Sunday, April 29, 2007

No Time to Blog!

Wow! Time has really flown by. (Clich├ę, I know, but my brain is dead, and my husband is currently watching Conan the Barbarian on TV, so I can’t escape cheesy clich├ęs!)

Basically, let me sum up what’s been going on since I last blogged:

1. I spoke at Corkscrew Elementary School on Wednesday the 18th to about 200 4th and 5th graders. They were awesome and had so many questions for me! I also left a box of 20books with the librarian, who sold them all out at the school’s book fair this week, and then some. If any of you from Corkscrew are reading this, thank you so much for your support!
2. I got to speak to the Golden Gate High School FCA on Thursday the 19th. GGHS has a really big FCA, and good pizza!
3. On April 20th and 21st, I had a charity book signing at NCA, and I also spoke at the middle school chapel.
4. On April 23rd, I taught a class on character development to the HEED Homeschooling Co-op Advanced English class. We had a great time, and the girls were incredibly smart!
5. I had two book signings at Curves as the member of the month on April 24th & 25th.
6. On Wednesday, April 25th, I spoke to First Baptist Church’s youth group. The kids were well-behaved, and I sold a lot of books—basically I almost ran out of my supply. Also, someone told me that I replaced Brian Jacques as his favorite author. Now that's a compliment! Thank's Wyatt!
7. On Friday, April 27th, I traveled to Broward County where I spoke at Somerset Academy. What a great facility and wonderful kids. Special thanks to Ms. Ellis’s class, who fed me breakfast and made me feel welcome, Desiree, who was so excited about A Prophecy Forgotten that she had her mother e-mail me to make sure I brought her a book, and to Michael, A Prophecy Forgotten’s best salesman! Also, thanks to Ms. Ellis, who made the whole event possible!

Anyway, I’m exhausted, and next week’s schedule looks pretty full, too. I’m going to be speaking to East Naples Middle School, judging a speech contest, being an MC with my friend, actress Jillian Windham, for open mike night at Barnes & Noble, being interviewed on the radio with Arnie Coones, speaking at the Naples Writer’s Club, and having my first book store book signing on Friday. Quite honestly, I'm the most scared about the Open Mike Night. I’m hoping I’ll have time to blog more than I did this week.

Oh, but I’ve got a problem. I’m out of books, and I don’t know if the books I ordered are going to be here in time for the book signing…. I’m hoping they get here in time.

(And thank goodness my husband switched to The Fellowship of the Ring instead of Conan the Barbarian. Oh, the cave troll just pinned Frodo to the wall. I wonder what might happen next...?)

For more information on my debut novel, A Prophecy Forgotten, check out my website at

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Center Point Youth Group is the Best in the World!

The youth at Center Point Community Church rock! They just rock! Last night at youth group, I told them that A Prophecy Forgotten was available at Barnes & Noble. Later on, I walked outside and saw that about six cars had “A Prophecy Forgotten by MB Weston Now Available at Barnes & Noble” written in the rear windows—including mine. It made me realize how lucky I was to be one of the leaders of such a great youth group. I love you guys!

For more information on my debut novel, A Prophecy Forgotten, check out my website at

Don't Blush While Wearing Concealer...

Or, Gulp, How Am I Going to Sell 50 Books???

My friends from middle school and high school, Sasha and Sophia, met me for coffee at Barnes & Noble on Friday. Sophia is an English teacher in San Francisco, and I haven’t seen her in a few years, so it was great to get together. Sophia and Sasha insisted on seeing if A Prophecy Forgotten was in the store, so they dragged me to the customer service desk to ask. I felt quite self-conscious about being an author and asking for a copy of my own book (especially because I was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt from my night of cleaning office buildings), so I kept quiet. “They just received fifty copies,” said the customer service rep. My heart almost came to a complete stop. 50 copies for my May 4th book signing?

(Just an FYI on the publishing industry: Bookstores actually function as consignment shops. They can return any book they buy within a three month period of time, and they usually will return all of those books that aren’t A-List that don’t sell in three months. Returned books look bad in the bookstore computers. I want to look good to the Barnes & Noble computers--like an author with a great sell through. Therefore, I want a 100% sell through for my first book signing, but 75% will be acceptable. That means that by May 4th (well, actually, I’ve got until three months from Friday…), I have to get at least 38 people into Barnes & Noble to buy A Prophecy Forgotten. This is going to be fun, to say the least.)

But on with the story because it’s actually kind of funny. We went searching for A Prophecy Forgotten, but couldn’t find it. We finally asked a very nice man with an employee tag where it was. Again, I kept quiet, feeling foolish. The man said he would check receiving. After about ten minutes of checking receiving, he returned holding 5 copies of A Prophecy Forgotten. Sophia and Sasha each took a copy, and he turned away from us to put the book on the shelves.

About ten steps later, he opened the book and began flipping through it. His eyes fell on the book flap where my picture is prominently displayed. He stopped immediately, turned to us, and pointed at me. I gave him a little laugh. He walked back to us and said, “You’re supposed to tell me you’re the author!”

My face turned hot—extremely hot—and I started laughing. “I was embarrassed,” I tried to explain. I stuck out my hand and said, “Hi, I’m M. B. Weston.” He shook it, and we had a good laugh over it. Still, the only thing I could think about was how red my face must be and how the concealer I’ve been using to hide my acne always shows when my face turns red. He’s staring at my concealer, I kept thinking, which is utter nonsense because no man is going to notice that kind of thing. Aren’t we women funny in how we think sometimes?

Once he left, Sophia, Sasha, and I took pictures by the bookshelves, and then the purchased my book. We allowed Sophia the opportunity to make the first purchase. It’s kind of nice. My best friends have all gotten the first purchase of A Prophecy Forgotten in some way. My other friend, Jill, made the first purchase from me directly—my first sale. Sasha was the first to purchase it off And Sophia got to buy the first book in the bookstore. It was a perfect night really, except for my face turning red and exposing my concealer

For more information on my debut novel, A Prophecy Forgotten, check out my website at

Monday, April 16, 2007

In Honor of Jackie Robinson

Or, The Consequences of Prejudice

Today is Jackie Robinson Day—the day an African American man first played major league baseball. Today, four of my favorite Yankees are sporting Robinson’s number 42: Derek Jeter, Robinson Cano, Joe Torre, and Mariano Rivera. Today, baseball announcers and ESPN analysts are talking about how wonderful it was that Major League Baseball finally let African Americans play baseball and how great a man Jackie Robinson was. I heartily agree with both statements, although I suspect that we Caucasians will never fully understand Robinson’s greatness.

Prejudice sickens me, and it always has. As I’ve been thinking about Jackie Robinson and baseball, I’ve begun to realize something. Often, we think about prejudicial thinking as hurting the person enduring the prejudice. We don’t really thing about how much prejudice hurts the person who has prejudice. Let me give a few examples from baseball to show what I mean:

Sachel Page (spelling?) was one of baseball’s Negro League’s best pitchers—ever. No one could hit him, not even Josh Gibson or Buck O’Neil. By the time Jackie Robinson cleared the way for other African Americans to play Major League Baseball, Sachel was entering the twilight of his career. With his good years behind him, he joined the Cleveland Indians, who promptly won a World Series with his help. And this was the aging Sachel Page. The tragedy in this—aside from the travesty against a race of people due to their skin color—is that white Americans missed out on Sachel’s best years. Because of the prejudice of our forefathers (with no help from the bigoted first commissioner of baseball, the not-so-honorable Kennesaw Mountain Landis), most Americans never saw Sachel’s genius, skill, and durability during his prime.

Another example: my darling New York Yankees. Just after Jackie Robinson made his debut in Major League Baseball, a scout called the Yankees home office and told them about the most amazing outfielder prospect he’d ever seen. The guy could hit, run, catch—you name it he could do it. The Yanks ignored the tip because that particular outfielder was an African American. Oh, I forgot to mention that his name was Willie Mays. The prejudice of the Yankees home office cost them the chance to acquire the Say Hey Kid. Idiots!

Bigotry and prejudice destroy those who practice it. Think about how much less rich baseball history would be without the memories of Hank Aaron, Bob Gibson, and Ozzie Smith. And where would all the free agents be without Kurt Flood? Think of how cheesy ESPN highlights would be without Derek Jeter throwing his patented throw-on-the-fly to first, flipping the ball to Posada, and diving into the stands. Boston would still be waiting to win a World Series if Big Papi was playing in the Negro Leagues. And where would modern day baseball be without Garret Anderson, Tori Hunter, Frank Thomas…? The list goes on and on.

I really believe that Jackie Robinson paved the way for African Americans not only baseball, but in business and politics. He showed people on national television that skin color had no bearing on a person’s abilities. I think of how blessed America is to have leaders such as Colin Powell, Clarence Thomas, Alan Keyes, J. C. Watts, and Thomas Sowell, just to name a few. If we can rid ourselves of our remaining prejudices, think of how much better America will become.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Memoirs of a Cleaning Lady

Or, Things I Think About While I’m Scrubbing Toilets

By day, I’m an author. I speak at schools about writing, I lead a young writers group, I teach writing workshops at conferences, and I sign books. At night, however, I enter a different world. I’m a cleaning lady. I wear mismatched shorts and shirts and dirty tennis shoes. I scrub toilets and salon sinks full of hair. I take out the garbage and mop floors. It’s kind of a reverse Cinderella thing.

Now I’ve noticed a slight disparity between my two worlds. Often, as I clean offices, I’ve run into several corporate employees. Their reactions to me as a cleaning lady are much different than others reactions to me as an author. Some try to avoid looking me in the eyes, and they often look embarrassed when our eyes meet. Others raise their eyebrows and look down on me. I’ve run into a couple people who know me, and they react with a shocked, “What are you doing here?” I guess they never expected to see a National Merit Finalist who graduated cum laude with a degree in accounting mopping floors. At night, I’m just an uneducated cleaning lady—not an author. I shouldn’t even be speaking English according to the prejudices of the day.

What’s even more interesting is my reaction to being seen as a cleaning lady. Quite honestly, it’s one of embarrassment. I actually did my best to hide (successfully) from a former high school classmate-turned-lawyer who was on the high school Mock Trial team with me. In my mind, I would have died if he knew that the girl who wanted to be the first woman attorney general of the United States (pre-Janet Reno) was cleaning his office. The truth is: I simply don’t want people to see me as a cleaning lady. I want them to see me as an author. I guess I’m just as prejudiced as everyone else. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t care what other people thought. I guess if I fully understood the love God has for each of us, I would see that jobs, education, and social status do not determine a person’s worth. I’m going to have to work on that.

For more information on my debut novel, A Prophecy Forgotten, check out my website at

Friday, April 13, 2007

5 Obsessions—no particular order

A MEME from Raven Bower

You can thank Raven for this one!

Writing: Quite the obvious one, isn’t it? I’m currently working on A Prophecy Forgotten’s sequel, Out of the Shadows. But I haven’t written recently—I’ve been so busy with other things, so I’m getting cranky! (Some women take hormones. I reach for coffee and a pen—well, a keyboard attached to a computer.)

Baseball: New York Yankees Baseball on YES to be exact. (YES—the Yankee Entertainment & Sports network—has the best announcers.) MLB Extra Innings is one of the greatest inventions in the world—after the invention of the farm system by Branch Ricky, of course.

Coffee: PJ’s of New Orleans has the best iced coffee in the whole world. I also love lattes and cappuccinos. I just went to Brio’s today (with my author friends, Sandy Lender and Prudy Taylor Board) and they served me one of the best cappuccinos I’ve ever seen. The foam was perfect, with little bubbles instead of the big ones made my armatures, and…. Ah! Coffee!

My Husband, Greg: He’s fun, he loves me, and he lets me watch baseball! (And I can’t say anything else because kids might be reading this.)

Sleep: Right now, all I want is sleep!

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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

A Prophecy Forgotten T-Shirts Are Here!

The T-shirts have finally arrived! They are sweet, to say the least! This is my friend and future Academy Award Winning Director, Brian Carnell, modeling one for me. The back is cool, too. It says:

You do not know us. You cannot see us.
We are your guards—your protectors.
For 3,000 years, we have fought a war that stretches from our world to yours.
Our prophecies tell us this war will end,
but we are weary.
Our hope is dwindling.
Our faith is nearly lost.

(That's from the back of the book and from the website.) Soon, I'll figure out how to use PayPal and get the t-shirt sales up and running on the website.

For more information on my debut novel, A Prophecy Forgotten, check out my website at

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Celebrate The Resurrection!

1,000 years before Christ, David writes in Psalm 16:9-10, “Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure, because you will not abandon me to grave, nor will you let your Holy One see decay.”

David died, was buried, and decayed. But the Holy One, Jesus Christ, never saw decay after His death. He rose from the grave three days later. (The sign of Jonah, hinted Jesus long before his death, for Jonah stayed in the belly of the fish for three days.)

I guess some prophecies should never fade from memory.

A question for all of us: If God can raise a man from the grave after three days, what can He do in our lives if we only let him? Let us celebrate the Resurrection by allowing God to work in our lives.

A Prophecy Forgotten of a Different Sort

This passage is directly from the Bible. From reading it, see if you can figure out who it is referring to:

“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from the words of my groaning? O my God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, and am not silent. Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One; you are the praise of Israel. In you our fathers put their trusts; they trusted and you delivered them. They cried to you and were saved; in you they trusted and were not disappointed.
“But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by men and despised by the people. All who see me mock me. They hurl insults, shaking their heads. ‘He trusts in the Lord: let the Lord rescue him. Let him deliver him, since he delights in him.’ Yet you brought me out of the womb; you made me trust in you even at my mother’s breast. From birth, I was cast upon you; from my mother’s womb you have been my God. Do not be far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help.
“Many bulls surround me; strong bulls of Bashan encircle me. Roaring lions tearing their prey open their mouths wide against me. I am poured out like water and all my bones are out of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted away within me. My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death. Dogs have surrounded me; a band of evil men has encircled me, they have pierced my hands and my feet. I can count all my bones; people stare and gloat over me. They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing.”

Would it surprise you to find out that this passage was a Psalm written by David almost 1,000 years before Christ was crucified? Would it surprise you even more to find out that the piercing of hands and feet never happened in the Jewish culture during David’s time and that crucifixion was not even introduced in Israel until the Romans conquered it several hundred years after this passage was written. This passage is from Psalm 22, and it is considered a prophecy pointing to Jesus’ crucifixion and death. One more question: What do you think inspired David to write this passage?

And now, I will let many of you in on a little secret with this: Some Prophecies Should Never Fade From Memory. See if you can figure it out!

Friday, April 06, 2007

The No Name Saturday

A Time of Fear and Doubt for the Disciples

It’s very interesting to look at the Easter traditions. We have Maundy Thursday, celebrating the Last Supper. Then we have Good Friday, which if you were Christ 2000 years ago, was not so good. And of course, there is Easter Sunday. But no one has a name for Saturday that I know of. I could be wrong.

This past year, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about faith and the development of faith. I’ve been studying I & II Samuel in the Bible, and I’ve really been paying attention to King David’s faith through trials. So this Saturday, I’m pausing to think about the disciples and what they must have been going through the day after their master—the guy they thought was the Messiah—had died.

My thoughts wander to Peter. When Jesus met Peter, called Simeon, He changed his name to Peter, saying “upon this rock I will build my church.” (Take a guess as to what the root word for Peter means….) And Peter, the Rock, the guy who walked on water, and the first disciple to profess Jesus as the Messiah, totally denied that he even knew Jesus just before Jesus died. The Rock had crumbled. How was Peter feeling on Saturday? What was Peter feeling? Was he feeling guilt that he had denied Christ, or was he feeling a horrible, sinking feeling that the man he once believed was God’s Son was really nothing more than a mere mortal fooling the world with magic tricks. Did he remember that this same man who hung helpless on a cross once walked on water?

I also think about John. John was the only disciple who didn’t run away. He watched Jesus’ trials, followed Him to the crucifixion site, and watched His execution. John showed no fear of the Roman guards or of the Pharisees. He stayed, and he watched Jesus take his final breath, saying, “It is finished.” (I really believe that God rewarded John for his bravery by letting him die a natural death instead of the executions that the rest of the disciples went through, but that’s another story.) My real question is: what was John thinking on Saturday after the crucifixion? Did he question the years he spent following Jesus? Did he wonder why he risked his life to watch Jesus die? Did he understand that when Jesus said, “It is finished,” He meant something so much more? Did he wonder why Jesus used an accounting term that meant, “Paid in full”?

I think Saturday for the disciples, was a day of despair—a day of hopelessness and questioning whether or not God himself even existed. It was a day of darkness. I guess that’s why it doesn’t have a name. Dark Saturday or Sucky Saturday just doesn’t have a ring to it. It’s so interesting to think about because the disciples had no idea what was about to happen. They had no idea what God was planning. They only knew that their Messiah, their Jesus, was dead—along with the promises they had chosen to believe.

It’s so easy for me to dwell in the darkness. So often, I forget that I can’t see everything God is doing. I don’t know His plan. I get scared, forgetting that God is God. I don’t know what many of you are going through right now. Some of you probably have problems that I can’t even imagine. I do know this. God has a plan for your life. He has a reason for making you, and He has given your life a purpose. Sometimes, life might not make sense, just as it didn’t make sense for the disciples on Saturday, but that’s because we can’t see God’s entire plan. And I know His plan is good.

Good Friday

A pause from the mayhem to focus on what really matters...

And Jesus took the bread, saying, “This is my body, which is broken for you.” At the time, no one else in the room knew the meaning of those words. As the disciples ate and drank heartily, laughing and enjoying each other’s company, Jesus sat, knowing that only a few hours later, he would begin to endure what is known throughout history as one of the most brutal forms of torture and death—crucifixion.

It is so easy for us to be like the disciples, laughing, talking, enjoying our friends, or basking in the glory of a hard earned accomplishment. Let us pause for a moment and remember the sacrifice Jesus made for us so long ago.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

My First Real Book Signing!

Or, Buy My Book From Barnes & Noble on May 4th!

I’ve scheduled my first “bookstore” book signing at Barnes & Noble—Waterside Shops. It’s on Friday, May 4th at 7:00pm. If you’re planning on buying A Prophecy Forgotten at Barnes & Noble, buy it then! After the book signing, please join me for an After-Signing Coffee Break—a time where I can meet and talk with people about writing, politics, baseball—anything. It’s a tradition I plan to continue with each book signing. My first After-Signing Coffee Break will take place at PJ’s of New Orleans at the intersection of Pine Ridge and Goodlette. If you have not tried PJ’s iced coffee, you must! It’s the best stuff in the world!

For more information on my debut novel, A Prophecy Forgotten, check out my website at

I’m Teaching a Summer Writing Program for Teenagers at Barnes & Noble—Waterside Shops!

Or, I’m Just Too Tired to Think Up A Cool Title…

I met with the CRM (Community Relations Manager) and the Assistant CRM at my local Barnes & Noble, today. They are probably two of the nicest ladies I’ve ever worked with. We met at the Naples Press Club Writers Conference back in January, where we began to discuss the idea of me teaching some writing workshops for teenagers. I finally put a plan together and brought it to them today. We decided let me teach a summer writing program for teenagers. They’re also going to let me hang out after each workshop and do a book signing. (Which gives me more time to drink coffee!) We are also considering doing something similar this fall for adults. Here are the dates and the times:
· Tuesday 06/19/07 2:00 to 4:00: Plot and Structure
· Tuesday 06/26/07 2:00 to 4:00: Character Development
· Tuesday 07/03/07 2:00 to 4:00: Sensory Details & Landscape
· Tuesday 07/10/07 2:00 to 4:00: The Rules of Great Writing
If you’re a teenager from South Florida who loves to write—be there! We’ll have loads of fun, I guarantee it!

For more information on my debut novel, A Prophecy Forgotten, check out my website at

BabelCon: I’m Right Next to the Incredible Hulk!

You’ve got to check this out! I’m going to be a panelist at BabelCon, a Sci-Fi/Fantasy Fest in Baton Rouge, and they’ve listed me on their website—right next to Lou Ferrigno! Oh yeah! I’ve arrived! I’m on par with the Incredible Hulk! Check out the site! The beautiful lady next to me is Deborah LeBlanc, an author I met at the Emerald Coast Writers Conference. I really admire her zeal and her persistence in promoting her work.

For more information on my debut novel, A Prophecy Forgotten, check out my website at

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

My First Charity Book Signing!

For Naples Christian Academy

I’m doing my first charity book signing for Naples Christian Academy on April 20-21. Here’s the plan: On Friday, April 20th, I’m going to be at NCA all day selling A Prophecy Forgotten for $25. The regular price is $27.99, but I don’t want to deal with the change. On Saturday, April 21st, I’ll be at the Naples Christian Academy Pancake Breakfast at Beef O’Brady’s from 7:30 to 9:30 selling and signing A Prophecy Forgotten for $25. All profits, which equal just a bit under $10 per book, will be donated to NCA.

For more information on my debut novel, A Prophecy Forgotten, check out my website at

A Prophecy Forgotten Now Available at and Barnes & Noble

Or, Why I Have the Best Mother-In-Law in the World

I finally got the book last night, but I’ve been told that it always takes a two to three weeks after the proof has been approved before knowledge of the book hits and Barnes & Noble. So, I figured that I had about two weeks to plan my bookstore tour, in which I’m going to pile all my info into the car and take a drive from here to Ft. Myers and back, stopping at bookstores and begging for book signings.

That is, until my mother-in-law gives me a call and tells me that I’m already on Amazon and Barnes and Talk about a freak out moment! I wouldn’t have even thought to check the websites for another week! I thanked her profusely, as her little call changed my entire plan for this week, drove home immediately and changed from shorts and flip flops to Capri pants and heels, printed up all the stuff I planned to bring to Barnes & Noble—Naples, and headed off. Oh, and I took my hair out of the ratty pony-tail and put it up in a nice clip. I grabbed a copy of A Prophecy Forgotten, which my publisher requires all of his authors to have on hand at all times, marched into Barnes & Noble, and made an “appointment” for next Thursday with the Community Relations Manager there to discuss book signings, so stay tuned for more news. Anyway, all of this is because of my wonderful mother-in-law, who is looking out for me!

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Tuesday, April 03, 2007

A Prophecy Forgotten Has Finally Arrived!

And I’m Too Tired to be Excited!

Well, the books I ordered were supposed to arrive today. So I waited. And waited. And waited some more. By 3:45, Greg and I had to leave to clean a salon. Once we finished (5:00), we raced home to see if the books were there because we were meeting someone whom I was going to give a book to anyway—and they weren’t there. So we left to clean some more—three more hours of office cleaning—and we came home exhausted. And the books were sitting at our door!

Let me tell you, the cover for A Prophecy Forgotten is just plain cool. The colors look great up close and far away, and—It’s just cool.

It’s funny, when people finally realize that you have written a book and the accomplishment that comes with it. For me, the realization was complete when I signed a contract with ArcheBooks. The publishing contract is the hard part. The rest—the writing, editing, waiting, etc.—is peaches compared to the difficulty of actually getting the book published. So the moment I signed the contract, I considered myself a professional author.

I’ve come to realize, however, that it’s different for the rest of the world. A book is a book when it’s a book. I guess that makes sense. It’s been a little hard to sell a future book. J.K. Rowling can, but I haven’t been able to—yet. Just you wait!

For more information on my debut novel, A Prophecy Forgotten, check out my website at

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

Play Ball!

Grab the peanuts and the cracker jacks! Dust off the jerseys! Pull out the score books! Baseball Season has officially begun, and my New York Yankees won their Opening Day game against the Tampa Bay Devil Rays. The Yanks were down 5 to 3 for a while until Jeter tied the game with a two run scoring, bases loaded single. Then A-Rod decided to homer to make up for an earlier error, and Rivera struck out the side. A great game. (Not as great as the opening game a few years ago against Boston where Rivera gave up the lead in the 9th and Jeter won the thing with a big fat homer, but it was good. Yes, I remember these things.) And the Yanks did it without me clutching my lucky lavender blanket!

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