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Get Material Design UI for Chrome Today! | No Downloads

Google has planned to get Chrome its Material makeover since a year, but still, there’s nothing much that we have got and if you’re the sort of person like me who just can’t wait, here are the steps that you need to follow to get your chrome a material UI. Also, these tricks currently work only on Chrome for Windows or Chrome OS, not Mac.

 

Material Settings

This is a simple one, just enter CHROME://MD-SETTINGS in your Omnibox (Address Bar) and you gift yourself a new settings tab. As this is still a beta, you can’t use all the features like the wallpaper button  which is still inactive.

Try it and you will see this:

Address, Bookmark Bar & Downloads

To get these features, you need to manually enable the flag to get the new look. To do this, follow the steps:

Enter  CHROME://FLAGS
Find ‘ENABLE MATERIAL DESIGN DOWNLOADs’ (use Ctrl+F) and choose the enable option.

To get any flag feature activated, you’ll first need to relaunch the browser for it to take effect, but before you go that follow the next steps to save time.

Now, search & enable ‘ MATERIAL DESIGN IN THE BROWSER’S TOP CHROME ’ to get over your snoozy address and bookmark bars
Now restart the browser and get yourself a material design-dose!

Bonus:  Material PDF Viewer and Policy Page

I’m not sure you may need this, but you can simply get a material design PDF viewer and Google’s Policy Page in chrome just by enabling “MATERIAL UI FOR PDF” and “MATERIAL DESIGN POLICY PAGE” in the Chrome’s flags section (chrome://flags).

UPDATE: Now get these features too:

Material Design in the browser’s top chrome
Material Design in the rest of the browser’s native UI (Bubbles, dialogs)
Material Design User Manager
Material Design Feedback
Material Design History
Material Design extensions

Get all the new updates by simply searching
"Material" in the Flags page and enabling these
options.

I hope that we will get completely new Google Chrome soon, but until then you can use these tweaks to fulfill your zest. Did you like this new Chrome? Tell us in the comments. And don’t forget to share this with other Chrome users!

The Unfriendly Visit | A Disturbing and Emotional Short Story

It was around 3 in the morning when my wife woke me up. From her facial expressions, I knew somethings was wrong. We were still lying on the bed and she signaled me not to say anything. Just a second later, the room’s door opened and a heavily built man around 6′ high entered. He moved slowly towards the cupboard and started looking for something. I had no doubt he was a burglar when he placed his knife on the table. Soon after picking all the valuables, he left closing the door.

Meanwhile, my wife was trembling with fear. I asked her to calm down but only I know how fast my heart was beating at that time. We lived in the outermost and newly built part of the city and the cops as expected assured to be there as soon as possible which I knew wasn’t less than half an hour. I didn’t have that much time, our kids were sleeping just in the room next to ours and if they woke up he would do anythings to silent them. As I moved towards the kids’ room my brain thought of Laura, I don’t know why but her image  kept coming back to my mind. She was the most beautiful lady I have seen through my life. She was also funny smart and everything you could imagine for your dream girl to be like.

The light was already lit in their room and I could hear the low voice which I was sure to be some death threats being given to my kids. I heard some steps, maybe he was coming out, I quickly rushed behind the couch. A couple of shadows came near the door but didn’t open it fully. I was open enough for me to peek in. I saw two of them inside and one with a gun. They were debating about whether to kill the house owners or not. My heart was trying hard to come out of my chest and it almost did come to my mouth when my little one, Angeline started to cry. One of them rushed to quite her and the other was still busy in looking for something valuable. I felt that was the moment and I had to do something to save me and my family. I was always the one being bullied all my school life and had no idea how to deal with any of what was happening that moment.

A voice I think came from inside me, I felt it is a little womanish, but I rather focused on what it told me. I said that it would only take a second for them to make my kids dead. I knew that if I didn’t move now, I would regret it my whole life. And the voice was encouraging me to do something quick. I smash opened the door, the taller one of them put a gun on my daughter’s head and the just turned around to look towards me. Maybe before turning, he was looking for something to silent my children, even now he was holding a duck tape in his hand. His knife laid just above the edge of the bedside table, not more than an inch from me. And just then, something, I don’t know what maybe that voice mad me pick it up and place it on the nearest burglar’s neck. The situation was very tense now. The taller one had my daughter’s life in his hand and I had his partner, maybe someone more than a partner. I felt that way because he looked really scare with the knife around his neck. For a minute, none of us moved. I had no idea what to do next. Both my kids were looking nervously towards me as tears were on the corner of my eyes.

Though the situation was somewhat under control, I am sure I would have lost at least one of my loved one that day if the police didn’t break the silence. Hearing which the burglar nervously dropped his gun which my little lady slide towards me by her foot and even before I could pick it up, police was all over. They had failed and we were saved. A feeling of relaxation moved through my spine like never before. It was already 4 when I looked at my watch. The dim sun rays flashed on our faces and that everyday sunrise looked better to me than those in the movies. The police left soon and asked me to get to the station next day. We moved back to the house. I told my kids to wait in the dining as I moved to get Laura. It was strange that she didn’t come out of the bedroom the whole time. My kids’ bright-faced dropped on hearing what I said, a strange vibration I felt like left my body. I didn’t know what was wrong. But when I opened the bedroom’s door, I found the bed empty and lights off. Just some sunlight was coming from the not properly shut curtains that directly beamed on my wife’s photo. Written under it was Laura Benjamin 1985-2014.

She was murdered by a burglar two years ago. And she came back to save her loved ones.

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Like a Love Song by Nikita Singh | What’s wrong/right with it? |Honest Reviews

WARNING: Spoilers Ahead! Just scroll down with closed eyes to conclusion for happier reading!

I started to read this book two days ago when one of my friends recommended it to me. I’m still not sure if it was a mistake or not to pick this one over the other titles from my list. But I believe till I complete this review, both you and me will have the answer.

Plot:

The story follows a young and passionate girl, Maahi who discovers love and more in the unexpectedly intimate treasures of a baker’s hat.She has emerged from a heartbreak that left her shattered four years ago. And she s found peace and joy a career and love. But when the past comes knocking on her door her life is turned upside-down once again. Charged with emotion and romance Like a Love Song is talking the sort of love that consumes and sears and takes you over … 

About the Author:

Nikita Singh is the bestselling author of eight novels including After All This Time The Promise and Someone Like You as well as a contributing author to books in The Backbenchers series. In 2013 she received a Live India Young Achievers Award. She is currently an MFA candidate in Creative Writing at The New School in New York City.

This was my first read from her collection and I am able to see that there’s something in her work that had made her successful, but still I can feel the beginner thing in her which is good if it keeps the childishness and experimenting alive, but bad if it keeps her from solving the major problems.

What’s wrong with it?

This is the actual spoiler part and if you have already read this book, you may relate to the list of things I find wrong with #LikeALoveSong. And if you are related to writing stuff, maybe Nikita herself, then you will find out where this story lost the game of becoming a great story.

The writing style: It couldn’t keep me connected to it which also gave birth to a thought that she was writing out of her comfort zone, which is eventually good, but not right now. The style made me feel that there was a lot of repetition of stuff so I didn’t mind skipping some of the sentences.
I liked Laila’s character better than Maahi’s: Maahi who initially interested me came out to be slightly dull when Laila was around. Her character seemed more powerful, kind and eventually better than Maahi. I also feel that if the author had given Laila’s tale a space in the book, it would not only make her actions and moody, but sweet nature justified, but also maybe made her equal to her. I mean I just couldn’t figure out why she was like she was which anyhow made her more interesting than Maahi.
The Ending: I personally feel the ending being quite short, unmatched with the concept and irrational. I mean, when the whole story moved around the two things Love and Passion how can the end distort one of them so easily. Maybe Nikita could have done justice with it too just by extending the story a little bit or show something, maybe as a bonus chapter, to express the other side of the story, the Siddant’s feelings.

It’s really hard for a fan or the writer herself to read some cruel remarks about her book. But they eventually help them grow. When my first book came out, these negative remarks, though in a small amount were very powerful, dominating and left me with doubt on myself. But at the months passed by, I became thankful for those honest comments and eventually learned that they were the most important.

Sorry, I went off-topic there, let’s discuss the things that made it as good as a love song. (The Spoilers continues)

Why was it good?

Here’s the list of the things which I think made this a good book:

Great Concept: Though both topics were not new individually, but the context in which the author connected them made them feel more realistic even in the fiction world of books. It was just like the real life. I could feel the struggle to be good in the parents eyes, while trying to find and follow your passion, along maintaining the most important feeling: Love.
Short, Sweet & Enjoyable (SSE) : Though I feel that an extended version with Siddant and Laila’s tales in it would be a lot more enjoyable. The original text wasn’t the less. I find the story to be a light and sweet story, but not like a love story if you are wondering. In context to realism, it is a great try, better than all my real-life related stories till date.
Interesting Characters: I really like Nikita Singh for what she was best at in this book and also hate her a bit for the same along being jealous. She has an incredible talent to develop interesting characters which I believe everyone will love. From Sarthak, his mom and Laila to the Maahi’s boss CJ, everyone was unique and interesting in a way. But I don’t like that their individualism was not celebrated. I loved it when the story had a part where it focused on a personal life of Sarthak, Laila and Siddant, but that too was a bit short which I’m sorry about.
I also liked the thing that people here are chasing their dreams which is a quite awesome thing, right? In India, Yep it is!

Conclusion

Overall it’s a common story of a girl, fighting the world to get her own identity in the middle-class Indian Family while finding her true love.

Who should read it? I would say anyone who needs some inspiration and tips about following your passion when the society and your own parents are driving you crazy. I personally made some notes from Maahi’s dialogues which I know I will have to use sooner of later.

Did I love it? Yes, I love the most of the books I read, because I choose them wisely. But I actually thanked my friend Riya for recommending this book to me. It not only opened a girl’s viewpoint about love and career which is quite similar to the boys but also helped me learn a lot from all the characters including Kishan who told me it’s important to make time for the important people and love them for the individuality, without changing them.

Ratings: Though I find this part a formality for someone who had read my whole review, but it’s very important for quick skippers.

3.5 out of 5 stars!

Do trust me on this and read it before you read anything else from Nikita Singh to appreciate her good writing skills. And I’m sure that this story teaches you more than any other newly released romantic stories in the market focused on youth.

And before you start thinking about my negative points again, remember that maybe I could be angry about a really good story ending so soon.

Just Friends: A love story

Kristen is the one, she’s always been the one, but even after 6 years of friendship I was unable to tell her about my feelings. We spent a lot of time together, just the two of us playing video games, watching movies and doing anything and everything that two best friends would do together. “Friends”, that’s all and only name for the love that I have been hiding from her since we were 12. And now she was going far away from her parents, friends and me for her futher studies. All I knew was I still couldn’t tell her how I felt, the fear of rejection was somehow more powerful than love. It’s not only that I want to be in a relationship with her, but even sometimes other people including our mutual friends and two of her cousins had asked if we were into something and “just friends” was the pet reply of ours.

I don’t want it to be like that, but  I couldn’t help it. Anyways, she’s going that night and I just had an hour to spend with her along five of our other friends. I got to house earlier than others and she greeted me with a huge smile on her face. We had a plan to meet at her house. While waiting for the others, we sat talking about anything to everything like what we all would do when she’ll get back from New York for her holidays and we talked about the same stuff all the time, but today there was something in her eyes that failed to resist looking into them. It was like they had a story which seemed so important to be told. I thought about that a while but this thought was dismissed as soon as the rest of our group arrived. Alan had a plan to play our favorite childhood game of Hide & Seek in the adult’s level by taking it to graveyard. Kristen resisted to the idea, but when all of us forced her saying that it was the last time we were together, she got into it.

We reached the city’s biggest cemetry of Gemeny Street in Alan’s car and with a short game of Stone-Papper-Siccors, I was chosed to be the finder. I didn’t had a clue where anyone could be hiding, but I was sure Kristen was uncomfortable about the thing so she would be near the entrance. When I reached the place, I couldn’t believe my eyes, her face glew like a diamond under the bright moonlight which made me unable to take my eyes of her. With that beautiful face, loving eyes and elegant black gown she started towards me. Meanwhile, my hands started to shake and a shiver of tremble ran through my spine. At that time I realized that I couldn’t let her go just because of that fear which seemed so small now. She was everything I could ever ask, loving, caring and fun. While I thought all this, unknowlingly, my mouth uttered  “I love…”. “I knew” she said stopping me in between and we kissed.

We kissed under the moonlight and mockingly in front of an old grave. That grave had a name written on it, it said “Kristen Brown: 1994-2010”. I knew she wasn’t alive anymore, but I can’t help love.

That night, when I kept searching for her, her parents picked her up for the flight which she was going to miss if they didn’t get at the main door of graveyard. She boarded the flight which instead of landing at Airport went straight to the Heaven with flames all around. And until today, I was searching for her with a regret in my heart of not telling her how much she meant for me and not reading that she had the same feelings for me written in her diary that she always used to forget at my home, now I know, knowingly. After these many years, I confessed her my heart, but we can’t be together now. We could have been if earlier I was brave enough to tell her that Kristen was the one.

Kristen died on 22 May 2010 and Frank is living in an asyllum getting a treatment for her mental disorder. He was lucky because he had the chance to express his feelings to his soulmate, but also unlucky because he never really expressed them. They will remain “just friends” for the rest of Frank’s life though none of them wanted this to be that way.

Are you hiding your feelings from someone? Or are you having trouble telling them the truth? Tell me in the comments and we’ll solve your problem together.

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This Dead Lady has Something for all the Living People to Learn!

Heather McManamy  wanted to share something about life with the world that she did with the help of her loving husband Jeff McManamy. So here are the original words of Heather (R.I.P) that have a lesson for everyone alive:





So…I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is, apparently, I’m dead. Good news, if you’re reading this, is that you are most definitely not (unless they have wifi in the afterlife). Yes, this sucks. It sucks beyond words, but I’m just so damn glad I lived a life so full of love, joy and amazing friends. I am lucky to honestly say that I have zero regrets and I spent every ounce of energy I had living life to the fullest. I love you all and thank you for this awesome life.

Whatever religion brings you comfort, I am happy that you have that. However, respect that we are not religious. Please, please, please do not tell Brianna that I am in heaven. In her mind, that means that I chose to be somewhere else and left her. In reality, I did everything I could to be here with her, as there is nowhere, NOWHERE, I would rather be than with her and Jeff. Please don’t confuse her and let her think for one second that is not true. Because, I am not in heaven. I’m here. But no longer in the crappy body that turned against me. My energy, my love, my laughter, those incredible memories, it’s all here with you. Please don’t think of me with pity or sadness. Smile, knowing that we had a blast together and that time was AMAZING. I fucking hate making people sad. More than anything, I love making people laugh and smile, so please, rather than dwelling on the tragic Terms of Endearment end of my story, laugh at the memories we made and the fun we had. Please tell Brianna stories, so she knows how much I love her and how proud of her I will always be (and make me sound waaay cooler than I am). Because I love nothing more than being her mommy. Nothing. Every moment with her was a happiness I couldn’t even imagine until she came crashing into our world.

And don’t say I lost to cancer. Because cancer may have taken almost everything from me, but it never took my love or my hope or my joy. It wasn’t a “battle” it was just life, which is often brutally random and unfair, and that’s simply how it goes sometimes. I didn’t lose, dammit. The way I lived for years with cancer is something I consider a pretty big victory. Please remember that.

Most importantly, I was unbelievably lucky to spend over a decade with the love of my life and my best friend, Jeff. True love and soulmates do exist. Every day was full of hilarity and love with Jeff by my side. He is genuinely the best husband in the universe. Through all my cancer crap, he never wavered when so many people would want to run. Even on the worst days you could imagine, we found a way to laugh together. I love him more than life itself and I truly believe that a love like that is so special it will live forever. Time is the most precious thing in this world and to have shared my life for so long with Jeff is something I am incredibly grateful for. I love you, Jeff. I believe that the awesomeness that is Brianna is our love brought to life, which is pretty beautiful. It absolutely breaks my heart to have to say goodbye. If it’s half as sad for you as it is for me, it breaks my heart over again because the last thing I ever want to do is make you sad. I hope that with time, you can think of me and smile and laugh, because, holy shit did we have a breathtaking life. Go google Physicist’s Eulogy and know that it is a scientific fact I will always be with you both in some way. I know that if you just stop and look hard enough, I’ll be with there (in as non-creepy a way possible). You’re my world and I loved every second we had together more than words.

Friends, I love you all and thank you for the most wonderfully awe-inspiring life. And thank you to all of my amazing doctors and nurses who have taken such incredible care of me. I don’t doubt that my team gave me every possible good day that they could. From the bottom of my heart, I wish all my friends long, healthy lives and I hope you can experience the same appreciation for the gift of each day that I did. If you go to my funeral, please run up a bar tab that would make me proud. Heck, blast “Keg on My Coffin” and dance on the bar for me (because there had better be a dance party at some point). Celebrate the beauty of life with a kickass party because you know that’s what I want and I believe that in a weird way, I will find a way to be there too (you know how much I hate missing out on fun). I look forward to haunting each one of you, so this isn’t so much a goodbye as it is see you later Please do me a favor and take a few minutes each day to acknowledge the fragile adventure that is this crazy life. Don’t ever forget: every day matters.







So, what was in it for you? Tell me in the comments below and to know more about her, you may visit Heather McManamy and this article was a tribute to not only her but everyone who’s fighting to live a life that’s worth living. May she rest in peace.

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Living for the future | This can help you tackle all your excuses!

What is your biggest excuse for not doing the thing you are doing right now? Keep that excuse in mind because today I will try and fight that excuse. No matter how big or important not doing that thing feels but when you will get the results, you will see that the story wasn’t what you thought it to be.

Some of the most common excuses have the common backbone which is the though that it don’t matter for me or in other words, the thing isn’t worth for me now. So does this happens when you sit to study, work or do whatever seems important? If yes, you’re very lucky because you can tackle it easily by finding the reason you have to do it. The reason which is bigger, more powerful than all your excuses.

Remember: you are doing not doing your job, study or struggle for your friends, son, daughter, parents, wife or even for the present you, but for the future self, who would thank you or get angry at you for the actions you take today and more for the action that you won’t take today.

It’s your decision, you can either work really hard and make him proud and thankful for his younger self or you can just let your excuses take away his everything and leave him pitying, disgraced and disappointed from you.

Keep in mind that “The only tomorrow you have is the one that you create today” and start at the moment to make your 22, 35, 50 or 80 years old self, thankful to you.

Love! Live! Inspire!

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Why most of us are living a boring life? | Here’s what can prevent you from it!

We all have that one dream life which we, most of us never get a chance to live. There are people who don’t like to sit for a short period of time but are stuck in desk jobs. There are people who have a gift of writing, singing, dancing or creating art but keep it limited to their personal spaces. There are people who want to go out and explore the world but never step out of their houses. So, what is holding them back? It’s something we call fear.

Fear is the power which gives us a lot of excuses for not leaving the boring life. Here’s the list of things that come to our minds when we try to fight the situation along with their solutions.

What will the people say?

The people whose opinions get you worried are those mostly who either you don’t know or don’t care about. So there’s no smartness in giving them any attention. They will judge you anyway, but won’t be able to stop you if you are determined enough. And many will hate you because they are too afraid to take the decision you took.

What about my friends and family?

This is one thought that always comes to my mind when I am thinking of my dream world trip. So, let’s face it! If your friends don’t support you in living an interesting life, they simply don’t deserve to be a part of it. Your family can always understand, they are just worried about you and once you prove them that your decision is right, they will support you. (Tell me if you failed to convince them, I will help)

I can’t afford that life!

The Money will always make its way to you if you deserve it and are working hard for it. Here, you are not being asked to live carelessly but to live doing things you love. Also, if you are earning good amount you can always make your life co-op with your dreams. And if you are not earning good and are still stuck in a boring job then I am sorry to say this, but the hell is wrong with you!

What if I failed?

Well, not one can ever fail to live until he lives a life which isn’t worth living. When you’re enjoying your existence, you don’t need any more.

Also, it’s not about just jumping off your chair & changing your whole living, but you must have to start with small changes. You can start now by leaving what you are doing right now and using this time to perform the task you are good at or interested in like sketching. The other thing, the bigger thing you may do is to fire your arrogant boss (if you have any).Finally, if you continue living a boring life there isn’t anything wrong with it. You will just make your way to the people with #1 most common deathbed regret. Who don’t want a life of stories on which an interesting book can be written?

Here’s your best option to start your anti-boring life (Click on the image to open registration page):

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Dear Satan, I am sorry for you! | Read to know why

Dear Satan,

You are one of the most iconic people around the globe, as famous as the god, but largely as a figure of death to hate or to be afraid of. In the movie of humanity, you are the heartless and cruelest villain of all. We actually don’t know anything about you, but I wish we do.

According to my viewpoint, every evil person has a story of struggle which can prove him or her kind, after telling that and doing some acts of greater kindness he/she can be equally good as anyone, but you. You are the icon; the metaphor for the evil who even after millions of good acts can never be good again (if you ever were). We, writers, dramatists and poets have created such a strong stereotypes about you in people’s minds that they won’t accept you as good. We never know or even imagined you as good. Unlike other evils, you never got and I know, you will never get a chance to be good.

That’s what I am sorry about. Forgive me Satan for not breaking my prejudice.

   -The Odd One

I may never know if Satan will read it or not, but just like the Hitler article, this is a reminder for you all that how important is it to break our preconceptions, our stereotypes and our prejudices. You may never have imagined Satan as such a humiliated figure before, as someone who never got equal chances in our society and was doomed to be hated due to his image as described by writers and scholars.

This was just one such stereotype you have never thought of breaking, what are the others? Let’s discuss in the comments below. Don’t forget to like, share & subscribe for more stuff like this. And follow us on Facebook to keep yourself updated by all our work.

Is Your Idea Worth Challenging?

What makes an Idea great? Is it its uniqueness, its practicality or its power? According to me, the greatness of an Idea can be measured by the challenges it has to overcome. In other words, an idea isn’t good if no one want to challenge it.

And people (smart people) only challenge those ideas which have something in them. The only ideas that are challenged are the ones which can create the history of the future. The idea that was once thought about 30 years ago by a patient of Dyslexia (learning disorder) about a box of wires that can accompany us in most of our daily tasks sounded way stupid to people and was challenged, of course a hundred times by a million people, but created history when overcoming these challenges, this idea gave birth to first ever Mac computer launched by the Dyslexic man, Steve Jobs.

Actually, these challenges are designed to help our ideas to improve & develop. They are like our reminders for the minor parts that our ideas need to run but are missing them. An idea’s existence depends on 3 main ingredients i.e. passion, hard work and opposition. 2 of these (hard work and passion) automatically increase when we try to reduce the third one.

This whole challenge thing may work perfectly, but we don’t have many examples in real life to prove it. The reason behind this is the lack of braveness and power of acceptance. We need to be brave enough to accept a criticism, examine it and then learn from it. But we do exactly opposite, we choose to deny every criticism, curse it and run from it. This needs to be stopped right now only then the good ideas can survive.

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Why freedom of choice is important for an artist?

“Don’t bound yourself with a Topic”

I just received a fan-mail last night asking me to write about laughter which reminded me on my school teachers who used to give their students a topic and ask them to write about it. Though they liked my work, but I always felt like they lacked something. Now, I realize that it was the inspiration that they lacked. I always wrote them using my creativity, knowledge and imagination, but nothing ever inspired me to write them, I was somewhat bound to write. From this I understood the real difference between creating art and just writing. I learnt this when I finally stopped writing about just a topic (i.e. gaming & tech) in my blogs, books and articles and started writing the things that wished to be written about. Also, this can be the reason for which the idea of Theory of Mankind came to my mind.

We all have things and topics that aren’t bound to a limit of one group but varied fields that inspire us to give something an existence. To give birth is to create art. And it’s not about ignoring the topics that you are given like laughter you never know what it has for you until you give it a chance. Just like this article which was supposed to be titled as “Why to laugh when you are mad or sad?” but lead me to write about this.

Learn why you need to stop finding a reason to do things that are important!

This freedom of topics or the freedom to learn from topics which feel out of syllabus is what makes you a true learner and moves you to the state of being a master artist, the state of being brave enough to be crazy.

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