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February 24, 2009

Woollens, visions and sheer greed

Filed under: General Chit-Chat — Tags: , , , — Ann-Maree @ 10:08 pm

By Heidi Soholt

  

HEEEEELP have over-indulged on yummy pancakes – is there a safe limit???? Feel about nine months pregnant as I write this.

 

Remembered it was Shrove Tuesday and decided to be a good mummy (for a change) so got out the baking equipment only to find I don’t seem to possess a recipe for pancakes. I can just hear all those organised mums out there shouting “who doesn’t know how to make pancakes???” but actually I don’t. I then remembered that my paper does a daily recipe and it came up trumps. I actually managed to make them!! Am soooo proud of myself and had to eat about ten to celebrate. My unbelievably fussy son had one and a half (he’s very suspicious of anything I make in case I try to put healthy stuff in it), while toddler daughter and other-half managed to snuffle about three. Seems fair enough to me.

 

I was pleased this week to discover a new shop in town that actually sells decent clothes. The area I live in has gone into terminal decline on the retail front, partly because of the recession and partly because of some seriously dodgy town management. The powers to be seem to believe that the way forward is to cram the centre with a) charity shops b) take-away outlets c) stores selling tat.

 

However, as I emerged from Monday morning’s mothers and toddlers club, I was confronted with something of a vision. Bearing in mind that the mums and tods is based in our local Baptist Church, the whole morning had had a slightly religious ring to it (this being spoiled by a rather unchristian struggle triggered by my daughter’s refusal to share any instruments during the sing-along). There, across the street, was a freshly painted, sparkling new store with eye-wateringly gorgeous clothes in the window. As I ran over the road I noticed that half of the other mums had also made the same discovery, and the shop was full to the brim with buggies. No matter though, with a determined glint in my eye I fell upon the rails, delirious with happiness over this new find. As businesses seem to be closing daily at the moment I made sure I came away with a couple of purchases – just to be on the safe side.

 

It was back to school yesterday, following the half term break. Am glad that the weather is getting a little milder which means you’re spared the tedious morning hunt for hats, gloves etc. I really can’t understand where the dozens of hats I have bought my son this winter have disappeared to – must be some huge woollens guzzling monster in his school. I really am going to do better with my name tagging and labelling next year – and I know just the person who can help at Labels4Kids !

February 22, 2009

Surviving the february break and that xbox again!

Filed under: General Chit-Chat — Tags: , , — Ann-Maree @ 11:37 pm

Well that’s a relief!  I have survived the February school break and still have my hair in tact.  Kids go back to school tomorrow but then one is back off for a minor operation so will be home for the week AGAIN ! 

Been a busy work week too…trying to get to grips with new techie work like this new labels4kids blog software and other social networking stuff. I think maybe I’m getting too old for it all. I will have to modernise or the kids will surpass me in technology.

Already the 10 year old can unpack a new xbox attachment (yes, that thing again!) and plug it all in and get the thingy working without reading any instructions, download whatever onto new phones and so on from the computer and runs rings around the rest of us.  School report showed a FLAIR for computing. Well that’s me obsolete then!

Oh and on the xbox subject, yes he appreciated why it had been removed from him for a while but then it slipped back into the old routine of arguments about which kid had not had long enough on it at night and so on. Then on Friday morning there was screaming from downstairs. “Has someone died, or slipped or cut themselves?” Almost as bad… “No, no, the xbox has the ring of death mum!” 

Oh my goodness, oh my gosh…major disaster… trying to feign disappoinment at the thought dad and mum said “never mind, we’ll have to send it off to microsoft. It could take a few weeks to get repaired”. Or maybe a few months or maybe a year. There’s always hope.  Then we could not resist it. We both looked at each other raising our arms in victory and yelled out “Oh YES, there is a god!”

February 17, 2009

Help needed with donations for stillborn babies’ blankets

It was a weird week this week. Way back in November a lady contacted us asking to buy woven sew on labels saying Blankets of Love. We ended up in a longer conversation about what they were required for and what they were to be like and so on and strangely the topic turned to stillbirth. 

This is something close to my heart having lost a baby at full term back in 2000 and it took me by surprise coming around the time of the anniversary of our loss.  I agreed to donate 500 labels to her and her group.  Then just this past week she rang to ask me along to a Stirling Sewing Guild meeting to chat about it.

Hazel is part of the Stirling Sewing Guild who have now agreed to make as many blankets as they can in the next year using labels4kids donated woven sew on labels saying “Blankets of Love” and they are going to donate these to the Scottish hospitals, and others if they get enough, for those who want them after having had a still born baby.

Last week I attended one of their nights to meet some of the ladies. They were a great group of 30 or so women, all making fantastic creations for various causes, who were all touched by the idea and by seeing all the letters of thanks that 2 other women had received for donating blankets around Scotland from their sewing guild in Glasgow.  We chatted with 2 of the initiators of the scheme and their background having either lost a baby or known someone who had.  We all agreed how fantastic the group SANDS is as their brochures are so invaluable at a time after the loss of a baby.

The group is trying to spread the load with tonnes of sewing to be done and are looking for help of any kind.  They would like to get the project going to donate to hospitals all around the UK eventually. 

I thought is was such a marvellous idea.   Having lost a baby and never had any blanket or clothing to keep that did not belong to the hospital I felt that especially mums who lost babies at whatever stage of the pregnancy would love to be able to keep something their baby was wrapped in . I would have loved that but it is too late for me now. I was pleased to hear the local hospital have taken some blankets in the past few years and I do wish these ladies all the best with their project.

If anyone wants to help out with donations of fabric in pale colours (mostly white) or some lace donations or even to sew some small pale coloured quilts to donate then please let us know and we can pass them on to the group in Stirling and they could even end up at your local hospital anywhere in the UK to make someone’s bereavement a little easier.  Bear in mind the blanket only need to be between face washer size up to at most A3 size. 

Labels4Kids is very much behind this great project and would love some help to get this working for everyone involved.

Any help much appreciated! Go on…give a little time if you can and let’s see what we can do together.

Plastic water bottles or containers linked to cancer risk

Today I received this email from a friend and thought that our customers being concerned parents and carers may find this Cancer Update from John Hopkins of interest.  I hold no responsibility for the accuracy or otherwise of this information as it was just emailed to me but if it is true it is quite scary and handy to know…

THE EMAIL I RECEIVED :

No plastic containers in microwave. No water bottles in freezer. No plastic wrap in microwave.Recently, Edward Fujimoto, Wellness Program Manager at Castle Hospital , was on a TV program to explain this health hazard. He talked about dioxins and how bad they are for us. He said that we should not be heating our food in the Microwave using plastic containers…This especially applies to foods that contain fat. He said that the combination of fat, high heat, and plastics releases dioxin into the food and ultimately into the cells of the body…This is an article that should be sent to anyone important in your life!

Bottled water in your car[or golf bag ]Very dangerous.

This is how Sheryl Crow got breast cancer. She was on the Ellen show and said this same exact thing. This has been identified as the most common cause of the high levels in breast cancer, especially in Australia .

A friend whose mother was recently diagnosed with breast cancer and the Doctor told her: women should not drink bottled water that has been left in a car.

The doctor said that the heat and the plastic of the bottle have certain chemicals that can lead to breast cancer. So please be careful and do not drink bottled water that has been left in a car, and, pass this on to all the women in your life. This information is the kind we need to know and be aware and just might save us! The heat causes toxins from the plastic to leak into the water and they have found these toxins in breast tissue. Use a stainless steel Canteen or a glass bottle when you can!

LET EVERYONE WHO HAS A WIFE / GIRLFRIEND / DAUGHTER KNOW PLEASE.

This information is being circulated at Walter Reed Army Medical Center as well.

A dioxin chemical causes cancer, especially breast cancer.

Dioxins are highly poisonous to the cells of our bodies. Don’t freeze your plastic Bottles with water in them as this releases dioxins from the plastic.

Instead, he recommends using glass, such as Corning Ware, Pyrex or ceramic . Containers for heating food… You get the same results, only without the dioxin.

So such things as TV dinners, instant ramen and soups, etc., should be removed from the container and heated in something else. Paper isn’t bad but you don’t know what is in the paper.

It’s just safer to use tempered glass, Corning Ware, etc.
He reminded us that a while ago some of the fast food restaurants moved away from the foam containers to paper. The dioxin problem is one of the reasons…

Also, he pointed out that plastic wrap, such as Saran, is just as dangerous when placed over foods to be cooked in the microwave. As the food is nuked, the high heat causes poisonous toxins to actually melt out of the plastic wrap and drip into the food. Cover food with a paper towel instead.

Travel fever

By Heidi Soholt

I am writing while practically perched on top of my computer table. The reason for this is that a big spider just scuttled past me into a small gap by the fireplace and I am feeling a tad phobic. Okay, majorly phobic, HELP.

 

God I really hate the things. I know they can’t hurt me – not in this country anyway – but they scare the you-know-what out of me anyway. WHERE is a MAN when you need one?????? Harrogate, that’s where. Fat lot of use that. I’m just going to have to sweat it out until he returns, and by that time, the gross thing (can’t even bring myself to repeat THAT word) will have found a superb place to set up home until the next time hubby goes away.

 

We are currently on half term here. I’ve just returned from a trip down south to see my sister and mum. Had a really fabulous time, quite relaxing actually, which doesn’t normally happen when I travel with the sprogs. The relaxing part does not, however, apply to the journey home. Having managed to bag a seat for my one-year-old on the way down (infants don’t usually get seats), she behaved herself reasonably well – apart from the obligatory dirty nappy that always happens just after take off when the trolley is making it’s slow way in your direction. The poor love had to put up with being squeezed on to the shelf above the loo which is supposedly a changing station. Fine if you’ve got a tiny mite, not so good if you’ve got a chubby toddler.

 

On the way back I wasn’t so lucky with the seating arrangements. Having plonked my daughter on the window seat next to mine, I was merrily pretending that she was two and therefore eligible for it. (Oh yes, before I go any further, I should point out I was flying with a certain budget airline that does not allocate seating.) Anyway, as more and more passengers got on, the situation started to look bleak, and I had to finally relent when a stewardess came over to inform me that as the plane was now full, the man she had in tow had nowhere else to go but next to me.

 

Giving him an apologetic smile, I hauled my daughter on to my lap and hastily grappled in my bag for chocolate. By the time we had taken off she had finished the chocolate, was covered in it and angry. She kicked and thrashed, screamed and raged the whole hour-and-a-half. Every single bit of food I tried to give her was thrown on to the floor or smeared around the seat. She simply couldn’t understand why she was confined and no amount of bribing would calm her down. Horrendous. I literally threw her at my husband when we got to the other end, and had to sit down for ten minutes to calm my nerves. The only vaguely saving grace was that there was another unhappy toddler on the flight too, which meant screaming in stereo for the other passengers, and a small measure of comfort for me – at least I wasn’t the only one having such a bad time.

 

While waiting for my black case in baggage reclaim, it suddenly occurred to me how many black cases were going round. The thought of someone accidentally walking off with mine suddenly struck me, adding to my stress levels. Luckily no one did, but I did manage to miss my case altogether and had to go pick it up from the end of the carousel, where it had been placed along with all the other unclaimed black cases. I then realised that the perfect solution was close at hand –  will be buying luggage straps and personalised bag tags from Labels4Kids with a selection of brightly coloured ones which would really make your non-descript luggage stand out from the crowd! Go see.
Luggage straps personalised to order in red and blue with white text.
 
Personalised bag tags by labels 4 kids uk

Personalised bag tags by labels 4 kids uk

February 14, 2009

New Press and Click Name Tags and Fasteners

Label4kids have just introduced a fantastic new product called press and click name tags and press and click fasteners.  These labels are fantastic for clothing when you don’t want to iron or sew and perhaps you cut off your care labels so you cannot use our stikins stick on clothing labels. The press and click name tags and press and click fasteners are used in Care homes and boarding schools with success. They are great for socks, especially those with the roll top. Also great for outdoor clothing. The pin attachment is not scratchy as the sharper end like a pin snaps off on attaching so that you are left with a fairly smooth surface at both sides of the pin.  They can be used with the name tags we supply with them or you can by the press and click fasteners on their own to use with sew on clothing labels.  Check out these great new items today!

February 10, 2009

Spare a thought for Oz

By Heidi Soholt

 

 

Nearly didn’t make it tonight – feel like I’ve been running around the place like a whirling dervish and am getting some distinctly swollen throat glands too……not to mention the sheer joy of contracting conjunctivitis from my one-year-old – it’s alright for her, she doesn’t need eye makeup!!!! The bed was looking an extremely inviting prospect about half an hour ago, but I’ve bucked myself up (with the help of a Creme Egg) and will soldier on with the weekly blog.

 

However, I guess that anyone who, like me, is feeling sorry for themselves in this freezing, dreary, bug ridden, a***e end of winter, need only take a look Down Under to get some real perspective. My dad, who lives in Tasmania (yes that is part of Australia), has thankfully not been affected by the devastating fires which have pretty much wiped out communities in parts of Victoria and South Australia. I read a harrowing account from a survivor which graphically described the unbelievable horror of staring Mother Nature full in the face. There literally was nothing he could do to escape the wall of flames descending on his home – only the fact that he had earlier moved his car away from the building meant that he and his family survived. Another, displaying the fact that the famous Australian dry wit survives just about anything, was quoted as saying “Fire plan? The only plan we had was ditch the fire plan and run.”

 

Dad wrote in his most recent email that the whole country has had unusually severe weather conditions this year. Queensland in the north has experienced floods so bad that crocodiles have been swimming along roads and in parks. The east has been so hot that crops like potatoes have been literally baking in the ground. And little Tassie, to the south, has had huge storms, with trees down everywhere. So, while we all complain about our weather – spare a thought for the poor Aussies. It does make you wonder whether their favourite ‘whingeing Poms’ phrase actually had a point…..

 

Anyways, the weather here today was glorious. Sparkling snow on the ground and eye-wateringly blue skies. I took my toddler into town for a bit of mooching and we had a fine old time of it. She has taken a recent dislike to her buggy and insisted, in her very commanding one-year-old way, that she would walk home. She is quite a good walker for her age but progress was slow on account of her stopping by every lamppost to give it a hug. Weird. She also likes to pick up litter and then hurl it down on the pavement when she’s finished examining it. It gets a bit tedious having to find a bin for every bit of rubbish she’s taken an interest in, but it’s also very embarrassing to have people tutting at you as though you’re bringing up the world’s biggest litter-bug when you don’t. Any ideas? Much appreciated.

 

The toddler has also perfected the art of escapology. Recently she’s got to grips with the zip on her sleeping bag and, having taken it off, realised that she’s much more agile when not wearing it. This has prompted some daring escapes from her cot – including hurling herself from it after we had removed a chair in a bid to stop her climbing out. So, being a clever sort of mummy (even though I do say it myself – someone has to) I came up with a cunning solution – reverse her sleeping bag so that the zip was on the back. She’d never manage to escape from that – ha ha ha – well she did. How she did it will remain a lifelong mystery, but I stumbled in to her room at seven this morning to find not only one disrobed toddler desperately trying to fling her leg over the top of the bars, but also one very dirty nappy tangled among the remains of her sleeping bag. Nice.

 

On that note I shall relieve you of my tales of woe. I hope I haven’t put too much of a dampner on your week, but if I have, you could always cheer yourself up by buying some bright, cheery vinyl labels from Labels4Kids – enough to chase even the dullest February clouds away.

 

By Ann-Maree Morrison

 

I must say I have also been thinking a lot about Australia with the fires near my home town.  All my family are still in Melbourne and there are some horrific reports.  It amazed me how long it took to hit the news headlines in the UK given that it is miles worse than the Ash Wednesday fires back in the 1990s and has been the worst disaster ever in Australia with over 1000 homes destroyed and over 200 dead.  A friend from France emailed to ask if everyone was ok atleast a week before it hit the headlines in Britain where we were all caught up on the snow down in England, 

 

I don’t think people in the UK can really relate to what it is like to be near such a thing as a large bushfire. I remember once as a child travelling to Geelong one evening with my dad and sister from Melbourne (the other side of Port Phillip Bay) and we were caught near a large bushfire and were turned back to Melbourne by the firefighters.  The whole sky goes black from the smoke and the heat is unbelievable. It is the scariest thing to be in the middle of the day and have the sky black as black and the smell of burning in the air and not be able to put down your windows on the car because of the smoke choking the air. The slow journey back to Melbourne was quite scary knowing the speed the fires can travel and how they can turn at any time and go the other way. 

 

I also remember the Ash Wednesday fires and being at school which has almost two hours away from the fires but even so there was ash and soot 2 inches thick on all the window sills and all over the corridors. 

 

Australians are very used to bushfires and also to arsonists finding it a thrill to light fires on high fire ban days. What is the saddest though about this one is that it has been so hot for so long and there has been a drought for 10 years now in Victoria, hardly any water in the reservoirs …and yet some nutters still decide to light a few more for fun! Very sad people and so they should be charge with murder if they ever catch them.

 

My sister emailed a sad photo of a poor koala who survived all the fires and was holding hands with a fire fighter who was feeding him water from a waterbottle to help.  One of the lucky ones with thousands of indigenous animals having been killed too.  Poor things.

 

On a positive note the Aussis will rebuild and soldier on. Aussis are very determined, so lets hope that everyone that has survived gets their homes, schools and offices back up in action very very soon. It is just so sad of all the lost personal belongings, photos, toys, you name it all in ashes.

 

On a more positive note all my friends and family are safe and the fires are getting under control for now.  Also we had a positive day here at Labels4Kids. Sarah and I managed to source a great new product for everyone and we call them press and click name tags. They are great solutions for socks and for outdoor clothing.  Name tags or name labels that have press and click fasteners to attach them to the clothing. We are even going to sell the press and click fasteners separately so you can use them with our woven sew on clothing labels as well. A big thank you to a customer who recommended we try this fantastic new idea which she says are tried and tested in the boarding school and are wonderful.

Another successful and productive day – time to put my larangitis to bed soon I think! Atleast I have a bed to go to.

February 4, 2009

Face Value

Filed under: General Chit-Chat — Tags: , , , , , — Ann-Maree @ 10:17 pm

By Heidi Soholt

I’d like to devote this week’s blog to the thorny issue of make-up.

Why ‘thorny’ you might ask yourself. Well, in my experience, make-up is a very, shall we say, sensitive, personal subject. This is mainly because it is, for most of us women, a private matter. I personally don’t like to apply it in public, preferring instead to delude myself that people think I actually wake up looking like that…. Or that I’ve simply slapped some on while running out the door. Having said that, I have perfected a 10 minute morning routine which is squeezed in between feeding the kids and doing the school run.

Even though most women I know wear it, to lesser or greater extents, putting it on does give me a mildly guilty sensation. What else could I be doing with my precious time? Am I incurably vain? This is heightened if my daughter is watching me. I know that she’s just a toddler, but what message am I instilling in her? Am I bringing her up to be an emancipated, self-confident woman – or am I teaching her that appearance matters in life? Also, what does it say about me? I like to think of myself as self-possessed and capable, but surely if I was truly happy with myself I would not feel the need to cover my face with make-up?

My love affair with it all started really young – I was only about 12 when my mum bought me some eyeshadow. I remember my dad going mad, as if make-up was taboo for someone of my tender years. I soon took to it though, and started trowelling it on daily by the time I was about 14. It was banned at my school but I think the teachers got so tired of telling me off about it that they eventually gave up and turned a blind eye to my Liza Minnelli-style eyelashes.

I loved it when I got a chance to really pile it on and transform myself from gawky schoolgirl to glamour-puss. It gave me instant confidence and somehow made me feel different to my everyday self. When I entered working life I was always immaculately made up and, to be honest, a lot of opportunities came my way because of it. I think employers, okay mostly male employers, liked the fact that I made an effort to look nice. And no, I didn’t feel patronised, I still had to prove myself beyond the made-up façade.

The whole issue has had a bit of debate in the media this week. A newspaper article by a well known fashion journalist described her attachment to wearing make-up, and how difficult it was to face the world without it. She said she felt immensely vulnerable going out bare-faced, and that she noticed a change in how people treated her – that she wasn’t taken as seriously as when she was well groomed.

There was also a discussion about the topic on Radio Two. Another respected female journo talked about the importance of making the most of yourself, even in business sectors which are traditionally male dominated. Far from giving the impression of being too feminine, she believed that make-up gave you an edge, and was part and parcel of being a professional. She said that she even wore it when she was working from home – can’t say that I live up to that one! I do know what she meant though. Applying my make-up, particularly for work, is a kind of ritual that ‘switches me on’ for the day.

So, come on girls, what do you think? I’d love to hear your views – anonymous if you like! And, of course, if you can find any time in between applying your make-up, why not have a browse through the rest of the Labels4Kids site – there’s a huge choice of easy to use iron on name tags  and vinyl labels to suit even the most high maintenance among us!

February 1, 2009

When will we be appreciated?

I heard a discussion between the presenters on BBC Breakfast the other day and Kathy Lette, the author and comedian, about when children actually appreciate their parents. Do you know it is not until the age of 25 that parents are finally appreciated for all they have done!

Well that explains it then. That is why I am not appreciated for everything I do: the x-box, yes that thingy again, is banned for a week from today, and he just does not realise it is for his own good. The little one is being forced to go to school when he hates it and he doesn’t realise it is for his own good. Mum is running herself ragged dragging them out to every class under the sun every night and of course if each kid does different classes at the same time in different parts of town is even more fun and they may not know it but one day this will be appreciated!

I feel soooo much better now….I guess if they actually realise eventually that their parents have done so much for them then we are atleast on a winner. I’m sure there are some kids out there who never realise at all and that has got to be a real shame. Atleast I do know that mine appreciate their kit being labelled as they are always asking for new colours of vinyl labels with new images on or new bag tags for their friends. Hooray for multicoloured personalised vinyl name labels…even if I am not appreciated, at least my labels are!

PS. It is now a week since I wrote this and forgot to publish it (new software trials and tribulations) and guess what?  I HAVE been appreciated for that xbox one week ban- tonight my son of 10 said “Mum, I now realise why you and dad banned me for a week from my xbox because I was on it too much and now that I haven’t had it for a week I don’t really feel like using it much. There are plenty of other things to do!” Halleluyah! There is light at the end of the tunnel after all!

A taste of freedom

Filed under: General Chit-Chat — Tags: , , — Ann-Maree @ 10:07 pm

By Heidi Soholt

I’ve spent today being pampered at a really luxurious spa.

My generous other half treated me to some spa vouchers for Christmas – his ideas for presents are definitely getting better. I used the spa day as the carrot for my month of abstaining from anything fun and, am pleased to say, it worked a treat. Knowing that I had six hours of pure indulgence coming up made all the difference on those nights when the wine bottles stacked up in our lounge seemed to be beckoning to me, and on the days when a nice bit of chocolate would have made everything so much better. What is it about chocolate and women anyway? There must be something in it that goes really well with oestrogen. I have a friend who creeps into her kitchen to snuffle up a chocolate bar every afternoon. She has to do this secretly so that her two young children don’t find out and start demanding chocolate too. Whenever she mentions her ‘habit’ she looks so guilty you’d think she was talking about hard drugs. I say, come out of the closet and be proud all you sneaky ladies out there – but then again, I guess that’s half the fun.

Anyway, back to my day. I had four – yes four – hours of treatments. They consisted of all sorts of weird and wonderful things and I now feel fully restored. The only one I really couldn’t handle was the foot treatment. Being a tad phobic about having my toes touched (I know, I know, it’s meant to be erotic and all that, but honestly, in my case, it’s about as erotic as having your teeth drilled) I was probably being a little over-confident when I booked it. The thing that made me do it though was all the yucky hard, yellowy skin that has accumulated under my big toes. When my son told me there was something “horrible” stuck to my foot, I knew the time had come. However, a few minutes into the pumicing I reached my limit for foot tolerance. Luckily, the beautician had heard of my ‘condition’ before and was quite sympathetic. Hey ho, I’ll just have to put up with my feet – I could start a new trend of wearing boots in winter.

It’s amazing how time flies when you’re just lazing about. Before I knew it I was being ushered out of the cosy treatment room and my day was practically over. I then had to do the ‘walk of shame’ through the hotel’s ultra sophisticated lobby with a face so shiny you could see me in space and a barnet full of oil. I didn’t realise that my hair could mop up quite so much oil, but then again, the head massage was worth it.

The trouble with these types of excursions though is that everything seems in such sharp contrast when you get home. I must admit that I did miss my little ones – it’s weird how you forget how tired and irritated they can make you feel, as soon as you are away from them. What I didn’t miss was mess and non-stop domestic chores, which, of course, were there to greet me as I walked through the door.

One thing that has made life easier on the domestic front however, is Labels4kids and Ann-Maree’s brilliant stick on labels – I just keep a stack of them by my ironing and use them whenever needed. Pure genius!

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