during which time I went back to talk to the three male budgies. Good boys!

    The doctor came out and explained what could be wrong and the assistant lead us back to further discuss the treatment for the brat, I meant, the bird. We found out that she had a big tummy that wasn’t supposed to be there.

    There could be the possibility of liver disease due to the diet of mostly seed; low infection or hormonal. The doctor saw her cere, which is the waxy part of the nostril, was too big and there were bruising both on her beak and toenails.

    During the interview, the doctor wanted to understand our philosophy about treating the bird. I explained that based on our technology we should intervene and provide whatever comfort for the distressed bird.

    BooBoo was in distress from her obvious panting. The first estimate was affordable and we got an X-ray done on her to find that the bones lack sufficient calcium. The second one involved more testing – one was the draining of excess fluid from her tummy based on the X-ray.

    As the assistant held the bird in the wrapped towel, I observed the head of the bird jolted as the sign of the needle making its way to allow the swelling of said tummy to relieve the diaphragm, which seemed to have prevented BooBoo from inhaling enough oxygen.

    Her oxygen level was at approximately 35%, which was below the normal 50%. And the doctor provided a before and after sample, which showed both dark and the normal pink color, by snipping a piece of the toenail. Then a yellow powder was applied to stop the flow of blood.

    The incubator and oxygen tank helped to comfort BooBoo for one night’s stay at the hospital. And I received a phone call from the doctor at 07:00PM but had my cellphone turned off while both Maw and I visited ‘Squirrel-Ling,’ who is alone at his home again; while Twit is out buying presents for another wedding and at night (as usual – sheesh).

    [My opinion is for a couple to be together no matter what. I told Brat to ‘spy’ on her and find out really what she is up to. She could be caring for her bum brother during her nights out almost everyday; since they bought a house together.]

    The cost of treatment didn’t matter to us. As long as the breath of life flowed through our little BooBoo, we were willing to make her live as long as she wants. The estimate total is close to the crown I still have to get done.

    So far I’ve bounced two checks and gotten another voicemail message earlier this morning for help by those ‘Morons’. But of course our BooBoo has been the priority of today. None would help me. None would help BooBoo. With proper perspective of being alone, I have decided that none could help us except ourselves.

    P.S. The Bible thumpers should read well: Owe none! And the flow will happen, I swear!!! But according to my ‘watcher’ by association at work, he told me during lunchtime that I should not want too much of anything. I learned that all that we need has already been provided.

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  • 20061011-Another Eleven

    Wednesday was boring and I managed to get most of the work done. I started feeling sleepy in the afternoon and found out online about a plane or copter crash into a building in New York. Now, I do not know about mind programming but, once again, whoever or whatever is doing these weird events better stop.

    I wonder what the signifance of the number eleven is  and why people need to be reminded of what some went through on that September event dated on the 11th. Now today happens to be smaller event but dated on October 11. Would there be another weird event dated on November 11 five years from now? Ooo!

    Anyway, I came home and hungrily devoured ‘Kali-Maw’s cooking of bar-be-que chicken and vegetables of beans, squash and bittermellon. She then wanted me to massage her legs but I refused because I was tired after work. She then wanted me to listen to her stories of mostly noise about older people and into my ear holes and she got mad.

    My energy level started waning significantly after lunch and I didn’t have the patience to be around anyone after work. I hurriedly cleaned up the kitchen as I heard her bewail from her bedroom that her daughter is bad. This is funny because I was already labeled good as of yesterday after massaging her feet with lotion.

    I wondered what happened with ‘Kali-Maw’s opinions of me. This off-antd-on and hot-and-old scenario has been played for most of life and I’m sick and tired of being stuck in this rut as an old maid. This is not funny and I have good reason to blame the ‘hole’ world. My saying ‘No’ is empowerment but at the same time I play the victim.

    I crept upstairs with the slight popping of the wood from underneath the carpet and washed up before going to bed. I tried to ease myself into another restful evening in hopes of not hearing anymore controversy from downstairs. So from 07:00PM to 10:33PM I’ve gotten all the rest I needed.

    The current time is 03:04AM and I have been in front of this computer for a good five hours of sleepless night. I suppose there is something weird with yesterday because this was the second time I’ve had a drop in energy level this bad. My first entry of this experience was from my now deleted blog dated on 10-March-2006.

    My eyes are beginning to close as another wave of sleepiness comes to me. I’ve deleted more blogs prior to Sunday, October 1, 2006; cleaned-up more emails from several Yahoo! accounts and read more articles online. I have not yet decided to check for any emails or chatting message from this Yahoo! profile.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20061009-FootBall Night

    Oh, dag-nab it! The AFL Denver Broncos did win Monday Night’s game as expected! The score was 13 to 3 for the Baltimore Ravens. I came home from work around 06:30PM and overheard ‘Shiva-Paw’ watching the game on television. I assumed, as usual, the team would win again and decided to skip the evening broadcast and missing Michael Flynn’s interceptions tonight.

    I’m not much of a sports fan and have not really gotten used to sitting hours on end in front of the television with munchies of popcorn, chips and dips to sustain my interest in a mostly male driven activity. The closest to enjoying any sport on the professional level were the company paid baseball games (mostly the favored Boston Red Sox team of my former tall boss).

    I do not understand why anyone would get overly excited on sports events, such as football, by watching players get their bodies smashed by other players willing to be paid exorbitant salaries that would take care of many starving families for a life time.

    The repetition bores me and I hardly notice how each play differ each time. Huddle, throw and touchdown sums up this type of game. Then the cheering would signal the viewers to get up and make noise as positive reinforces.

    I bought two shirts – one overly large and one sleeveless – online to show my support for this AFL team. I still have those hanging in my closet and hardly wear those because one happens to be large enough to sleep in instead of wearing during daytime while the other shrunk too small to flatter my large arms with the distinct farmer’s tan.

    So why did I try to belong? Let’s put it this way: one of my ex-boyfriend was related to one of the coaches. Earlier this year, he is now a head coach of another football team in a state where OIL seems so abundant. The career of this coach is pretty good for most of his life and I may switch to a new team. I prefer the horse logo over the bull logo, though.

    As I mentioned in my previous blog, the ex was a co-worker and he continues to work as a collector down the road where the old building of my current company was located. As I think, he does remind me my former boss, who does collection at my current company.

    Most of his relatives happen to live in the state of Florida after I queried his surname online years ago. Also, I do remember seeing on his wall the largest photograph of the former president Gerald Ford and him during a camp back in 1976.

    Unfortunately, the guy was not much of a conservationist and the relationship went away. I wasn’t ready for marriage although he did mention a place where they held wedding receptions in downtown Los Gatos, CA. My memories of him never left. [The talented sweetie knows what I mean by: Jon. Jon. Jon.]

    As I build my stories of weird associations, I did sign and submit an online petition regarding a September event after discovering a website possibly related to these people via one of the Yahoo! forums, where I wanted to ‘educate-myself.’ And like sports, I have left that forum after a few months in pursuit of more challenging knowledge.

    I did not realize that my name would appear by normal engine searches under this website and cannot have my name removed as a result. (Or could I?) The September event is partly explained in this particular website because that is all I could reveal. Anything else I may know around that event is purely speculation.

    P.S. The pressure in my head and ears is activated again. I couldn’t sleep well because I felt hot and had to drink more glasses of water in hopes of filtering out the heat trapped within me. Actually, I take that back because the vertical fan both cools and blows from my left as I blog.

    P.S.1. “Saturday in the park, I think it was the fourth of July… ” Partial song lyrics by Chicago.

    P.S.2. The skies were blue for most of the day. At 06:00PM, I saw lots of wispy, wuffy clouds in the western skies from my car. They seemed to hover farther out but between the tower where I work and the western hills of the Bay Area.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20061005-Dream Journal

    I awoke at 04:04AM after experiencing a weird dream. My guess is that my dreams are usually approximately twenty minutes. I didn’t sleep well at night and got up every hour to use the toilet from drinking my glasses of water.

    I felt the whole event while I was asleep and heard myself snore too. The buzz was felt throughout my whole body. I distinctly remember the sensation seemed to hover around my system like an aura. I didn’t feel any fear and wondered what was I experience. 

    There was a pulling sensation going outward to my left. I saw my legs through my mind’s eye. And I wanted my lower torso back into my body by pressing my feet against the wall to my left. I found that my upper half of the body still intact.

    After I found myself inside my body, I didn’t feel relax and tried to remove whatever apprehension was still present. I held my palms in prayer to my chest in hopes that the event was meant to be good and possibly end the ordeal.

    I didn’t hear or remember myself call out to ‘god’ for help but I made the ‘sign of the cross’ to my left side with my right hand and told ‘it’ to go away. And I awoke; took my deep breaths; opened my eyes and peered to my right to view the time.

    P.S. I guess I better get ready for work. I may be bored today again. Maybe I should treat myself to a venti-sized swill of sweetened milk and coffee. Mooo!

    P.S.S. The morning is cloudy and the streets look wet from last night’s rain. The sun seems to peer through the clouds. It’s 09:02AM already.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20061002-Weird Goons

    Yesterday, I’ve read a news article regarding alleged mobs hooking up with other groups. Um, this is nothing new and no one needs to be intelligent enough to know that whenever the price is right there is bound to be many sides. So I’ve got two more weird experiences – the first is an idiot and the second story happened after I left work at 06:00PM.

    Yesterday, while waiting in line with ‘Shiva-Paw’ at Fry’s Electronics to purchase my gel mouse pad, there was this seven feet (or foot) tall white guy. Like the former stinky smelly ‘Richstink Stinkiness,’ this guy smelled flowery and had a head that seemed too small for his larger torso below. For whatever reason and instead of waiting in line normally for some ten minutes like the rest of us impatient shoppers, he stood near us twice and ‘pretended’ to look at the display section to the right and then the counter section to the left. He later sat on the cement pedestal directly in front of the exit and on a leftmost one next near our parked car.

    Well, I’ve got more watchers along my normal route homebound this evening. I noticed a black guy talking on his ear set; discreetly pointing his fingers in my direction and walking away from this bus stop location as I intersected his position. At the corner of two major roads about 1/8th of a mile away, this one guy got out of his driver’s side and pretended to work on his driver’s door. As soon as I intersected his position, I stopped a few seconds besides his car and proceeded. The driver got back into his car quite hurriedly to no surprise of mine and, of course, pulled into the traffic to follow me a bit.

    Yeah, I already described three weird looking guys at the local church fair on Saturday, September 30, 2006.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060930-And Action!

    Ah! I hear the defenders of truth hovering in their copter over our neighborhood and my house starting exactly 12:00AM midnight on this Saturday, October 1, 2006. What’s going on this time, eh?

    They have been hovering for about thirty minutes. For the first 17 minutes, this one patrol car was right in the middle of an intersection and he seemed to have stopped a few cars. He flash-lighted one Audi and yelled at the driver for whatever reason.

    There seems to be two more cars nearby and then a few more down the road. Some people from the nearby cars got out and started looking in and around the houses or backyards. I hope noone is hurt because it’s not nice to ruin a nice weekend for us hard workers.

    Besides, I do need some rest without this extra commotion, in case I have to work this morning in a few hours; so we could close the third quarter books for my company. I’ve stayed late last night until 07:00PM, arrived home to find ‘Kali-Maw’ walking around indoors and ate my leftover lunch at home for dinner.

    This leftover was pasta shaped like bows. I packed the chicken for fried rice tomorrow morning. We plan to walk around the mall in the morning; so our circulation, especially ‘Kali-Maw’s legs, would flow more efficiently.

    It’s 12:30AM and the copter is still making noise. The noise hurts my head and I cannot blog in peace. One car from down the road left at 12:33AM. I keep checking what’s going on but cannot see much in the night with very low clouds of white overhead.

    A black SUV exited from one small road AND the sound of copters ceased at 12:36AM. Could we go to sleep now, please?  The squabbling amongst ourselves is nothing in comparison to the peace of whole world, right?

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060926-Soul Sensation

    Oh, sole mio! I am alone! But I do not feel lonely for some reason. Does a soul exists somewhere in my being? Am I conscious of the indwelling of spiritus? I think so. I know so. [Ooo! I rhyme again!]

    Well, my story goes like this. I was relaxing on my back with closed eyelids, which were fluttering with much apprehension. The out-worldly being was doing something to my brain and/or mind with his fingers and I did not know what the procedure was on me.

    All I did was to relax while he was ‘working on me.’ All was well because goodness was my only concern. My thoughts strayed a bit and I didn’t have my usual mind talk or self conversation of any particular topic.

    After a few more minutes of relaxing, my mind struggled with whatever was happening and my eyelids flew wide open. Suddenly, I heard from somewhere inside of me yell: NO! And this command was directed at the out-worldly.

    Upon hearing my voice or hers (whoever she was) from within me, he immediately removed his fingers from my head. He got up from his chair or stool almost quite abruptly and promptly removed himself further back away from me.

    Whatever happened that day still remains with me now. As previously mentioned, some are friendly. But I suppose nothing further could be done to me without my consent or agreement. And that was enough to make the out-worldly stop.

    P.S. I love blogging my stories. This particular story is subjective and this is as close as I could get to prove souls do exist. I will not allow anything less than love to possess my whole being – mind and body.

    P.S.S. When someone says he or she needs a new body, this is no joke. 09/27/2006 08:30AM (Pacific Time).

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060924-Mobius Mirror

    I thank one of the many out-worldly beings I’ve met in person, who introduced the concept of the Mobius strip. By the way, any strip of paper is finite with one end being separated from its other end. With this strip of paper, both ends are glued together in a half twist (by attaching railroad track A to its opposite track B).

    The experiment starts at one point. The traveler takes a path along ‘one’ side of the strip once and end up in the beginning BUT with a new twist (time, space, dimension, etc…). The second trip may not be the same as the first. Thus this experiment shows that creation is the same as evolution without an end.

    The end is when one chooses to be destroyed into nothing – to null and void, which in turn becomes a new beginning. I cannot best explain what I think is true with my limited Americanized language. But I believe each person is a god in the making by traveling along this Mobius strip.

    But how does one accomplish this: I ask of myself? The best way, according to my interpretation of this model and without having to read the mathematical models, is to split ‘myself’ as many times and become independent sources of information.

    I may decide to merge back with the original Mobius strip and become unified. Or I could continue on one of many paths, come back from the same direction where way I first came, and report what I’ve evaluated and learned with better data from my ‘other’ selves to my ‘original’ self.

    The only way I could know myself is based on a mirror of other people’s worldviews. I’ve incorporated their truths into my life and lifestyle and according to what I believe could be true to me in this current lifetime. Their truths could be either ‘good’ or ‘bad.’

    The bad part is not having all the answers to my personal questions such as: Who am I? What am I? When will I go home? Where is my soul? Why am I here and now? How did you come to find me? I’ve observed my answers from family and friends are at best limited to an extent of the human experience.

    The continual effort of people to prove their egos are right (or better than their own) is next to futile. I see some are bent on destroying each other out of frustration as history tends to repeat itself with plagues, wars, famine, and death. But the choice for anyone is always for the better in the end, right?

    Imagine the serpentine symbol, Ouroboros, showing the eating of its own tail as another example of a endless cycle of unity. The head needs its tail as much as the tail needs the head. So when I hear someone say, ‘Bite my behind!’ I am reminded of how noone is better than the other. And no god needs to be told that truth.

    P.S. Oh, man! How do I blog like this? Am I confusing everyone now? I think I confuse myself too. But I at least I try my best to improve one myself and outlook on life regardless of how the world operates on all aspects of humanity. Once again, there is more to learn than what try to express via my blogs and blowing each other up into nothingness wouldn’t scare me at all.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060924-Alien Alienate

    Okay, I should be careful. But I cannot hold back my truths, which are not always believable by those who chose to believe in conspiracy theories. What I have observed is that people are not always what they seem.

    For example, although my future ‘sister-in-law’ may not always measure up to the standards of ‘normal’ by being more respectful to my bio-units, more understanding of our Filipino culture, more educated and smarter, I should not have judged her existence.

    I should simply acknowledge she came into our lives, recognize her for being a Twit, accept her for being nicer than others I’ve met, and love her for loving Brat in the first place. As a result, we all could never be too careful on how we treat each other.

    Can you imagine if we suddenly found out that Kitty or Fido could speak perfect English? Can you imagine what reaction would likely result from finding out bio-units and friends could be really something else other than human?

    I love reading stories and writing my blogs. But when my experiences are weird, I’d like to share what I believe to be true. I know there are beings that work and play among us in the guise of humans. I’ve read some entities are not nice and exist to harm or kill others. The ones I’ve encountered are for the most part friendly to me.

    I’ve seen left bug eyes (TD), dark black eyes (JP), horizontal goat eyes (XX), vertical slit eyes (RS), biggest almond eyes (PB) and red rimmed eyes (MC), just like the emergency doctor from yesterday. I notice that some ‘people’ have weird redness (like members of ‘Scientology’), uneven shaped iris, which should be circular or crooked eyes, which should look straight.

    I’ve smelled co-workers with former bad odor, which is replaced with the scent of fresh flowers, or current ones like fish that never seem to go away. She is a hippo as my co-worker calls her, by the way. Some chatters from Nigeria and Senegal smelled distinctly ‘African’. And other weird events at night would smell sulfuric, like ‘the devil’ or dead flesh.

    Let’s see. I tried to present some objective stories based on my subjective mind. I do not expect anyone to believe me except myself. Only those who know what I’m talking about are already way ahead. If you think these stories are nutty, it does take one to know one.

    That is why most will never know why and how the world operates. The truth would be too much for the dumber and more fearful ones and the repercussions, well, would be reactionary in the form of violence.

    And based on recent events presented by government via the mass media, there continues to be violence out of fear from differences in skin color, religious backgrounds or sexual orientations, for examples.

    People need to get along now or else we would further alienate each other from the truth that we are all strangers no matter how related or friendly. What would happen if some entities choose to reveal themselves as being non-human? How would we treat others unlike ourselves?

    P.S. Blogging is fun. You may choose to be entertained or do your own research and find out what the world has to offer.

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  • 20060924-Dream Journal

    I had a nice long nap about five (5) hours worth from 01:00PM to 06:45PM after stuffing myself with spaghetti and meatballs for lunch earlier.

    Scene One:
    My dream was during daylight and outdoors.
    The place was full of people, mostly South Asian Indians.

    There was a eating section to my left.
    I saw people eating and a tall guy talking to his guests.
    I saw another tall guy sitting looking straight ahead.

    There was another section to my right.
    There was a shaded tree.
    There was a chain linked fence to the right.

    There were guys dancing and one looked at me.
    He was dark skinned.

    I saw man and female crawl on their bellies.
    The female crawled easily under this chain linked fence.

    Scene Two:
    I was in the Philippines with some friends.
    This dimension occurred in the future.
    This event occurred at night.

    There was traffic that lasted the whole day.
    We were in a hurry and decided to travel through and inside the mountain.

    There were people on very brightly lit circular disks.
    The direction fed people in a clockwise direction into the mountain.

    Scene Three:
    The mountain was maze-like and slightly lit.
    The walls were somewhat grayish blue.
    There was some fallen timber.

    We had a map and the walking took too long.
    We went into various rooms.

    Someone said there was ghost was coming [from the right].
    We tucked and hide ourselves close together along the walls on either side.

    I hid close behind someone as I buried my face in the backpack.
    The ghost had to attach to my left side.

    So I tried to shake him off by thinking good thoughts.
    He fell on the ground and I kicked his limp form – the legs.

    We got up to leave the intersection ahead where the ghost came.
    He got up behind us and looked like a Filipino male.
    He told me I saved his soul and left the corridor behind us from right to left.

    A man at the end of the dream told us he would not cut through the mountain.

    posted by Flynn B. @ 8:33 PM

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  • 20060916-Baka Ni!

    The current time is 12:41AM (Pacific Time). And the occasional brigade of modified cars buzz the cold, night air in my usually quiet neighborhood. These hired minions make themselves known more recently through the form of psychological torment – noise pollution.

    I assume the higher level people overseeing my healing efforts seem to know where I live. These ‘Morons’ would dare raise this ruckus unto our own citizens, fellow neighbors, my ancestors and me.

    I will not allow their activities to continue on the grounds that our safety from the unknown is of paramount significance. I also pray my usual circumstances with the hyper and enamored personalities of my co-workers at ‘Ex-Ball’ simply go away.

    Sumimasen, kudasai!

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060914-Friendly Fire

    Damn! That Boy is good with words as food.
    This tool wonders what she missed.
    Fire Burns her soul with big deal goal.
    An angel betrayed is truly pissed.

    Dark brothers use baby OIL as fuel.
    More lessons open her eyes.
    Big deal goal burns fire in her soul.
    Therein their dark trouble of truth lies.

    Latter-days mark her as fool.
    She should wish upon a star.
    Fire Burns her soul with big deal goal.
    Her beloved calls out from far.

    Author’s note: First attempt at ‘ZaniLa Rhyme‘ poem.

    Um, yeah. I’m trying to be creative with the poem based on personal experiences. I awoke at 04:00AM (Pacific Time) on Thursday, 09-14-2006 from a nice dreamless sleep to learn more on my own. There is much pondering to do from my end. I may wish to return to bed before working hard again. By the way ‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida (if you are still alive), ‘Jerk Turdannatto’ has called me ‘chica,’ which is Spanish for ‘chick’ during business hours yesterday, Wednesday 09-13-2006. I tried to joke and laugh at the incident (as usual) and have not reported anything yet to the H/R department for fear of losing my job. 09-14-2006 06:03PM. I continue to feel (or imagine) the torments from my co-workers as we transition over to my third reporting manager(s), whoever they are, in the three years of working at this company. I could only assume that the ‘ragins’ are to blame for my sufferings. I have other pathetic pods to blame in this game. 09-14-2006 06:04PM.

    P.S. No babies were harmed in making OIL. 09-14-2006 06:02PM.

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