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Ghost of Memories
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A MODERN DRAMA

Invoking the intense fledgling feelings of romance, love and compassion as the opening act of the novel "Ghost of Memories" brings to the fore emotions that are abundant during the teenage years.

Melissa and Tomasz are the "Romeo and Juliet" of their day but the sad parting of the ways see Tomasz embark upon university life.

The door opens for sinister behaviour to occur at the hands of her wretched parents, James and Geraldine Richards.

Follow the full force of depravity played out on the innocent teenagers, Melissa and her sister Sandra. Find solace at the retribution taken to ensure foul play will never again be committed by the evil perpertrators.

Feel the despair as Sean is imprisoned, Michelle is abandoned and Melissa traces her uncertain future with her new partner, the artful Dario Mndez.

Observe the tale unfold as Tony de Gea is coerced into a plot hatched by Sean to wreck revenge on his one time friend, Dario.

Read how Melissa becomes disillusioned as time passes with her husband and of the fortuitious meeting with her past love, Tomasz. Can the sands of time be reversed or is it too late for Dario to make amends and atone his wrongdoings?

Track the authors story until the final part of this incredible novel to discover if the book is just a story ...or if it is his own true life?

Enthralling from start to finish!
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Release dateJun 24, 2013
ISBN9781481798167
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    Ghost of Memories - DAVID MENDOZA

    © 2013 by David Mendoza. All rights reserved.

    No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

    Published by AuthorHouse 06/17/2013

    ISBN: 978-1-4817-9815-0 (sc)

    ISBN: 978-1-4817-9816-7 (e)

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    Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

    Contents

    BOOK ONE

    THE ADOLESCENT YEARS.

    Chapter One Melissa, The Teenager.

    Chapter Two The Introduction.

    Chapter Three The Sister’s Parting.

    Chapter Four Sandra And Tomasz Meet.

    Chapter Five Expelled Pupils Arrive.

    Chapter Six Dario And Sean.

    Chapter Seven Mendy And Sean.

    Chapter Eight An Evening Out.

    Chapter Nine Natural And Unnatural Awakenings

    Chapter Ten The Persuader Persuades.

    Chapter Eleven James And The Innocent.

    Chapter Twelve Melissa’s Call To Sandra.

    Chapter Thirteen Escape From Hell.

    Chapter Fourteen Melissa Tells Michelle Her Tale.

    Chapter Fifteen Absence From School Explained.

    Chapter Sixteen Her Saviour Appears.

    Chapter Seventeen Mendy Talks To Sean.

    Chapter Eighteen Dishevelled Melissa.

    Chapter Nineteen Mendy’s Impetuous Plan.

    Chapter Twenty The Deed Is Done.

    Chapter Twenty-One Melissa Wakens At Mendy’s.

    Chapter Twenty-Two The Murder Discovered.

    Chapter Twenty-Three Sean Is Arrested.

    Chapter Twenty-Four The Interrogations.

    Chapter Twenty-Five Michelle At The Kelly’s.

    Chapter Twenty-Six To The Station They Go.

    Chapter Twenty-Seven Michelle Returns Home.

    Chapter Twenty-Eight Melissa’s Statement.

    Chapter Twenty-Nine The Seven Meet.

    Chapter Thirty The Farce Ends.

    Chapter Thirty-One Mr Anstey’s Farewell.

    Chapter Thirty-Two To The Studio.

    Chapter Thirty-Three The Richards Funeral

    Chapter Thirty-Four Counsel Visits Sean.

    Chapter Thirty-Five The Trial And Subsequent Time.

    BOOK TWO

    THE ADULT YEARS.

    Chapter One Sean’s New Beginning.

    Chapter Two A Short Confession.

    Chapter Three Sean’s Plan Begins.

    Chapter Four The Writing Begins.

    Chapter Five Tony’s Return.

    Chapter Six The First Draft.

    Chapter Seven Sean Opens his Heart.

    Chapter Eight Sean Continues His Tale.

    Chapter Nine Sean’s Plan Is Revealed.

    Chapter Ten Tony Returns From Holiday.

    Chapter Eleven Tony’s Book.

    BOOK THREE

    THE SCENE IS SET.

    Chapter One Mendy, The Man Awakens.

    Chapter Two Mendy, The Travelling Man.

    Chapter Three Back To Work.

    Chapter Four Mendy Intervenes At Last.

    Chapter Five Mendy Begins Reading.

    Chapter Six Mendy Calls Dario.

    Chapter Seven Liquid Lunch.

    Chapter Eight Blustering At Home.

    Chapter Nine Mendy And Melissa Celebrate.

    Chapter Ten Remembering And Recounting The Past.

    Chapter Eleven Melissa’s Deepening Distress.

    Chapter Twelve Melissa Meets Her Past Love.

    Chapter Thirteen The Lovers Talk.

    Chapter Fourteen Journey To The Past.

    Chapter Fifteen Tomasz Makes His Reply.

    Chapter Sixteen Monday At The Office.

    Chapter Seventeen Mendy Meets Méndez The Author

    Chapter Eighteen The Deal Is Sealed.

    Chapter Nineteen Snaring Mendy.

    Chapter Twenty Confusion Reigns.

    Chapter Twenty-One The Hospital Patient.

    Chapter Twenty-Two Bad News Is Broken.

    Chapter Twenty-Three Tony Explains The ‘Set-up’.

    Chapter Twenty-Four Injured Mendy Goes Home.

    Chapter Twenty-Five A Man Ponders Alone.

    Chapter Twenty-Six Sandra’s Visit.

    Chapter Twenty-Seven Torn Hearts.

    Chapter Twenty-Eight The Uncertainty.

    Chapter Twenty-Nine Melissa Returns To Mendy.

    Chapter Thirty The Post.

    Chapter Thirty-One Mendy Returns To Work.

    Chapter Thirty-Two The Appointment Is Made.

    Chapter Thirty-Three The Second Meeting with Dario the Author.

    Chapter Thirty-Four Tony De Gea Informs Sean.

    Chapter Thirty-Five Mendy’s Invitation.

    Chapter Thirty-Six The Office Gathering.

    Chapter Thirty-Seven Mendy At The Police Station.

    Chapter Thirty-Eight Mendy Calls Melissa.

    Chapter Thirty-Nine Melissa And Mendy Talk.

    Chapter Forty Siobhan Informs Sean. Sean Informs Tony.

    Chapter Forty-One Demise.

    Chapter Forty-Two Seed Of Love

    Chapter Forty-Three Sean Kelly And Dario Méndez.

    Chapter Forty-Four The Friends Final Farewell.

    Chapter Forty-Five Sean And Tony de Gea—And Old Acquaintances.

    Chapter Forty-Six Mother And Sister.

    Chapter Forty-Seven Melissa And Tomasz.

    Chapter Forty-Eight After The Funeral

    Chapter Forty-Nine Revelations.

    Chapter Fifty The End… ?

    BOOK FOUR

    THE END

    Chapter One Life At The Grodinski’s.

    Chapter Two Susan Richmond

    Chapter Three The True End.

    BOOK ONE

    THE ADOLESCENT YEARS.

    Chapter One

    Melissa, The Teenager.

    At fifteen years of age, Melissa had . . . the Earth and everything that’s in it, at her disposal. The younger and prettier of two sisters, her clear complexion, slightly pouting lips and cute dimples, made her the darling of her year (and the rest of the school!)

    Her hair was dark, worn shorter to the back than the sides which extenuated the length of her slender neck. Her small nose was shaped to a blunted point and with her high cheek bones and somewhat of a slant to her dark green eyes she resembled an Egyptian goddess. Her demure on display away from home was that of exuberance—she oozed confidence—but hiding behind closed doors her home life was very different.

    Her father, James Richards, was a tall, thin, domineering autocratic headmaster, not at her school thankfully but nevertheless he treated her as if she were. She was seen as a naughty schoolchild chastised in the same manner as he would for any pupil in his school. Her mother, Geraldine, was slightly less overpowering—she was head of the English department at the same teaching establishment as her husband, Rothfield High School. It could be said she followed her mother for looks slightly but for very little else, her father for even less.

    Rothies, as it was known locally, had a reputation of being a much disciplined school as run by Mr Richards. Corporal punishment was a common place occurrence rather than an exception. Many parents believed in the school—although some were rather concerned about certain members of staff and their peculiarities.

    The attitude leaning towards exuberance was not on show by her older sister who was an outright academic. Her studies took precedence over everything.

    ‘Why can’t you be more like Sandra? She’s such a wonderful, clever girl.’ was a typical parental, continually unfair comparison made between the two, with Sandra always in ascendency over Melissa.

    Sandra was a powerfully built girl, almost masculine in appearance and slightly chubby. Her puppy-fat face made her eyes appear half closed and the flush to her cheeks gave the look that she had just run a mile. Her dark hair, though not greasy, would have suited her if it were longer, washed and styled in up-to-date fashion.

    Melissa was a bright child but she also enjoyed a fun lifestyle. This fun attitude to life by a child was scored upon by two very stern adults. Both mother and father subconsciously found negative feedback a faithful method of controlling the playful girl—always ‘Don’t!’ ‘No you’re not allowed!’ and ‘You can’t!’ never, ‘Okay, give it a try!’ or ‘let’s see how you get on, if…’

    Melissa had had a couple of boyfriend’s before meeting the seventeen-year old Tomasz Grodinski. The earlier few were hardly worth noting as boyfriends, rather, they were friends who also just happened to be boys. There is a world of difference in a slightly changed phrase.

    Even as a fifteen year old with Tomasz, Melissa had feelings that were new to her—Love! Not the kind that is thrown at pop stars, abandoned at the wink of an eye but that which would normally be taken on by an older head.

    Love was hardly expressed in her home. There were few words used to convey those emotions, unlike in Tomasz’s. His parents were an expression-able couple and being the only child, their affection cascaded in abundance towards him—and with Melissa as his steady girlfriend, similar affections were relayed to her also.

    It was as much this newness of feeling, which had never been shown to her, that brought her the same feeling that she could bestow on another.

    She loved spending her time at his home, the special warmth of appreciation that came her way while she was there made her acknowledge just what parentage should be about.

    The coldness of her home was not a welcoming taint. She had always known her sister, Sandra, was treated with more fondness than her—it was something she had learned to live with. At times she was thankful that that was the way. Her father sometimes appeared unnaturally affectionate towards Sandra.

    A cringe would pass through Melissa when he would insist on a goodnight kiss from the two girls—the kiss had to be planted on his lips! It was certainly not to her liking, she never conferred with Sandra whether it was to hers.

    Melissa, because of her demeanour, and as already mentioned, was one of the most popular girls at school. It was not an act she carried, she was naturally an extremely happy, vivacious girl, brought more into the open because of the unhappy closet she was forced into while at home.

    She had been seeing Tomasz for four or five months before mentioning him to her parents. Melissa knew they wanted her to follow the chastity route that Sandra had (supposedly) chosen—career not boys but Melissa was not Sandra. She could see no reason why both could or should not happen.

    Candid remarks to her parents, James and Geraldine were used as a channel to break the ice. A chance arose just as she was about to phone her friend before setting off to school one morning. With the receiver in hand but the number still to be dialled, in the reflection of the bureau glass doors she saw her mother sneaking into the room—checking up on her. Melissa used this opportunity to impress her with the qualities Tomasz possessed.

    ‘. . . yes, yes, I know, that Tomasz is a really helpful boy. He only had to explain quadratic equations to me once and I understood it easily—I’m sure he would make a wonderful teacher. Yes, it’s a shame he’s off to university soon… Mm mm yes, oh, he’s helped you too has he? On the construct of Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment, what… and the comparable between…’ at that critical point she pretended she had only just noticed her mother enter the room. ‘Oh sorry mother, did you want to use the phone?’

    ‘No, no. You carry on there.’ Geraldine answered.

    Continuing her pretend conversation with her friend, she finished with ‘. . . okay then Michelle, I’ll see you later—Byeee!’ the receiver was replaced in its cradle and she rose to leave the room.

    After the supposed call ended Geraldine said, ‘Sorry Melissa dear,’ she always said dear when she wanted information, ‘I couldn’t help but overhear, who was that boy Thomas you were talking about?’

    Casually replying, Melissa said, ‘Oh, Tomasz? Well… he’s a really pleasant lad. I know his Grandparents came from Poland a long time ago and that he was born in England… Tomasz is Polish for Thomas you know!’ she added as a point of interest, ‘and you’d think that as Head Boy he might be a bit of a big-head but he’s not, he’s so down to earth and likeable, probably the most intellectual pupil there! He helps me out sometimes when we’re both in the library studying at the same time—hee hee!’ she giggled childishly, ‘I wonder if he’s got a soft spot for me!’

    Hearing of his pleasing nature Geraldine said, ‘Well if he has and if he is as nice as you… and your friend appear to find him, you would at least have somebody who would be helpful to you, more so than…’ leaving Melissa to fill in the name which was unmistakably on her mother’s tongue.

    Geraldine was not altogether keen on Michelle, her mother Marion was much too easy going on her own daughter for Geraldine’s liking, too soft by half! Geraldine and James would rather a strong, studious type be her best friend instead. Maybe with this Tomasz lad helping her, he could be the very catalyst needed for her to settle down in earnest study—he may even be able to assist her to gain better passes in her chosen subjects. No chances were left out in the open to waste where the Richards were concerned.

    Chapter Two

    The Introduction.

    The evening came around and Melissa made a casual remark at tea-time as the four Richards were sitting at the dining table.

    ‘You know that Tomasz don’t you Sandra?’

    James and Geraldine listened surreptitiously. Geraldine had mentioned to James of this young lad—he was far from keen on his daughter forming a relationship so young even after hearing of his sublime qualities.

    ‘Oh, you mean that Polish lad, the Head Boy, Tomasz Grodinski. Yes, he’s in his last year now isn’t he? He’s off to Uni. I think. He’s a really nice guy; I’ve spoken to him a few times. He’s one of those helpful types, you know, nothing is too much trouble for him. He’s helped me a few times when I’ve got stuck with a question or something.’

    Sandra already knew of her friendship with Tomasz, a fact that Melissa was unaware of. She had not spoken to her mother or father of this, having good reason for her younger sister to keep to a steady boyfriend—even at such young ages they were.

    The endorsement by Sandra carried all the weight which Melissa had hoped for.

    ‘Why do you ask?’ Sandra questioned, anticipating the reason would meet her wish.

    ‘Oh it’s just that he’s been really helpful to me as well when I’ve been studying in the library at dinner times. I told mother of him this morning. I just wondered if he is as nice as he seems.’

    ‘He’s better!’ came an immediate assertive confirmation. There were a couple of minutes of quiet while they continued eating interrupted only by the chinking of silver cutlery on fine bone china plates.

    Melissa tilted her head to one side and looked slightly downwards simultaneously and said quietly to Sandra, knowing her parents were listening intently.

    ‘I… I think he wants to ask me out… he… he was talking to me today but he seemed so shy. Normally he’s confident—not a bragger—just self-assured…’ Turning to her mother and father she asked, ‘If her were to ask me out, would you mind?’

    Melissa was very clever. Sandra, the apple of James eye, had given full approval to Tomasz and left the parents with no room for manoeuvre.

    ‘Well of course not, of course not.’ James assented rapidly. ‘Sandra has already said of his fine standing. Bring the young man round so we can meet him—most favourable course of action eh?’

    The condition was set, Melissa merely had to act, she was happy for her reasons, Sandra was happy for hers.

    Awake bright and early, and ready for another day at school, with a spring in her step on her way to school Melissa met Tomasz outside the school gates just minutes before their study day began. She was all smiles, more so than usual.

    ‘You look happy sweetheart, why the extra cheery grin?’ asked Tomasz.

    ‘Oh, just a little bit of special good news, that’s all—I’ll tell you all about it later on.’ A quick peck of a kiss was planted on his lips as they parted for their day ahead.

    Light hearted and gay all day, Melissa was walking on air. No longer having to sneak round to Tomasz’s home, pretending she was somewhere else, she could hardly wait for their romance to be known and accepted by her parents as much as it already was by his.

    Their hand-in-hand walk home from school was punctuated by Tomasz asking his girl, ‘Okay Lissy, I know you’re bursting to tell me… so… what is it?’

    ‘Well! You know I’ve never liked all that sneaking around we’ve had to do. You know how my parents would react if they found out about you and me, so I sort of brought the subject up yesterday… and Sandra, well she had some really good things to say about you, and as they only take notice of her—never me—I sort of said I thought you might have wanted to ask me out but you seemed a bit shy.’

    ‘You cheeky devil! I’m not blooming shy!’ Tomasz jokingly admonished her. ‘. . . and yes, I have helped your sister out in her studies a few times, I might even have let slip how much I do like you…’

    ‘I know you’re not shy really but it made my little plan work all the better. Just make sure you don’t blurt out we’re already seeing each other—or I’ll be in for it!’ she said.

    Tomasz had already mentioned to Sandra that he had already been out on a few dates with her sister but as she had not even told Melissa she knew, he was certain she would not have told Mr and Mrs Richards either. He was slightly puzzled why Sandra had not spoken to Melissa about their friendship but made no comment to his beloved.

    The following evening, after the arrangement was made, Melissa introduced Tomasz to her parents.

    Although this was not the Victorian era, Mr and Mrs Richards—James and Geraldine—was still a very conservative couple. There was a formal approach needed at this introduction, though the couple were both mere teenagers.

    Melissa led him into the study to meet her parents. She knocked brightly and walked in beside her boyfriend.

    ‘Father, mother, may I introduce Tomasz.’ She held his right hand in her left hand and coaxed his hand to her father’s for the acquaintance to be formalised.

    ‘So, young Tomasz,’ James said as a firm handshake was accomplished, ‘I understand you are of Polish descent.’

    The confirmation already supplied to him by his wife and daughter was the icing on the cake, James had a good knowledge of most things and a name such as Tomasz Grodinski rings true of Polish heritage.

    ‘Yes, my grandfather had to flee Poland when the Russians…’ he was about to explain in more depth but James Richards had no need to hear more.

    ‘Yes, yes, those Russians eh! Who do they think they are?’ James stated in disgust at the invasion of Poland by the Russians. ‘So Tomasz, I shall get straight to the point, I see no reason to beat about the bush. What are your intentions for my daughter and for your future eh?’

    This direct question may have made a lesser teenager wilt by the force with which it was delivered but this lad was no ordinary teenager. He was mature in mind—that of a grown man.

    ‘Well, Mr Richards, sir, . . . Mrs Richards,’ he said, turning to each parent in turn, ‘similar to your elder daughter Sandra who will be off to University no doubt in less than a couple of years, I shall be off to University soon. I hope to take Engineering, maybe Civil Engineering.’

    James and Geraldine exchanged a discerning glance which was immediately picked up by the young man and furthered his address with, ‘I know it’s not a glamorous subject such as Medicine, as I believe Sandra wishes to take, or the Arts but it underpins society in general. It allows all other constructs of society to exist and to operate. Engineers put into practice the theory of science.’

    James was impressed by this assured oration as Tomasz continued.

    ‘Without physical structures where would we live, where would we study? Without structures how would we travel, how would we arrive at our destination, how could we build a destination? Without structures there is no destination to arrive at…’

    The address given would have had any academic understanding that even Socrates and Plato needed a structure for their discourses to be heard. University is the requisite composition for this.

    He had not finished his lecture, continuing, ‘Once I have my degree I intend to spend time in industry to gain my masters to qualify as a professional engineer, most likely moving away to some far off land developing constructions for the benefit of some destitute nation—I hope. I also hope that your daughter Melissa will still be by my side at that time.’

    Mr James Richards was impressed by this seventeen year old lad.

    ‘All very grand Tomasz, a noble young man like you should go far.’ James wished him well and gave his consent to allow his youngest daughter to be seen with him.

    He and Geraldine both felt that Sandra may have been more worthy of Tomasz’s affection but young love follows its own course.

    Melissa simply loved Tomasz for being him.

    The year ahead for the couple felt like it lasted a lifetime. The two lovers were always in each other’s company and each other’s arms. They planned their wedding together, they planned their life together, they planned their family together… at that age, their unquenchable love for each other was their life.

    It was a torrid time during the closing days of their final school summer holidays together. As the last few weeks passed, unbeknown to her parents, they made regular excursions to a quaint country pub, The Orange Tree. From the secluded window seat, time drifted away taking in the panoramic views across the valley park.

    The landlord was lenient about their ages, knowing that only soft drinks were being consumed made his task easier.

    The locals became accustomed to seeing the young lovers, keeping vacant the secluded seat, watching them gazing sadly into each other’s eyes or casting their view on the vista of the beautiful valley waiting for the inevitable to happen. In this, the regulars could empathise—they too had travelled similar paths in their youth.

    There were upsets that torment young couples at the final parting. The uncertainties of who would wait for whom was a source of irk. It was not lack of trust in either themselves or each other—it was simply the finality of an age of innocence.

    Growing up is a difficult path to traverse.

    Chapter Three

    The Sister’s Parting.

    Months of the first year had passed while Tomasz studied without relent during that time (the lost year) at Imperial College, London.

    James, Geraldine and Sandra were sitting in the study reading while Melissa was supposed to be busy with her reports when from over the top of his reading glasses James noticed that she was closing her books and putting away her folders.

    ‘Now, Melissa, you must get your priorities in order just as Tomasz did and just as Sandra is doing now. It’s study, study, study, play, study, study, study! Do you see?’ her father said, as it appeared to him that she was preparing herself for an evening out. ‘And that is why she is off to University and then to greater things. Isn’t that right Sandra?’

    ‘Oh yes father, I can hardly wait to get out of… to get there!’ Sandra exclaimed with an aspect of relief.

    Smiles were exchanged between parents and one child at least.

    ‘I do understand father… but I need a break from studying all the time. It gets so depressing without Tomasz here, otherwise I’d…’ Melissa tried to explain.

    ‘Stuff and nonsense! Sandra has no such problems studying and neither will you!’ her mother, Geraldine asserted, insisted almost, ‘So, let’s see you spend a few more hours at your desk this evening. He will still be there waiting for you.’ She threw the comment into the conversation with the assurance that parents dish out to their offspring, not believing or expecting it to be true for one moment.

    There was no gain to be had arguing the point. She had been beaten down on this element on many occasions and knew from the outset she would lose. Her allocation of time, enjoying an evening out with friends was at an end. Her books were left closed as she stood up.

    ‘And just where do you think you’re off to now young lady? Your mother just told you…’ James said, scolding his daughter.

    ‘For goodness sake father…’ a tear formed, ‘I’m just going to the lavatory.’ Melissa said dejectedly.

    ‘Well…’ James felt he should but could not apologise—it was not in his nature—how could it be, he was always right, ‘. . . don’t be all night about it.’

    Sandra arose and left the room at the same time.

    ‘Melissa… Melissa,’ Sandra said in a whisper, ‘here, come in here a minute, please.’ She beckoned Melissa into the drawing room, looked furtively all round and asked, ‘Do you know why I’ve studied so hard?’

    ‘Because you’re a creep… Ohhhh, sorry Sandra, I didn’t mean to say that, it’s just that they always say how great and wonderful you are. I don’t want to feel like that towards you but it’s…’

    Melissa was very unhappy right now. Months had passed without the other half of her young life by her side and it was eating away at her. The hurt, missing her soul mate was a heavy cross to bear.

    Sandra said, ‘It’s because of him!’ the him she was talking of was obviously their father. ‘Don’t let him near you! He’s going to get some shit once I leave this bloody house! Find yourself a friend you can move in with as soon as you can once I’ve gone and let me know!’ Sandra’s podgy face was contorted in anger. ‘If he tries it on one more time before I leave here I swear I’ll kill that fucking creep! I’ll put a knife right through his evil heart.’

    Melissa stared vacantly as if in dream. Her goody two-shoes sister had never even spoken out of turn, let alone use the F word—and about her father… !

    ‘When I was eight… eight… for fucks sake!’ she started. ‘A cuddle here, a touch there… his groping fingers. I didn’t know what it meant… and that woman is as bad… worse, Smile at your daddy… as she stood there taking pictures! I hope they both go to hell! "If you don’t like it

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