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June 19, 2003

Seconds, Anyone?

OK, so a bit of a disclaimer before I get into the secondary PSIs.

It’s a funny thing, ya know. I don’t treat this stuff frivolously, but I always assume that y’all know that, with a few exceptions, I’m generally blowing smoke on here. Therefore, I assume that stuff which I know to be pure humor and exaggeration will be read as such. After all, you’re all psychic, right?

Well, lest I cause any more psychological flashbacks, let me reiterate: This is all crap.

Do I believe there to be only three primary PSIs? No. Did I simply make up the concept of PSIs? Mostly. Yes, men can look at women and think ‘Oh, she’s cute’, but that doesn’t lend proof to the PSI Theory. Just means some dude finds some girl cute. I’m not Dr. Phil here, peeps. Just a guy trying to brighten your day, shine your shoes, sign your petitions. Ya know. Typical stuff.

I feel generally blessed in that I have a fairly small readership and can basically write whatever I want and have most of you go with me. But, simply because I think I’m a bit of pond scum on the great big pond of the blogging world shouldn’t mean that my words have no import. So yea, in short, don’t take any of this too seriously.

More to the point, don’t take any guy who actually thinks this clinically too seriously, either. Yes, it’s frustrating. It’s also frustrating for guys to see women who report ‘sense of humor’ to be a guy’s most attractive quality repeatedly ditch them and their jokes at a bar for the guy with the 6-pack abs. Like Denis Leary said, ‘Life sucks. Get a helmet.’ Gotta look at this stuff in the end and laugh. It’s all a silly game. Occasionally, you get to Pass Go, Collect $200, and build some hotels. Other times, you fall down that mega-slide near the end of ‘Chutes and Ladders’. In either case, you wake up the next day and try all over again.

That being said, on with the degrading objectification.

OK, so yesterday we established our Three PSIs, which I entirely made up, in case you forgot, and yes, it’s frickin’ OK to be cute! Stop emailing me! We’ve got ‘Cute’, ‘Attractive’, and ‘Sexy’. These of course being the Yin to the Yang of ‘Ick’, ‘Not Enough Booze in the World’, and ‘Fell Off the Ugly Tree and Hit Every Branch on the Way Down’. If the guy has any interest in you, he’ll lump you, unconsciously, into one of these categories. ‘Attractive’ is something that is assigned almost instantly, unless you have a bad hair day or you just got bitten by something before initial encounter. You can then take a mulligan and try again next time. ‘Cute’ can be an initial estimate, or one engendered by repeated contact. ‘Sexy’ is almost always assigned over many encounters, or, if you’re lucky, you just knock his socks off on the first date. Know that Coors Light commercial where the female bartender uncaps the beer with her belt buckle? OK, she went into ‘Sexy’ Land in like, half a second there. Sexy is about attitude, whereas the inferior ‘sexual’ is about cleavage and how much thong you show when you bend over. It’s not evil; it’s just not nearly as fun or important in the long run as ‘sexy’. In the end, ‘sexual’=‘exterior’, ‘sexy’=‘interior’. We cool? Moving on’

But, you say, need these categories be always separate? Shall the twain ever meet? Ah, young grasshopper, thank you for asking. They can indeed. The merging can be fleeting, it can be for only a night, it can be permanent; but it’s always possible. Sometimes they mix like oil and water, each maintaining their separate qualities simultaneously. Other times they mix like Phil Collins and Philip Bailey. On their own? Pretty good. Together? ‘Easy Lover’. Need I say more?

OK, so let’s look at these combinations, both how they arise and the affect therein.

‘Cute’ and ‘Attractive’

The Cause:

A few ways this can happen. One scenario has it where the girl is considered cute, but really isn’t doing it for the guy on anything more than a ‘Well, she’s not ugly’ scale. The guy likes her, because, and this is true, damnit, people only hang out with people they find attractive. Doesn’t mean you wanna hook up with them, doesn’t even have to be a physical thing per say, but ‘cute’ can extend into the realm of the psychology as well. This type of ‘cute’ is when you constantly hear guys say to you, ‘Man, I can’t believe no one wants to date you’ and don’t realize that they themselves are saying they don’t wanna date you, and then the guy can’t figure out why you’re upset. (This happens both ways. Jesum, does it ever.)

OK, so guy thinks girl is cute, and then, she pulls the Great Transformation that you see in every teen movie, where the quote-unquote ugly-ducking gets a brand new look, and boom, the guy goes all starry-eyed. Well, in most worlds, the guy doesn’t go starry-eyed; but he does realize you probably are naked under that outfit for the first time ever. Sorry, just shootin’ straight here. This isn’t a Lifetime movie. If it were, the guy would like you, but then beat you, steal your money, kill your mother, and then start a successful business via insider trader off the money he stole from you. But I digress.

The other way this could work is that the guy gets to know the girl he finds attractive and actually digs her personality. Sex still hasn’t really entered the mindset yet (well, as much as it can’t for guys), but there’s now substance behind the looks a far as the guy is considered. This is getting into the area my friend calls ‘soft’…you want to be near them, touch them, but not in an overtly sexual way. Snuggles, maybe. Stupid afterschool-movie montage stuff. Think the date in ‘The Karate Kid’. She plays video games. That’s kinda hot. If she’s cute and attractive, then she’s parent-presentable. Your mom will think she’s nice, and your dad will be impressed.

The Effect:

Well, this is how most relationships that ‘work’ go. You are attracted to both looks and mind. Sounds pretty good, right?

What’s missing, usually, is a spark. Something electric. She’s perfectly great to bring out with friends, but she’s not generally blowing people away with wit or humor. No one can say anything bad about her, but few are wishing they had Jessie’s Girl, if you know what I mean.

There’s a physical aspect to the relationship, I imagine, but it’s a relationship based on respect and compatibility that’s separate from a more primal connection. It feels good, not just AMAZING. It’s comfortable.

(Again. My opinion. Don’t kill me. For many people, this is not only a good scenario, it’s the best. To each his own. You are beautiful, no matter what they say. Words can’t bring you down. No.)

‘Attractive’ and ‘Sexy’

The Cause:

OK, this can happen in a million ways. Can’t help but use a little life experience mixed with some things I’ve heard plus some things I’ve seen on late-night cable.

Good looking girl who decides to debate the relative merits of ‘Achtung Baby’ versus ‘The Joshua Tree’…good-looking girl who has no idea she’s actually good-looking (ie, doesn’t flaunt it, or feel the need to)’a girl who isn’t afraid of her body but doesn’t flaunt it…a pretty girl who knows how to flirt…someone who doesn’t pick a fight but knows better than to agree with every stupid ass thing you say…a girl who can make jokes during sex without actually making you the butt of the joke’

OK, the list goes on and on. Had to pat myself down there, a little sweat coming off the brow there. Point of the matter is thus: it’s a marriage of the aesthetic and the physical. The former category is more of a marriage between the aesthetic and the mental. In this case, you have definite desire; in the former, you had mere interest. Serious interest, but again, it’s almost in a lot of ways pre-physical. And yes, I just made that phrase up. Sorry.

Now, what’s sexy to me is obviously unsexy to others, and vice versa. Some like girls who wear baseball caps. Yea, it might fit into the ‘Attractive’ category, but if the guy’s wires are a certain way, he’ll also find it ‘Sexy’ because she’s at a sports bar and drinking from a pitcher. To others, the girl in the black dress sipping a martini in a dimly lit room is the pinnacle of sexy. Point is, whichever girl you are, make sure it’s your real self. If you’re trying to nab a guy who wants to date the Cap Girl, you best actually like being at a bar near a Keno machine drinking $9 Bud Light pitchers. Conversely, if you want Mr. I-Banker, you best be comfy in heels. What is decidedly unsexy is a girl uncomfortable with herself. Know how you girls can tell when we really don’t like something? Like, when you take us to the ballet, or your mother’s house? Yea, we can read that on you too. Sorry. Hate to break it to you.

The Effect:

Mama Mia. (And not in an ABBA way.) Pretty much always a homerun. If you want to be crude (yes, let’s be crude), the guy can’t believe he’s hooking up with a hot babe. You're the Paulina Porizkova to his Ric Ocasek. Pretty clear and simple. He thinks you’re gorgeous, which consequently will make you feel gorgeous, and something about you turns him on to the point where he’s pretty much putty in your hands. And remember, that’s what this is all about: you women reclaiming your God-given position as Ruler of All Things. At moments like this, men generally will happily cede their facetious position as ‘Those in Control’ and yield the floor to you.

‘Cute’ and ‘Sexy’

The Cause:

OK, Britney Spears. The ‘(Baby) One More Time’ video. Need I explain more?

This category gets a lot of men in trouble. A LOT. This is as close as most men get to feeling like Superman around Kryptonite. And yes, I said this entry is mostly about me, but take a straw pole around the office. See how many DON’T like the pigtails and plaid skirt look. Even your gay friends will go, ‘Hmmm…give me a second.’ I can’t explain it. It’s hard-wired into our DNA. 15th chromosome. I looked it up.

There’s a simple word for the marriage of ‘cute’ and ‘sexy’: ‘naughty’.

Now, ‘naughty’ in certain doses is desirable. Can even be employed with the ‘Attractive+Sexy’ combo above on occasion to create the Voltron of Secondary PSIs. ‘Naughty’ is also one of the most powerful forces in the universe. It’s up there with gravity. Why? Because men are lust-ridden sheep, that’s why.

‘Cute’ and ‘sexy’=‘naughty’. (C+S=N. Let’s all start singing ‘Suite: Judy Blue Eyes’ now. OK, no one got that joke. Moving on’) That’s today’s math. There’s a dirty transgression going on here. In fact, one might say it’s getting hot in herre. And God knows you’re thinking about taking off all her clothes.

We know we shouldn’t touch (‘cute’) but we really wanna (‘sexy’). The dichotomy causes conflict, and conflict begets desire, and we want that desire slaked, and thus we’re in a vicious cycle. Remember, desire is defined by what we can’t have, and as such, this combo is ever-present reminder of what it is what cannot have. Ergo, we want it awfully bad. While respecting them as powerful women. Sort of.

Now, one need not be jail-bait to be naughty. Both ‘Charlie’s Angels’ movies are based on this ‘naughty’ premise. They’re all cute as a button, but in a second can make you realize that, in bed, they just might kill you. These movies are case studies in how a few simple gestures can reduce men to rubble. Again, like Buffy Season Seven: ‘It’s about power’. Women who use their sexuality to gain empowerment are often looked down upon. Well, yea, if my coworker used cleavage to get a promotion over me, I might be pissed. But we’re talking about using men’s own stupidity against them, and really, the sooner you ladies start doing it, the faster our troops come home from Iraq. We’re at DefCon 3, people. Don’t let JOSHUA lead us into Global Thermonuclear War just cuz you’re too shy to let your inner wildcat out.

Other examples of ‘naughty’, in case you’re playing the home game, include the secretary fetish, girls who dance together at clubs for the sole purpose of showing the boys what they can’t get, and that stripper in Providence who looked eerily like Michelle Branch. Whew. It's a combination of sexual naivete that belies an innate understanding of it underneath the surface that will give you a run for your money the moment she gets you behind closed doors. OK, gonna take a cold shower right now. Be right back...

Ironically, ‘naughty’ almost always exists pre-contact. There’s often a slippery slope into ‘dirty’ if the façade holds up post-initial groping. ‘Naughty’ is about the idea of sex, not the sex itself. Important distinction. But once you’ve got the guy playing tongue hockey, you don’t have to worry anymore, do you?

The Effect:

‘Naughty’ is all about an attitude, and when employed, is very hard for a guy to resist. Just make sure, and I cannot stress this enough for the three of you taking this remotely seriously: this is a game, but the most dangerous one of all. Play it with the wrong guy and it’s bad freakin’ juju. Play it with a guy you trust, or with an existing boyfriend, and you’ve got him so whipped you can call him Devo in front of his guy friends and he won’t even care. He’ll just giggle and say, ‘Aww, you so crazy.’

Whew. Hope this inspires some discussion. God knows it’s inspired some RSI over here, if nothing else…

Posted by Ryan McGee at June 19, 2003 12:57 AM

Comments

it's "yin" to "yang" dear. i think "ying" is something you call a panda, when doubled. (that part's a joke.)

Posted by: anonymous underpaid and overworked at June 19, 2003 09:09 AM

Glad I can spend 2 hours writing for comments like this, thanks! :)

Posted by: ryan at June 19, 2003 09:12 AM

First of all: dammit Ryan! I've got "Easy Lover" stuck in my head.

Now I have a question: do you think a woman could ever be all three? I see "Charlie's Angels" certainly heading in that direction......

Posted by: Diana at June 19, 2003 09:18 AM

"Wanna get, dirrty! Cause I am beautiful..." So is Christina "naughty"?

Posted by: Heather at June 19, 2003 10:00 AM

If I were a betting man, I'd say combinations of all three is Ryan's next column (the "hues" in the color metaphor.)

Posted by: Commander Foley at June 19, 2003 10:04 AM

Eh, if I think about a combo of all 3, my head might explode. And then where would you all spend your days talking to each other on a comment board? :)

Posted by: ryan at June 19, 2003 10:06 AM

Yeah Tim, but when you combine all the colors on the color wheel, you get an icky brown color. I'd think that there's got to be a serious flaw lurking within the all-three woman. I'd just like to figure out what it is so I can feel a slight smug satisfaction and justification in the fact that none of us need be "perfect".

Posted by: Diana at June 19, 2003 10:17 AM

Shouldn't it be Paulia Porizkova to Ric Ocasek?

Posted by: janine at June 19, 2003 10:20 AM

Oooh. Good call. Schiffer's with David Copperfield, isn't she.

I'll fix it.

Posted by: ryan at June 19, 2003 10:22 AM

Or was. I don't think she is anymore.

Posted by: Diana at June 19, 2003 10:25 AM

I sorta pride myself on not knowing the details of David Copperfield's life.

Posted by: ryan at June 19, 2003 10:32 AM

yeah they broke up. what a loss to society, not having that duo produce offspring. :-P

Posted by: anonymous underpaid and overworked at June 19, 2003 10:33 AM

I think I'm going to have to work overtime to figure out a way that this is empowering in a TuBTOM kind of way. Unless McGee's suggesting you all turn into Drew Barrymore and that will solve all of your problems.

Maybe it'll become clearer when I actually wake up.

Posted by: Commander Foley at June 19, 2003 10:40 AM

Also, Christina is "dirrty" -- she's taken a good set of pipes and an attractive exterior and a confident, talented image and pushed them far beyond the limits of sanity. As Eddie Izzard says, there's a fine line between "Looking Cool" and "Looking Like a D*ckhead." Ms. Aguilera has unfortunately crossed that line, perhaps never to return.

Posted by: Commander Foley at June 19, 2003 10:43 AM

I think the objective is to find your own personal combination and work it to the hilt, with the full knowledge and power to be able to get what you want -- men, orgasms, etc.

Arrgh... two hours later and "Easy Lover" is still there. A curse on your family line, McGee. ;)

Posted by: Diana at June 19, 2003 11:19 AM

I have to agree with Diana that a girl could be all 3, (see Drew Barrymore in the first Charlie's Angels).

That loud noise you heard is Ryan falling out of his chair with the thought of one of his favorites (Drew) being all 3.

Posted by: Tony at June 19, 2003 11:58 AM

Surprsingly guys think about how girls dig them as well, I hung out with a group of guy friends- was the like a sister to them type thing (after this blog -not sure what i was) Anyways, their theory was that if a girl calls a guy by his last name example take "Joe Lewis". If a girl came up and said "hey Lewis hows is going"? She had no interest in him except as platonic, but if she said "hey Joe hows it going"?, she liked him in a more than friends way, wanted to get to know him on a ashton demi level. I used to think that was dumb until my friend jen told me she liked someone. (not knowing it was one of the guys in the group) well for years she called him by his last name. Until that bright sunny friday she called him Brian. STEP BACK ALL YOU DISBELIEVERS! I thought. I wasn't convinced until I saw it again and again. WHOA. its true. (in my opinion I think they were on to something) Unconcsiously we women do these things and men actually notice.

Posted by: jada at June 19, 2003 12:15 PM

Don't believe it for a second. There are far too many Platonic friends who call me Commander.

Posted by: Commander Foley at June 19, 2003 12:20 PM

AHHH. But how many call you Tim?

Posted by: jada at June 19, 2003 12:21 PM

Who's Tim?

Actually, it's the reverse for me. Women who are interested/already dating me call me Foley. Most everyone else calls me Tim. And more than a fair share call me Dumbass, but that's neither here nor there.

Posted by: Commander Foley at June 19, 2003 12:25 PM

I'd just like to say for the record that a six-pack is damn funny.

mmmm. funny guys. >:)

Posted by: Kristen at June 19, 2003 12:35 PM

I've never called a male friend by his last name, even the platonic ones. I do refer to my friend Kim by her last name on occasion. But then last-name-referrals are usually a straight man phenom, and most of my male friends are gay. Doesn't work the same.

Posted by: Lori at June 19, 2003 12:43 PM

Well my man commander foley, then you are what they call as an exception. :)

Posted by: jada at June 19, 2003 01:18 PM

LOL lori, I suppose that would make a difference.

Posted by: jada at June 19, 2003 01:19 PM

Wouldn't the world be a better place if we forgot all the bull****, acted however we felt like acting, and didn't care what people think? I reached that epiphany about a year ago, and I haven't had heartburn since!

Posted by: Jen at June 19, 2003 01:39 PM

Yeah, but humans are social animals. We're going to care what other people think, period. Whether we make that our primary focus or not is within our power to control, but self-image vs. what other people see is our primary species obsessions (just look at a magazine stand.)

PSI doesn't have a helluva lot to do with TuBTOM, really. If anything, it's the enemy of TuBTOM... this is what you're up against in the fight for empowerment and equality. This is the box you get stuck in, whereas TuBTOM seems to be about saying, "Yo, head out of your ass, dude. Pay attention to MY needs, not what you think my needs are."

If we'd been going over a list of Male PSIs (PSI: Party Scene Investigations), that still wouldn't change how I act, who I am or the fact that I'm not seeing anyone (because bottom line, I don't *want* to be seeing anyone right now). A Male PSI list might just be worth a chuckle or a Keanu Reevesian exclamation of "bull****," but it wouldn't change me or cause me to re-examine how I deal with the fair sex.

But I'd still read it, just as I glance at that cover of Cosmo at the checkout aisle and think, "Hm... I wonder what the 29 Moves to Make Me Wild With Delight actually are..." just like I'd look at someone else's surround sound system and think, "Mmmm... better bass than mine..."

Posted by: Commander Foley at June 19, 2003 02:03 PM

I think that if ryan meant for us to change ourselfs after reading his blogs, the little disclaimer would read, I am omni, what I say is all knowing and the truth.

Posted by: jada at June 19, 2003 03:06 PM

I sense a new Celebrity Deathmatch: Omni vs. Agapi.

Posted by: ryan at June 19, 2003 03:15 PM

Isn't agapi a-g-a-p-i what jodie foster kept saying in her movie "Nell"?????

Posted by: jada at June 19, 2003 03:30 PM

No, that was "TAY een da WEEEEEEND" and "skkkeewerrr in da BELL-AY"

Please brush up on your Appalachean children raised by raped stroke victims movie genre.

Posted by: Megan at June 19, 2003 04:00 PM

I don't know if Jada's comment has anything to do with what I said about finding your own personal combination and playing it up as some kind of "change yourself" suggestion. It's merely a matter of finding out who (and not what) you are and being confident with it.

Ooh, e-z luvah, she'll get a hold on you believe it....DAMMIT!

Posted by: Diana at June 19, 2003 04:10 PM

I don't know if Jada's comment has anything to do with what I said about finding your own personal combination and playing it up as some kind of "change yourself" suggestion. It's merely a matter of finding out who (and not what) you are and being confident with it.

Ooh, e-z luvah, she'll get a hold on you believe it....DAMMIT!

Posted by: Diana at June 19, 2003 04:10 PM

Okay, I soooo didn't mean to post that twice.

Posted by: Diana at June 19, 2003 04:10 PM

Megan, you left out "CHIG-a-PEE" which I believe is Appalachean children raised by raped stroke victims for "chickpea."

Posted by: Commander Foley at June 19, 2003 04:13 PM

I can't believe the phrase "Appalachean children raised by raped stroke victims" was used twice on this thread in the same hour.

Damnit. Now it's three times.

Posted by: ryan at June 19, 2003 04:16 PM

Or perhaps "existentialism." Nell is a wily one.

Posted by: Megan at June 19, 2003 04:16 PM

The actual quote, from imdb.com:
Chicka, chicka, chickabee. / T'ee an me an t'ee an me. / Ressa, ressa, ressa me, / Chicka, chicka, chickabee.

Wow. But you know we're all just tay en na weeeeend.

Posted by: Lori at June 19, 2003 04:18 PM

Much like "skkkeewerrr in da BELL-AY" is Appalachean children raised by raped stroke victims for "the Gross Domestic Product of Belgium"?

Who knew she was trying to give Liam Neeson a history lesson in international economics?

Posted by: Commander Foley at June 19, 2003 04:18 PM

Who isn't trying to give Liam Neeson a history lesson in international economics? The man has no concept of invisible hands and trade embargos. Even Appalachean children raised by raped stroke victims know that (make it five. Boo-yeah!)

Posted by: Megan at June 19, 2003 04:21 PM

k I was so Trying to be funny but it failed. I notable know that agapi is not what nell said. But if you play with pronouncing it ...never mind. I laugh in my head and should keep it there.

Posted by: jada at June 19, 2003 04:24 PM

Dear Lord. What hath I wrought?

Posted by: ryan at June 19, 2003 04:25 PM

Oh, Jada, I was just kidding! Sorry. I have the utmost respect for someone who can site a Nell reference. We're on the same team

Posted by: Megan at June 19, 2003 04:29 PM

Sorry ryan! I suppose its all my fault. Thine words are like magic. it draws it out of me.

zod's warriors
brotherhood of the pants
aphrodite
omni
agapi-
walking down the beach holding hands with your model self.

Posted by: jada at June 19, 2003 04:32 PM

Duly noted megan. I feel loved to be on a team.

Posted by: jada at June 19, 2003 04:34 PM

I am pretty sure that I need to name my drunken self "Agapi". You know, when I have to much and start talking like Nell when hitting on a girl who has a combo of all three PSIs working for her.

Posted by: ryan at June 19, 2003 04:35 PM

You have my permission ryan.

Posted by: jada at June 19, 2003 04:36 PM

I suggest your opening line be about trade embargoes.

Posted by: Commander Foley at June 19, 2003 04:39 PM

PSI sounds to me like a group I once was a member of called the BBC or Bustin Biatch Club. Us girls looked out for each other in respect to if our boyfriends or whatever were faithful or treating us like dirt. So if you can understand the uncomfortableness women have along with all the other issues , honestly though I don't really worry if I am cute, attractive, sexy what have you, I worry if he is smart, kind and in my view good looking.

Posted by: jada at June 19, 2003 04:41 PM

Hi-yi-yi, T'ee an me be Agapi. What ya teeenk bay out NAFTA?

*OK, that's a bit more Jar Jar than I meant.*

Posted by: ryan at June 19, 2003 04:41 PM

Oh, Nell, will your comic value ever cease? Talk about all three PSIs - dizzam.

Posted by: Megan at June 19, 2003 04:43 PM

LOL! I just spewed my iced tea all over my screen!

My friends and I have a similar club, jada, but we are the Fearsome Threesome. Sounds a bit porno, really, but it's not.

Posted by: Lori at June 19, 2003 04:45 PM

Ryan has just come up with the best pick-up line ever, girls!
As I am married, I will graciously let the rest of you in front of me as you line up to stare at him googly-eyed and drool..... : )

Posted by: Diana at June 19, 2003 04:46 PM

Googly-eyed? Are you saying Ryan's Harem are all Muppets?

On some deep level, Nell has touched us all. Purely in a Platonic and somewhat creepy sense, of course.

Posted by: Commander Foley at June 19, 2003 04:50 PM

Man, I knew Nell was gonna be a star after she dropped "Country Grammar" on us.

Posted by: ryan at June 19, 2003 04:53 PM

"Well, yea, if my coworker used cleavage to get a promotion over me, I might be pissed."

You don't seem to mind the cleavage when I'm rocking out to the Seven Nation Army.

Posted by: CrabbyJerkface at June 19, 2003 10:16 PM

And Candice, you do have the cleavage to get yourself promoted over someone!! In response to Jen, life is definitely better when you don't give a shit about what other people think of you and when you're comfortable being whoever you want to be. Definitely a SEXY trait, wouldn't you agree? It's all about the attitude! While it may piss off others that you don't give a s*** about what they think, it just gives you all the more reason to be who you are.

Posted by: Kim at June 19, 2003 10:48 PM

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