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The Man on the Metro

He didn't look like my dad, not at all, really. He had a full head of white curly hair, no beard or mustache and a completely different style of glasses.

But he was reading a Kindle.

The older kind, like the one I bought for my dad before he got seriously sick but when he was already not well. He needed extra large-print books — hard to find at the library, my mom said, at least the ones he wanted — and even the act of holding up a large heavy hardcover was getting hard on his wrists and hands. So I bought him a Kindle. He was reading it the last time I saw him, or at least the last time I really saw him, before the final sudden and rapid decline. 

The Metro was crowded and I had to lean away from the people standing in the aisle lest I wanted a messenger bag to the face. I glanced over at his Kindle and noticed he also had the text set fairly large. I didn't intend to be nosy but I immediately recognized what he was reading:

Act I, Scene I: Elsinore. A platform before the Castle.

"Hamlet!" I blurted out. 

He looked up, a little startled, then smiled. He hadn't read it in years, but had recently seen a production of it at the Folger Theatre downtown and decided to give it another go. He asked if I'd read much Shakespeare.

I explained that my father had taught Shakespeare for many, many years. So yes. 

"He passed away last year," I added, then paused to silently check my math. Last year? The year before? It feels like forever ago, most days. 

We continued chatting about this and that. Kindles are great, love that you can get the classics for free, etc. He asked if I'd followed in my dad's footsteps and I explained that while I wasn't a teacher, I'd minored in English and was now a writer. 

"Just online," I clarified. A weird compulsion, something I've done ever since a conversation I had with my dad in which he expressed his disappointment that I was wasting my "talents" on the little "web site thing" instead of focusing on getting published for real.

He apologized for that later, admitting that he didn't understand what I was doing at the time. He probably went on to tell me how proud he was of me and my writing accomplishments at least a dozen times, but still. "Just" online. A verbal tic that stuck.

He asked about my children's ages, and if any of them had inherited the knack for English and writing. I immediately boasted about Noah's book about the Scary Teacher from the Black Lagoon, a Frankenstein's monster type villain who frightens his students before being ultimately defeated by a single karate punch. 

I suddenly realized I was openly using this poor man as a stand-in, having a conversation with a surrogate PopPop and expecting a total stranger to be proud of my kid and the funny little book he wrote — but he WROTE it! he's WRITING! he's READING! he's just doing so GREAT, Dad, GREAT! if you could only SEE! — and was seized with a weird sort of panic when I realized we were at our stop. 

It was also his stop. He got up and left the train car. He immediately vanished into the crowd on the platform and I never saw him again.

I started choking back the sobs while still on the escalator. Jason was momentarily confused and then surmised that I'd been reminded of my dad, though I couldn't even dare explain the actual crazy thoughts rushing through my head at that moment — I wanted that man to come back. I wanted to talk to him some more. I wanted him to say goodbye to me. He should at least have said goodbye to me. Instead he just. Got up. And left. He left me. 

Come back. Come back!

He's not coming back. 

I know this. I knew this. But apparently I had to re-learn it on Friday night, through hours of ugly, raw sobbing until I had no tears left, but the grief kept rising and crashing, hitting me harder than even the night I got the phone call. I'd been expecting that phone call. 

I didn't expect to meet a nice older man on the Metro, reading Hamlet on his Kindle.

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I didn't expect it to hurt this much, still. 



I almost never comment but I had to this time because oof, my heart. I know.


It's amazing, the impact one person can have on us, even when they have no idea that they've done it.


I still see "my dad" in many things that remind me of him. It gets better, but it never goes away completely. (()) Hugs to you.

Cynthia@Talking to Toddlers

Don't you just wish they'd come back? I lost a dear friend 10 years ago, and it's sad cause I miss her so much and I know that no matter where I go and no matter how much I want it, I won't see her again.


Oh my - I totally get it. I've had moments in places where I've had my breath taken away because I could have sworn someone was my mom. She died almost 5 years ago after a short battle with pancreatic cancer and I still have moments where I go to pick up the phone to talk to call her. I keep expecting to "get over it", but some things just change your heart forever I think.

not supergirl

Oh Amy, I'm so sorry. I find myself wanting to relay all the details of my own battle with grief, but I don't imaging that'll be helpful to you. Just know that you're not alone, neither am I, and based solely on the fact that other people are still walking around after losing their family members, I guess we're safe to assume we'll be OK. Someday. Or maybe just most days. Being OK most days would be great, I guess.
I know that feeling of doing OK for a bit, knowing but not dwelling, and then feeling suckerpunched out of nowhere with the reality. And I'm so sorry that you also know that feeling. Hang in there. Your dad leaves a beautiful legacy in you and your family.


Yeah, that's the part that stinks most. The not coming back part. I still think, five years later "I should tell Laura (my sister) this story/send her this link/call her up" but no.

And my dog died a week ago. I keep thinking "I have to get home because she's waiting..."



ugh! sending you love and kisses, arms wrapped around you in a big hug. loss is so hard, and just when you think you've got a handle on it, you get knocked sideways. wishing your soul peace today.

Melissa S

I lost my 51 year-old mother suddenly a little over a year ago, and each day is still as raw as the day before. I had something similar to this happen to me a few months ago and it devastated me at the time. I didn't talk to her, but it still hurts all the same. I can only hope it gets better with time.

Kim D

Yeah. Everything you said. Everything you did. Yeah.


Dude. I know. Sometimes it's a punch in the gut. I followed a man around in the grocery store once because he looked kind of like my dad. I was greedily drinking him in, pretending it was really, really him. It was jarring to come back to the present after that. Almost five years ago now. I can't believe it's been that long since I saw my daddy.


I know. I know. Is there a club for daughters of lost fathers? We know.

That's the kicker about grief. It shows up and kicks you in the gut when you least expect it, when your rational brain says that you should be FINE now, when you think you're just living your life. Then there it is. There he is. And there you are, sobbing and confused and wrecked.

It does get better. But even so, it means you've never forgotten.

Never forget him.

Claire H.

Thank you for sharing, I'm so sorry for your pain and loss. I'm still shocked at the pain I feel when something stirs a certain memory of my dad, who passed a few years ago. Your words articulate what I never could. Wishing you peace and comfort.


So true. It has been almost twenty (20!) years since my father died and I am still shocked whenever I get hit with a wave of sadness. The birth of my son was tough, and I expect other big milestones will continue to always bring at least a pang. There is a certain comfort in it, though. It shows how people live on.


So sorry...I've learned sometimes something that is temporarily cathartic ends up causing more pain in the long run. How wonderful that your dad has left his legacy in you and Noah.


{{{{hugs}}}} that's so hard.

My dad died 7 years ago and every one in a while I'll see someone who reminds me of him and I have to stop myself from staring and willing him to BE my dad. Like some crazy movie where maybe he faked his death and he's still out there somewhere. (it's nutso, I know...)

and thank you for writing this. your timing eerily perfect. this past weekend I took my two little boys on vacation to a place my dad always took my sisters and I. the memories of him are so strong there and every place I look there reminds me of him. my boys never met my dad, but in taking them to the places he loved best, I'm hoping they'll get a sense of him.

Ashley @ It's Fitting

Gah... Amy.

It's so hard... and I don't think it ever gets easier and that scares me to death. Maybe... maybe it just dulls a little bit, the hurt and the pain, but it's always just THERE. I'm sorry :-( *hugs*


Nice piece but I have to admit I cringed at the melodrama of having Instagrammed a self portrait in which you are crying. You're better than that.


I rarely comment also, but I felt compelled to because your post hit me with its truth. I had tears in my eyes in the middle of a coffeeshop. Thanks for sharing this.

Kari Perry

((((HUGS)))) to you and this tough ride in "the after". That's what I call this time after losing my dad to cancer. It's been 4 years for me and I STILL want to run to him first to tell him any news I have or just to hear him laugh again. Some days it doesn't sting too badly other days it feels like a kick in the gut. Often, after a really good cry a funny thought will come to mind and I think that's Dad telling me it's ok. I hope that you find your smile soon.


Beautifully written. Like many commenters before me, everytime I see a tall/white haired/glassses/greatest generation type man...there's my Dad...sort of.

And it is a gut punch anytime I smell Jean Nate on a little old lady........that one still takes my breath away and brings tears. Hugs to you.


My dad died 17 years ago, but still there are days when I am struck my the urge to call him for a chat and then I remember that I just....can't. It's tough. I'm sorry. I truly am.

Momo Fali

I hate those moments when you think you're moving along fine and something hits you square in the soul. I usually find that they happened because I NEEDED a reminder, but not always and those are the times it hurts most. Love to you. Just love.


Ugh, that must have been so hard. Sending good thoughts your way.


This might sound strange, but this post comes at a perfect time for me. My dad passed away 6 months ago today, and I'm still feeling like he is just off on vacation or something. We weren't close, but I worked for him, so i saw him most days...
I'm both glad and sorry you met that man on the Metro, as those experiences are always bittersweet. I hope that soon you won't feel the overwhelming grief...or that you are near a cocktail the next time you do. :)


So powerful, so raw. Your writing is incredible. I'm so sorry for your loss, I wish I could come over there and give you a huge hug.


shit. I knew I should not read this at work. I'm crying for you. I'm crying for what it will be like for me when it happens. I'm just crying. At work.
Great post.


I got pregnant after a lot of trying and found your blog because of your pregnancy countdown. Your Baby Ike is a week older than my Haleigh. I also followed through your fathers cancer and my birthday is March 28 th and I cried I'm sure with a lot of other people for you when your father passed. I'm so sorry you are hurting, I can't even imagine. Just know a lot of people care for you even if we can't be there to give you a hug!!!


It's a sad Monday on the internet. This is the second post I've read that made me cry.


I've never met you in person, Amy but because of this blog, I feel like a I know you, at least a little bit. And my heart is aching for you. Sending virtual hugs across the internet.


I'm so sorry.


I am so sorry hun. That was so hard and sucked for you! Sending hugs and comfort your way!


Ugh, with the tears. at the airport no less. You are an AMAZING writer - even if it is "Just" online. Been reading you since before Noah was born. THANK YOU for writing. And I'm sure your Dad sees all the awesome progress Noah, and all your boys, are making, and is smiling down and is hugely proud.


Amy, I'm so sorry. I can only imagine how hard it is.


Sometimes the reminders are happy. Sometimes they completely suck like that did for you. I hope the hard days get to be not so hard. It'll be two years in 6 weeks for me and they haven't yet......


I know. I've been there and have been blindsided by it, too. It doesn't ever really get easier. It just becomes another part of you; something you live with. I am so sorry you are hurting.


...and now I will be calling my dad tonight for sure. Grief is such a bitch.

Michelle Smiles

As I said (likely inappropriately), on Instagram, sorry and I can relate. I was in a sushi restaurant having lunch by myself. A man came in and sat down a few tables away (place was empty). I looked up and he reminded me so much of my dad (who passed away 5 1/2 yrs ago) that it took my breath away. I cried all through my lunch. I snapped a photo of him and texted it to my sister. I seriously considered and had to talk myself out of several time jut walking over to his table and asking if I could sit down and talk to him. I wanted to tell him about my children (who my dad never got to meet) and just have a conversation with him. I knew how insane this was but it was so hard not to act on it. I just wanted to pretend for a little bit that I was a girl who had a daddy again. Oh I'm crying. Crap. (I swear I am sane most of the time.)




My dad died a dozen years ago, and it still hurts. I'd give anything just to be able to show him his grandchildren just once. Or to talk to him and get some answers to the questions that have haunted me since his death.

I'm so sorry. I wish I could tell you the pain goes away, but I would be lying.


Oh honey. {{{{{HUGS}}}}}


Give yourself credit for allowing your emotions to process bearing in mind completing the process takes time. Hang in there....there's a reason the saying "time heals all wounds" is so popular; while this particular wound might not ever fully heal, at least it will improve.


Oh dang, that hurt. Now I'm crying for you and your dad and me and my dad, too.



I still get my Dad's mail, which I had forwarded to me so I could close out all his accounts.

Years ago I gave him a subscription to Archaeology Magazine. I still get envelopes from them that say, "Jim Seger, we want you back!" And I think, "No shit. Get in line, Archaeology Magazine."


I've never commented before, so here goes......Feel grateful for those waves of sadness. Feel grateful for the weirdness of desperately wanting a complete stranger to be a stand-in for your dad, if only for a little while. Feel grateful for the pain of missing someone so powerfully....still. Because it means that you had a dad that loved you and was involved in your life and loved your little boys and was just there. My dad disappeared from my life when I was 18. And died a few years ago when I was 38. I hadn't seen or talked to him in 20 years even though he lived pretty close to me most of that time. I found out he died from an email from my cousin....and when I read it, I felt nothing. Just kind of like...."huh, I don't have a dad anymore". I would give a lot to have the pain you still feel, because it would mean that my dad loved me and was there, instead of how it actually worked out. So go ahead and miss your dad, but also be grateful for that grief. Don't push yourself to get past it.


Oh, my heart. I lost my dad just before you lost yours, and sometimes those waves of hurt seem to hit us both at the same time. You know what's weird, though? This post gives me comfort. You had a moment there, you got to brag about your dad and brag about your kids *to* your dad, it's all out there in the universe now and somehow that makes him seem closer to you. It hurts like a motherfucker, but he's close to you today. Sometimes it's cathartic to just just dive in to that river of hurt and swim around for a while.


Isabel @alphamom

Oh, Amy. I'm so sorry. Many fierce hugs.


I'm so sorry Amy, and I sgree with so many that said the pain means you had something so special. I don't really miss my mom at all. And my dad had alzheimers, so he wasn't really there at the end which was weird and hard. I had my sobbing one time when I caught out of the corner of my eye and old man mowing on a tractor. Full on tears driving to football. Hugs for you.


I am sobbing with you. I just want to hug you.. but that would be just as weird right? I mean, total stranger and all.. but I care! You write, so, so beautifully, you have a true talent. Said it before, you WOULD be published if you tried. If you wanted... not sure if you want to. Not because internet is "just online".. I read EVERY post! I check my feed every day! I look forward to reading them.. you are an excellent writer... beautiful person. Just wanted to express that, sorry for being kinda werid that way.

Donna P

I lost my dad many years ago.
My mom is gone too.
It still hurts. It will always hurt.


ARGH. I am so sorry. This went straight to my heart. That's the thing about grief--it comes in waves like that and it's SO hard. I find I do this same thing to grandpa-like characters that I meet, too, because I lost both of mine pretty young.


Oh my goodness, this post and this thread. Virtual hugs to everyone, because I am so sorry.

I saw your Instagram the other day, too, and I cried a bit. I lost my grandpa when I was nine, just when I was beginning to really know him. I STILL get choked-up if I see a man who looks like him, and it's been 20 years.

Lara S.

I lost my best friend in 2007 to lymphoma and for months after I swear I would see him in the crowds or walking past me in the market or driving by on the freeway. I decided what was really happening, was my loved one was "passing through" to check in. It happened all of the time at first, but now it's very infrequent - as if he has moved on in his afterlife and I have moved forward in letting him go. I love when I see someone with his mannerisms or when I get that familiar "feeling" because I know he's checking in - for both of our sakes. Maybe your dad was checking in, Amy. I hope so. :)


I cried so hard reading this. For me this is the season, it was October for my dad. Watching the leaves change and feeling the cooler weather reminds me of those last times. I know everyone has different beliefs, but for me, I have to believe that he knows my daughter (whom he never met) and knows how we are and what we are doing. Sometimes that is the only thing that gets me through. Thinking of you.


I lost my parents last year....and know exactly what you're going through. I think of these moments as stealth grief...they sneak up on you, when you least expect it (or are least prepared) and hit like a sledgehammer. All you can do it let yourself ride the emotion, express those tears and allow the wave to wash over you. It's all part of the process. A year ago, I didn't think I'd feel better, but my year-older self appreciates the passage of time and distance.

((HUGS)) Grieving hard means you loved well. And were very well loved.


Thank you for sharing this story. I'm sure it was difficult to write, but it's so full of honesty. I know he can't come back to you physically, but your dad is with you every day. I just know it.


I'm hugging you right now. Through the interwebs. Also, stop making me cry...but if you have to go ahead.



alberta grandma

I believe change meetings are not by chance, please just accept it as a message from your dad. He is with you when you need him and he knows


It's the unexpected things that hurt the worst. It's eight years since my mom passed. I'll be in the mall, see something she'd love, and grab my phone to call her to see if I should pick it up... and just stop, because. Because.


amy, i'm so sorry. am still so sorry. i lost my dad unexpectedly in june and am feeling so lost. grieving sucks doesn't it? i'm pretty sure my dad would say - chin up but man is it hard.


Here's the thing - You're awesome. You're one hell of a snappy writer and a bang-up momma. You gotta know that, alright?

But yeah - go a little bonkers and talk to surrogates. Why not? Cling to what you can as long as the clinging doesn't out number the living. I talk to my dad (gone nearly 5 years now) when I'm gardening. Bill Murray reminds me SO MUCH of my dad that I watch his movies a lot and feel like I just had family time with my old man. So much so that I've written so many in-mah-head letters to Bill that if I executed on my fantastic Perez Hilton may have another celebrity stalking case to talk about. For reals.

Nancy R

At the risk of sounding crazy....I SO think that was your Dad checking in with you.

Rachel N.

I feel you.

Bozoette Mary

It happens when it happens and it hurts for as long as it hurts. I was watching Long Island Medium, of all things, when I felt a gut punch of longing for my mom.

Lori McBride

Crying with you. (((((((hugs))))))


I totally agree with Nancy R. I think our loved ones have ways of staying in touch.

I had a dream one night, about 3 months after I lost my parents and in my dream, the phone rang. I picked it up, said Hello? And my Dad was talking to me AS IF he were right there. We had a lovely converstaion. He sounded so incredibly happy to hear from me and said my Mom was sending her love. I woke up sobbing, but had such comfort in that phone call.

Sue C

I feel your pain immensely. I lost my dad about 18 months ago and my mom this last Friday. Bless your heart.

Plano Mom

Yeah, I know. It truly sucks. I promise next time it might still suck this much, but maybe not for so long. Or the other way around. Either way, it gets better.


Oh honey... I have a post written but not published about me crying, no, sobbing, because a man in the waiting room at gymnastics had arms and mannerisms that reminded me of my grandfather who passed away 20 years ago. The grief can be just as vivid as it was in the past if not worse only because we realize just how brief life is. I am sorry you had to go through it on the subway... I am sorry any of us have to go through such tragic losses...




Thanks for sharing. I have also lost my father, and I struggle with my grief. It's healthy to give in to in, let it wash over you and not run away from it. Only took me a bout of serious depression and a lot of therapy to figure that one out. I need reminding sometimes.


Oh, Amy. I just lost my Grandpa this summer, and this hit me right in the heart.


I had a similar experience last year....watched a man who looked a little similar to my dad walk in the local bar we were having a drink at. His facial expressions and mannerisms were so strongly reminiscent of my father that I literally had to leave early because waves of tears were overcoming me at out of nowhere. It was almost as if I could feel him in the room but couldn't have the full experience of having dad there watching our favorite game together. I didn't even get to talk to this man and could not overcome the sadness of missing dad. Hugs to you.


We lost my father in law the same day you lost your dad. The exact same day- and it shook me how I read your blog and my father in law was taken at the same day your dad was taken.

We are losing my dad right now, and cancer is attempting to take all of my son's grandparents away. It kills me. I had a dream last night that my dad was able to eat again and gained weight and looked normal again.

I'm so sorry.


Oh, Amy. I'm sorry. There is not much more to say. Just sorry. I wish you peace through your grief.

Sarah L.

My dad just died on Saturday. I've been afraid to lose him for a while. I think you and I had a similar relationship with our dads. my dad was my biggest admirer and one of my best friends. I know this will happen to me - that I will see him unexpectedly. sigh. my heart goes out to you b/c I'm there in that moment right now myself.


Some days are easier then the rest and some days are just impossible, that is the motto I have come to know.I understand exactly what u r going through and the awful feelings of just wanting someone, anyone to take the awful pain away for just a little bit. I hope it helps to know that ur not alone :)


Hugs and tears for you, dear Amy.


We lost a loved one 6 years ago and it still hurts. We were just talking about it a few days ago and how much it just sucks. And how permanent death is. Seems like a no-brainer, but still.

This was beautifully written and I cried with you. P.S. Maybe a disclaimer next time?

Maxine Dangerous



I am so sorry for your loss and that your heart was broken all over again. Your dad would be so very proud of your writing, and this entry in particular. It perfectly captured your pain and made me feel it too.


Thank you for sharing. Your writing is beautiful. This entry made me cry. Peace to you.


I'm so sorry, Amy. That's the thing about grief: It doesn't care where you are when it decides to make you its bitch. I was in the middle of a shopping mall during Christmas rush when I saw her, and my heart leapt with joy. I followed her through the crowd, desperate to catch up to her. I reached out and touched her gently on the sleeve, and said her name. "Carolyn". She turned to look at me, and something in my face must have told her, must have let her understand, because she took my hand and said, "I'm so sorry, dear." The realization hit me right between the eyes: Nope, not Carolyn. Not ever again. Fool. I should have known that. I stood there in the middle of the crowd and wailed. I couldn't have stopped even if I had wanted to. It wasn't the first time. Won't be the last. And that's the hell of it.


Prayers and love and community in the midst of grief that catches us unaware.


Grace i small gets better.


I didn't expect the old lady with a ring just like my grandmother's, about six months after Grandma died. I hadn't thought about that encounter in a long time...


Oh little one. I am so sorry.


Freakin' grief ninjas. You just never know when they are going to strike. Dammit. Sending you peace.


Oh, you described this so well, I can feel your pain. Hugs. You are a strong woman and your father lives on through you and your beautiful boys.


So sorry that you had to go through the feeling of losing your dad again...but thank you for sharing it. I'm sure your dad was very proud of you, your writing, your boys...everything. You have a wonderful gift in writing--I can't count how many times you have made me cry (esp. stories of your dad), laugh, and be proud of your little boys for their accomplishments. Little boys I don't know at all except for through your blog. ((amalah))


I rarely comment but I couldn't not this time b/c I totally get it - it will be 3 yrs in Nov. since I lost my dad and try as I may to compartmentalize my emotions, and sweep them under the rug, I'll be damned if they don't sneak up on me now & then, just like they did you and's a big bag of suck.



Your dad and my mom passed away, in hospice, about three weeks apart. Before then and since then, you've said things so well and so right. They just stick with me.

This is one of those posts. It feels like so long ago, spring of 2011, but the hurt is still right at the surface, which is why I'm sobbing in my cube right now.

Or why I sobbed when I heard "Hey Jude" on the radio the other day (and I never listen to the Oldies station).

Or that damn Google Chrome commercial with the dad and the daughter away at college ("Thanks for helping me unpack," "Mom would've done it better.")... Well, I have to change the channel or I'm a hot mess on the couch every single time.

Anyway, I know. And personally, I think the tears are good.


I still say my dad died last year, even though it has been close to three years. Sometimes I feel guilty that I don't remember the date my dad or my brother passed. Aren't you supposed to remember big dates? I don't think my brain can handle it.

I was watching Castle last night and the scene where Castle says good bye to his daughter as she leaves for college made me tear up. All I could think was, he's such a good, loving dad and I miss having one of those.

My dad saw me off to college and he walked me down the aisle. He'll never see me have kids and I'm sad he didn't get to see me start a career and buy a house. You know, doing grown up stuffs. Look Dad! You raised a functioning adult! Nice job!

Logically, parents are supposed to die before their kids. It is the natural order of how the world is supposed to turn, I tell myself. Yet, I still feel too young to have lost my dad. Despite being "an adult" when my dad passed away, I still feel...robbed. Just plain robbed.

I still can't cry about any of it. Not a good cry anyway. Can I pretend you shed a tear or two on my behalf?


I'm so sorry.

Corey Feldman

Very touching post. I never forget how long it has been since my passed. It was the day my youngest son was born. 3 1/2 years ago. I wish I could say it get's easier. It does on some level, but there are always reminders that occasionally bring me to tears.

Suzy Q



I'm so very sorry.


I am you. My Dad was killed November 11 2010 and I ugly cried this past Sunday while making Thanksgiving dinner (Canadian). You feel okay and go thru your days and then bam. It all comes back. I wish I could tell you it got better. Sending hugs.


My sympathies to you.

My own husband died (of cancer) 6 yrs ago, when my daughter was 8. This weekend, she was a bridesmaid in her cousin's wedding. And I spent a large part of the wedding reception in the ladies'room, holding my daughter while she sobbed her heart out, following my niece's "daddy-daughter" dance. I realized that there is nothing I could do or say to make it better. So I just agreed that "it really sucks" and held her till she was cried out. But my fear is that the hurt will never lessen. Cancer sucks.

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