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0:009 days before Christmas, my
0:01daughter-in-law emailed me a list of
0:03rules for my own house, and I answered
0:05by adding one of mine.
0:07It was a Tuesday evening. I was at the
0:09kitchen table in the farmhouse outside
0:11Columbus, where I'd lived for 38 years,
0:13wrapping a set of wooden building blocks
0:15for my grandson Max. My phone chimed.
0:17The subject line said, "Holiday
0:19expectations and safety protocols." And
0:22the attachment ran to nine pages. Lauren
0:24had written it for the whole family.
0:26But the first line was addressed to me.
0:28"Since you'll be hosting us this year,
0:30please observe the following."
0:32Hosting us, as if I'd been hired.
0:35I read all nine pages. No refined sugar
0:37anywhere on the property. No Christmas
0:39music after 7:00 p.m. because it
0:41over-stimulated Max. Silence during
0:43something she called his regulation
0:44blocks, twice a day, 30 minutes each. No
0:47scented candles unless they were
0:48certified organic and unscented, which
0:51I'm fairly sure is a contradiction. No
0:53one could hold 4-year-old Ella without
0:55sanitizing first. Nothing in my
0:57refrigerator could be fed to either
0:59child unless Lauren had read the label.
1:01Page eight was a compliance
1:03acknowledgement with a line at the
1:05bottom for my signature.
1:06My name is Janet Elliott. I'm 66. I
1:09spent 34 years as a labor and delivery
1:11nurse, and I have been yelled at by
1:13experts. I have been yelled at by men
1:15twice my size, who were passing out on
1:17the linoleum. A nine-page email doesn't
1:19rattle me. What rattled me was the
1:21signature line.
1:22I didn't call my son. I didn't forward
1:25it to my sister with a string of angry
1:26faces. I sat there with a roll of red
1:29paper and a half-wrapped box of blocks,
1:31and I thought about Glenn, my husband.
1:33He died 4 years ago this March, and the
1:35first thing I ever did after funeral was
1:37keep Christmas. I did it for him, and
1:39for Logan, and because a house that
1:41stops celebrating starts to feel like a
1:43museum.
1:44I printed the whole thing. At the bottom
1:46of page nine, under the signature line,
1:48I took a red marker and wrote one
1:49sentence. My house, my rules. Then I
1:52scanned it and sent it back to both of
1:53them with no message at all.
1:56Logan called 10 minutes later. I watched
1:58the phone buzz across the table and let
2:00it go to voicemail. Then, I turned off
2:02the kitchen light, finished wrapping the
2:03blocks, and went to bed.
2:05I slept fine. I want that on the record
2:08because people assume assume that a
2:09woman in my position lies awake shaking
2:11rehearsing speeches. I didn't. I had
2:14finally decided something and decided
2:16things let you sleep.
2:17To understand why that red marker felt
2:19so natural, you'd have to know how the
2:21last 8 years went.
2:23Logan married Lauren in a courthouse
2:25ceremony in Cleveland followed by a
2:27dinner at a restaurant where she asked
2:29the waiter to take back a salad because
2:31the dressing contained a mystery
2:32emulsifier.
2:34I found it a little funny at the time.
2:36Logan was 31, an engineer for a freight
2:38company, soft-spoken like his father,
2:41and he looked at her like she'd hung the
2:42moon and then labeled it.
2:44Lauren worked in compliance for a
2:46hospital system. Compliance, as far as I
2:48could tell, meant she got paid to find
2:50what could go wrong and write it down.
2:52And in a hospital, that's a gift. Nobody
2:55wants a sloppy compliance officer, but
2:57she brought it home like a stray dog and
2:59fed it every night.
3:00Max came along a year after the wedding.
3:03When he was two, he ate a bite of a
3:04cookie at a neighbor's birthday party
3:06and ended up in the emergency room with
3:08his lips swollen and his breathing
3:09wrong. It was a peanut allergy, a real
3:12one.
3:12I was there that night. I'd driven 40
3:14minutes in my slippers. I held Logan
3:16while he shook, and I watched Lauren
3:19stand in the corner of that ER with her
3:21arms wrapped around herself and her jaw
3:23locked, and I understood something about
3:25her that I never forgot. That night, she
3:27decided the world was a place that would
3:29hurt her child if she looked away for 1
3:31second.
3:32So, when she banned peanuts from my
3:34house, I didn't argue. I scrubbed the
3:36pantry myself, read every label, and
3:38threw out a jar of Glenn's favorite
3:40almond butter because the factory shared
3:42a line with peanuts. I took the allergy
3:44seriously because it was serious. I did
3:46the same thing with the peanut-free
3:48birthday cake, the epinephrine pen in my
3:50kitchen drawer, and the extra call to
3:52the pediatrician before Max slept over.
3:55But somewhere between the peanut and the
3:579 pages, still stopped being about
3:59safety. The year before, at
4:01Thanksgiving, she took my cranberry
4:03sauce out of the refrigerator because
4:05the jar had no ingredient label, and she
4:07set it on the porch like a trash
4:10That was Glenn's mother's recipe.
4:11Cranberries, orange peel, sugar. I
4:13watched her do it, and I said nothing
4:15because Logan looked at me over her
4:17shoulder with those pleading eyes.
4:18Please, Mom, just let it go. I let it
4:21go. I let a lot go. That's the part I'm
4:23not proud of.
4:24They arrived on the 23rd around 10:00 in
4:26the morning in Logan's gray SUV with
4:29snow coming down in the fat snowflakes
4:31that make a Midwest look like a card. I
4:33stood inside the storm door in my old
4:35blue cardigan watching.
4:37Lauren got out first in a camel coat and
4:39leather boots with a tote bag over one
4:41shoulder and a clipboard under her arm.
4:44A clipboard. She'd brought a clipboard
4:46into my driveway. Max bolted toward the
4:48porch, and she caught the back of his
4:50hood and made him wait while she pulled
4:52a plastic tray out of the trunk. A shoe
4:54sanitizing station.
4:56Portable. I kept my face still. 34 years
4:59of delivery rooms had taught me what to
5:00do when something absurd happens right
5:02in front of you. You stay calm, you stay
5:04quiet, and you watch where the real
5:06trouble is.
5:07The real trouble I noticed was my son.
5:09Logan carried the suitcases up the steps
5:11with his head down and his shoulders up
5:13around his ears like a man walking
5:15through a car wash.
5:17I opened the door. Merry Christmas,
5:18sweetheart, I said to Max, and he threw
5:20himself at my legs. He's seven, all
5:23elbows and cowlick. I bent to hold him,
5:25and Lauren stiffened beside me, and I
5:26felt her stiffen the way you feel a
5:28draft.
5:29Janet, she said. She held out the pages
5:31with my red marker visible at the
5:33bottom. Logan told me this was a joke.
5:36Did he?
5:37I need written confirmation that our
5:39routines will be respected. Signed.
5:42It's a matter of consistency for the
5:43children.
5:44Behind her, Logan stood with a suitcase
5:46in each hand and his eyes on the porch
5:48boards. He didn't say a word. Not
5:50Lauren. Come on. Not Mom, can we start
5:53over? Nothing. He stood there silent
5:55while his wife demanded a signature from
5:57his mother on her own front porch, and I
5:59felt something in my chest that wasn't
6:00anger. It was older than that. It was
6:03the quiet that comes right before a bone
6:04sets.
6:05I held the door open wide and looked at
6:07my daughter-in-law steadily.
6:10You're welcome here, Lauren. You always
6:11have been. But no guest gets to control
6:14my home.
6:15Nobody said anything.
6:17The snow ticked against the storm door.
6:19Lauren's mouth opened and closed once,
6:21like a woman looking for the right form.
6:23Then I stepped aside, and they came in,
6:25and the door closed softly behind them.
6:27I made sure it closed softly. I didn't
6:29want it to sound like an argument. I
6:31wanted it to sound like a decision.
6:33Here's what I did next, and here's where
6:35I think I surprised everybody, including
6:37myself. I stopped working.
6:39For 38 Christmases, I had been the
6:41engine of that day. I made the pot
6:43roast, the rolls, three pies, the
6:45cookies, the stuffing, the green beans,
6:48with the crunchy onions on top that
6:49Logan has asked for since he was nine. I
6:51did the shopping, the wrapping, the
6:53beds, the towels. And somewhere along
6:55the way, it had stopped being a gift and
6:57started being a utility, like the water
6:59or the heat. Nobody thanks the water
7:01company at Christmas.
7:03By noon, Lauren had taken over my dining
7:05table. She had color-coded schedules, a
7:08laminated meal chart, and a little air
7:10purifier that hummed like a refrigerator
7:12with a grudge. When I came downstairs,
7:15she informed me that there would be a
7:16fair planning session at 1:00. She said
7:18it the way a person says mandatory fire
7:20drill.
7:21I got my coat.
7:23Mom? Logan came out of the guest room
7:26with his hair sticking up. "Where are
7:27you going?"
7:28"The church is wrapping the Toys for
7:30Tots donations today. I volunteer every
7:32year on the 23rd." That was true. I had
7:35volunteered every year for 22 years. I
7:38just always done it after the pot roast
7:40was in the oven.
7:41"But you're not going to cook dinner."
7:43I looked at him, my son, 39 years old, 6
7:46ft 1, a man who could calculate the load
7:49on a bridge, but couldn't tell his wife
7:50that his mother wasn't a hotel.
7:52"The fridge is full," I said. "Lauren
7:54shopped. I'm sure everything is exactly
7:56the way she wants it."
7:58I picked up my keys from the hook by the
7:59door. "You two are perfectly capable of
8:02making a dinner."
8:03I drove to the church hall through the
8:05snow with the radio on, playing carols
8:07as loud as I liked in the middle of the
8:08afternoon, with nobody to tell me it was
8:10too much. I wrapped bicycles. I wrapped
8:13board games. I wrapped a doll almost as
8:16big as the woman next to me, and the two
8:18of us laughed until she had to sit down.
8:20For the first time in what felt like
8:22years, I wasn't anybody's staff.
8:24When I got home at 5:00, the house
8:25smelled like a scorched pot.
8:28Logan stood at the sink scrubbing
8:29something black off the bottom of a
8:30saucepan, and when he saw me, he
8:32whispered, "Mom, don't, please. She's in
8:35a really bad place."
8:37"What kind of place?"
8:39He glanced toward the living room, where
8:41Lauren sat on the sofa with her laptop
8:43open, and her glasses pushed up into her
8:45hair, staring at the screen without
8:47reading it.
8:48"Her hospital's merging with another
8:49system. They're cutting her whole
8:51department in January. She found out 3
8:54weeks ago. She hasn't told anyone but
8:56me."
8:57I stood there with my coat still on, and
8:59that explained a lot. It explained the
9:01nine pages. A woman who's about to lose
9:03the ground under her feet starts nailing
9:05down every board she can reach. I
9:07understood that. I'd seen it on the unit
9:09a hundred times. The families who
9:11couldn't control the delivery, so they
9:13tried to control the room temperature,
9:15and the visitor list, and the color of
9:17the blanket.
9:18But understanding isn't the same as
9:20surrendering. I had to hold both. That's
9:23the hardest thing about being the older
9:24woman in a family.
9:26You can see the reason, and you still
9:27have to say no.
9:29Max sat on my rug with a plain wooden
9:31block, bored out of his mind. Ella was
9:33asleep in the guest room. I walked into
9:35the living room.
9:36"Lauren."
9:38She looked up. Her eyes were red-rimmed.
9:40"Max looks like he could use something
9:42to do with his hands," I said. "I'm
9:44going down to Glenn's workshop. It's
9:46still stocked. He's welcome to come,
9:48with safety glasses and my rules."
9:50She started to object. I could see the
9:52objections lining up behind her teeth.
9:54Dust, splinters, sharp edges. She opened
9:56her mouth.
9:58"Let him go," Logan said from the
9:59kitchen doorway, drying his hands on a
10:01towel. His voice was firmer than I'd
10:03heard it in a long time. Lauren, my dad
10:05taught me down there. He'll be fine."
10:08Lauren looked at her husband for a long
10:09moment. Then she closed the laptop.
10:12Glenn's workshop is in our basement and
10:14it still smells like him. Machine oil
10:16and pine shavings and the faint
10:18sweetness of the pipe tobacco he swore
10:20he'd quit.
10:21I slid a pair of small goggles over
10:23Max's face and set him up at the bench
10:25with a block of white pine and a sheet
10:26of fine sandpaper. Go with the grain, I
10:28told him. See those lines? If you push
10:31against them, you scratch it. If you go
10:33the way the wood wants, it gets smooth.
10:35He worked with his tongue between his
10:37teeth.
10:38Upstairs, I could hear the low tight
10:39murmur of Logan and Lauren and I let it
10:41be. Some conversations need walls.
10:44About a half hour later, the basement
10:46door creaked and Lauren came down the
10:48stairs one careful step at a time.
10:50Like she was walking into somebody
10:52else's church. She stood at the bottom
10:54with her arms wrapped around her ribs
10:56and looked at the pegboard. Every hand
10:58tool outlined in Glenn's black marker so
11:00he'd know where each one went.
11:02"He could get hurt down here, Janet."
11:04She said. It came out soft and it didn't
11:06sound like a rule.
11:08"He could." I said. "He could get hurt
11:10in a car, too, or on a playground or at
11:12a birthday party." I let that sit. "But
11:14the allergy, I'll never argue with. I
11:16never have. This is different. He's
11:18learning to make something."
11:20She didn't say anything for a while.
11:21Then she said in a very small voice, "I
11:24got the email from HR today. It's
11:25official. Everyone in my department is
11:27out by the end of January."
11:29"I know." I said. "Told me. I'm sorry,
11:31Lauren. I mean that."
11:33She looked at me, startled, like she'd
11:35expected me to gloat. I put my hand on
11:37Max's shoulder.
11:38"I understand you're carrying something
11:40heavy." I said. "But you can't rebuild
11:42your security by tearing down my house."
11:45She nodded and I think she heard me.
11:47Which was why what happened next
11:48surprised me so much.
11:50Christmas Eve morning, the snow came
11:52down in earnest. 8 in overnight, wind
11:55drifting it against the garage. I woke
11:57at 6 and made coffee and sat at the
11:59kitchen island in my robe with a
12:01woodworking magazine of Glenn's that I'd
12:02never been able to throw out. The shovel
12:05stayed in the garage.
12:06Logan came in around 7 and stopped dead
12:08in his socks. "Mom, the driveway's
12:10completely buried."
12:12"It is."
12:14The plow hasn't been by yet.
12:16The Henderson's boy is coming at noon, I
12:18said. He'll do the driveway and the
12:20walk. Until then, we can stay in.
12:22Lauren wanted to run out for specialty
12:24flour for the gluten-free rolls.
12:26Then Lauren can wait, I said turning a
12:29page. Or she can take the shovel.
12:31Lauren walked in just then in leggings
12:33and a quarter-zip with the clipboard
12:35against her chest and she'd obviously
12:37heard.
12:38She'd also obviously made a decision
12:39overnight because her voice came out
12:41sharper than the basement version.
12:43We can't just sit here, Janet. I have an
12:45itinerary.
12:47I set my mug down. Then I took a folded
12:49index card out of my robe pocket and I
12:51put it on the counter between us. Three
12:52lines in my handwriting. Respect the
12:54host. Share the work. Leave the stress
12:57at the door.
12:58Yesterday you gave me rules for my
12:59house, I said mildly. This is my list.
13:02There's a very nice inn 2 miles down the
13:04road with room service if my list
13:06doesn't work out for you. No hard
13:07feelings. I'd hold a place for the kids.
13:10She stared at the card like it was a
13:12subpoena. Her pride wouldn't let her say
13:14yes and her pride wouldn't let her pack.
13:16So she did what scared people do. She
13:18found a different door.
13:20I went for a long walk at 2:00. The
13:22Henderson's boy had been and gone. The
13:24driveway looked clean and wide and the
13:26air smelled like wood smoke. I came back
13:29in through the mudroom with my face
13:30stinging and walked into the living room
13:32and stopped.
13:34The nativity scene was gone. Glenn had
13:36carved it, every figure over three
13:37winters. It had sat on the mantel since
13:401994. In its place stood two little
13:42plastic trees with battery lights, white
13:44and cold. And the ornaments, the little
13:46wooden stars and bells that Glenn had
13:48cut with a scroll saw and I had painted,
13:51the ones Logan used to hang when he
13:52stood on a footstool, were stacked in a
13:54shoe box on the hearth with the lid off.
13:57The box was tipped.
13:58One of the bells had rolled onto the
13:59rug.
14:01Logan, I said. It was a voice I hadn't
14:02used since his teenage years.
14:05He came out of the hallway with a bag of
14:06unscented LED candles in his hands. Mom.
14:09Lauren thought it'd help Max relax
14:11tonight with the lower sensory.
14:13Take those out of my living room.
14:15Lauren appeared behind him, clipboard in
14:17front of her like a shield. Janet, as
14:19Max's mother, I have the right to
14:21control his environment. And as the
14:23owner of this house, I have the right to
14:25keep my family's history in it. I said
14:28it quietly. And I crossed the room, and
14:30I picked up the little wooden star Glenn
14:32had carved the Christmas before Logan
14:34was born.
14:35Glenn's thumbprint was still pressed
14:37into one of the points in the varnish. I
14:39put it back in the center of the mantle.
14:41This has nothing to do with Max, Lauren.
14:43It has to do with you needing to win.
14:45I didn't shout. I found that when you're
14:47really angry, you don't need to. You
14:49just need to be done.
14:51Put it back the way you found it, I
14:53said, or pack your things.
14:55Nobody moved. Logan stood there with the
14:57bag of candles dangling from his hand,
14:59and I watched my son's face. For 8
15:01years, he'd stood between us like a man
15:03holding two doors shut with his back. I
15:05saw it in his face the moment it became
15:07too heavy.
15:08Lauren, he said, his voice shook and
15:10then it steadied. Stop. She turned to
15:13him. Logan, I'm doing this for our
15:14family.
15:16You're not doing it for the family. He
15:18put the candles down on the coffee
15:19table. You're doing it because you're
15:21scared. And I let you because I was
15:23scared of fighting, and I'm sorry for
15:25that. But my dad carved those, and you
15:27didn't even ask me. You didn't ask her.
15:29Put them back.
15:31The room was so quiet I could hear the
15:32furnace kick on. Behind him Max's small
15:35face looked around the hallway corner
15:36with his eyes huge. I walked over, knelt
15:39down, and took his hand. Come on, buddy,
15:41I said, let's go check on the horse.
15:43Glenn and I had started a little rocking
15:45horse for Max the winter before Glenn
15:47died. I'd finished the legs myself.
15:50We went down to the shop and Max sanded
15:51the saddle. And upstairs I heard Logan's
15:54voice, low and steady, and Lauren's
15:55rising, and then breaking, and then,
15:57after a very long time, nothing. I put
16:00Max's hand on the board and showed him
16:01the grain again, and I didn't listen to
16:04the ceiling.
16:05When I came up an hour later, the star
16:07was in the middle of the mantle. The
16:08nativity scene was back, each figure in
16:11its place, the shepherd with his cheek
16:13ear toward the door. The plastic trees
16:15were in a bag by the garage. The shoebox
16:17of ornaments sat open on the hearth, and
16:19Lauren was kneeling beside it, wiping
16:21each little bell with a soft cloth and
16:23hanging it back on the garland. She
16:25wasn't doing it for show. Her hands were
16:27careful, her face wet.
16:29She stood when she saw me. The clipboard
16:31was nowhere. Janet, her voice barely
16:34carried. Sorry, I was terrified and I
16:36took it out on you and I took it out on
16:38your house. I thought if I controlled
16:40every little thing, I wouldn't feel like
16:42everything was falling apart. And I put
16:44away Glenn's ornaments and she pressed
16:46the back of her wrist against her mouth.
16:48I'm so sorry.
16:50I pulled out a dining chair and sat.
16:52After a moment, she sat, too.
16:54Fear makes people do foolish things, I
16:56said. I've seen smart women do worse in
16:58a delivery room.
16:59I wasn't smiling, but I wasn't hard,
17:02either. But control is a kind of
17:03illusion, Lauren. You can't sand the
17:05whole world down smooth so nothing will
17:06ever scratch your children. It doesn't
17:08work. It just wears you out and it wears
17:10them out, too.
17:12She nodded. She was crying freely now.
17:15I will always honor Max's allergy, I
17:16said. Always. That isn't negotiable and
17:19I'd never ask you to bend on it, but I
17:21won't sign a paper for permission to
17:22love my own grandchildren.
17:25I know, she whispered. I know. You don't
17:26have to.
17:28Then I did something I hadn't planned.
17:30I took out the nine pages from my
17:32cardigan pocket, the same pages with my
17:34red sentence at the bottom. I put them
17:36on the table in front of her and the red
17:38marker beside them.
17:39You asked me for a signature, I said.
17:41I'd like one from you.
17:43She looked at me for a long time. Then
17:45she picked up the marker and under my
17:47line she wrote, in her careful
17:48compliance officer print, I'm a guest in
17:50this house. I'll respect it. Love,
17:52Lauren. She dated it and her hand shook
17:55only a little.
17:56Good, I said.
17:58And then, because a house has chores and
18:00consequences, I stood up and went out to
18:02the garage and came back with the
18:04shovel.
18:05The Henderson's boy did the driveway, I
18:07said, but it snowed again while we were
18:09downstairs.
18:10Four more inches on the steps and the
18:12walk and my sister's driving in from
18:14Dayton tomorrow morning with her bad
18:16hip. I'd feel better if the porch were
18:18clear.
18:19Lauren looked at the shovel, then at the
18:20window at the dark gray sky and the
18:22swirling flakes. A long second went by.
18:25Logan, standing in the kitchen doorway,
18:27started to say something and I shook my
18:29head.
18:30She took the shovel.
18:32I stood at the front window with a cup
18:33of tea and watched my daughter-in-law in
18:36her camel coat and leather boots clear
18:38every step of my front porch, the whole
18:40walk and half the coming loose and her
18:42cheeks red, huffing steam into the dusk.
18:45Two cars slowed on the road.
18:47Mrs. Bell from across the street waved
18:49from her kitchen window. At one point,
18:51Lauren's boot slid and she caught
18:53herself on the railing and laughed. It
18:55was the first real laugh I'd heard from
18:57her in a year. It startled her so much
19:00that she stopped and just stood there,
19:01leaning on the shovel with snow in her
19:03eyelashes.
19:05Logan went out and took the other shovel
19:07without being asked. They worked side by
19:09side without a word and when they came
19:11in, stamping and wet, they were holding
19:13hands.
19:14Christmas morning broke bright and blue.
19:16I made cinnamon rolls with real butter
19:18and real sugar, the way I always do. On
19:20the side, I set out a small plate of
19:22sliced apples and clementines for the
19:24kids because Max likes fruit first and
19:27that's no hardship. Lauren came into the
19:29kitchen in her robe, hair a mess, and
19:31without being asked, she started
19:32squeezing orange juice. Nobody had a
19:35schedule. Nobody had a chart.
19:37Ella sat on the counter licking icing
19:39off her thumb and Lauren took a picture
19:40of her without checking who else was in
19:42it.
19:43Max found the rocking horse by the
19:44fireplace, a bow around its neck, and
19:46for a full 10 seconds, he just stood
19:48there. Then he climbed on and rocked,
19:50slowly at first, then harder whooping,
19:52his bare feet kicking. Logan filmed it.
19:55Lauren stood next to me, close enough
19:57that our shoulders almost touched, and
19:59said quietly, "Thank you for finishing
20:01it."
20:02"Glenn started it," I said, "I just kept
20:04going."
20:05She nodded and then she did something I
20:07didn't expect, which was lean her head
20:08on my shoulder, very briefly, the way
20:11you test a chair you don't trust yet. I
20:13put my arm around her. It wasn't a
20:15movie.
20:16It was a quick, stiff, honest moment
20:17between two people who weren't sure of
20:19the steps. It was enough.
20:21That afternoon, I went downstairs to the
20:23shop. I had a small cedar jewelry box
20:25half built on the bench with dovetail
20:27corners I'd been cutting slowly all
20:29week, a birthday present for Lauren in
20:31March. I don't know why I'd started it.
20:33Maybe some part of me had always known
20:35she needed one thing in this world that
20:37fit together tightly and held.
20:40I blew the dust off one corner and ran
20:41my thumb over the joint, snug, no gap.
20:44Upstairs, Max was laughing and somebody
20:46had put on a record early, before 7:00,
20:48loud enough to hear through the
20:49floorboards. Bing Crosby of all people.
20:52Nobody said a word about it.
20:54I locked the shop and climbed the
20:56stairs. I think a boundary, when it's
20:58honest, doesn't keep people out. It just
21:00tells them where the floor is, so they
21:02can stand on it and stop being afraid of
21:04falling.

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