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Karen is Furious She Can't USE OUR RESTROOM! | Reddit Stories

Karen demanded I move from my table at the restaurant so she could sit there with her son. She then complained to the manager to the point where he had to call the cops on her. Once they arrived she still refused to cooperate, which resulted in Karen getting arrested! Subscribe for more reddit podcast stories.
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00:38 Karen Demands my Table, Gets Arrested!
04:07 AITA for leaving Thanksgiving Dinner?
06:33 Maternity Wear
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Now for every thumbs up this video, kids, one Karen does not get to restart the HOA. But I want to control what other people do on their property. So please smash that like button and subscribe and turn on notifications for new stories from Reddit every single day. Karen is furious that she can't use our restroom. I work in a pet supply store in a large strip mall type area. For safety issues, our restrooms are for employee use only, locked with a keypad. This change happened the first week I started working there, so I never really asked any questions about it. We are literally a 30-second walk to several other stores that do have public restrooms. Me. Hi. Is there anything you need help with? Customer. I've been driving all day, and I really need to use the restroom. She put extra emphasis on the "all day" part, and I could tell that she already knew our restrooms are not public, but she was trying to make me feel bad for her. Me. Oh, I'm sorry, we don't have public restrooms, but insert closest store name. Right next door does awkward silence for a moment. Me. Is there anything else I can help you with? Karen. Where's the cat food? Me. The next few aisles in that direction are all cat food. The next half hour includes her grabbing a single bag of cat food, and then proceeding to walk around and have the exact same conversation with all of my coworkers, every single one. She's yelling about how she's been driving all day, and needs a restroom immediately. Interesting. You could have gone 20 minutes ago to the one next door. She comes back to the aisle I'm working on, and me enters around a bit. Me. Is there something else I can help you with? Karen. What I need help with is that I've been driving all day to get stuff from your store, and I just need to use the restroom. She had a very common brand of cat food in her hand that she could have found in most grocery stores. Me. I'm so sorry, there's nothing I can do about that. She storms off yelling over the fact that she's spending money, so she should get to use our restroom. She's not the first one that's angry either. Common responses I get include, "Seriously? Are you kidding me?" Or the classic eye roll. This happens at least twice a week. What's so special about our specific restroom that makes you need to use it? I'm just following the rules, I'd literally get in trouble if I let you use the restroom. You want to be kept up to date on your son's behavior? No problem. I teach, have done so for the past 13 years now. Most parents are just fine. They care for and love their kids, and treat me and my colleagues with respect. You have the occasional parent you don't see because they don't care, the helicopter or curling parent, and the parent who doesn't believe they're raising evil offspring. The latter is the one I had the misfortune of dealing with for two years. I was mentor of 20 kids in the first two years of secondary school. It has its ups and downs with the biggest up that you knew every fiber of every kid, and two years of relative heck if you had kids who were a nightmare. Kids started secondary school with me as a mentor. They started out alright, there were some minor things that were normal for teenagers trying to fit in. It all started after the Christmas holidays of that first year. Nothing special happened, it's like a switch just flipped inside this kid. Bullying classmates and other students, pushing around, being extremely disruptive in class, cursing at the teachers, grabbing things up to the point we suspected he stole things from teachers and students alike, but lack of security care was where a problem. Mom and Dad were invited many times, school counselor and my boss sat in on many of these conversations. Mother denied that her son didn't do such things. We didn't get any further, but had no grounds on expelling the son. Summer break came and due to the fact that a lot of things went missing, cameras were set up. Classes started in year two, and first day he let me know he was there and had changed, for the worse. We had five calls with mom in that first week alone. Mom was invited once more, and then she was surprised that I was the only teacher complaining. Like what the heck lady, did you not listen that multiple teachers complained through me and that I told you multiple times what they said to you? No, no, no. She demanded that she got a call or email from the teachers herself if her son did do anything. And I quote, "But I highly doubt that since I know my son wouldn't ever do the things you said." Fuming at this point, I said I would talk to my colleagues, cue the malicious compliance. Mommy wanted a call or email from the teacher who saw her son doing or saying things he shouldn't. You ask and we get it. Kid was being such a jerk by now, he was well known throughout the whole school. So in the next school-wide meeting, I told her demand. Some frowns here and there, but then I sighed, eyes glistening. Little Grinn started to come along with the evil laughter of teachers. By this time, the kid had set a record in the digital student entry system, 20 entries a day from him alone. It all started the next day. Kid came onto school property, walked up to a classmate, and started insulting him and his mother, who was sick. Two teachers heard and saw him do that, so two teachers sent an email to Mommy Dearest. Three periods of lessons with a variety of terrible behavior. Three emails were sent yet again. During first break, Kid threw a bin through the canteen. Three teachers and the custodian saw it. Four emails about that. Then the custodian emailed again, telling her that he refused to clean up after him and threw a chair before leaving. Another five periods for that day, with six teachers, science had two teachers. So you guessed it, six emails and three phone calls to Mommy Dearest. So on average, Mommy got 15 emails a day from the teachers alone. I had the immense pleasure to call or email every day to give her a recap. Every email was sent with a "red notification", so every email Mommy had to click on that message every single time. After two weeks, Mommy called and the conversation went like this, "Mom, yeah, I saw the emails. This is getting a bit much now. Me, is it?" But the last time we spoke here at school, you demanded that every teacher and every worker at school would call and/or send you an email about the goings-on of Kid. We are simply adhering by your request to be kept up to date and that you'll hear from my colleagues personally, "Mom, you can stop now, me. Unfortunately, we can't. Since Kid does all these things, it's our duty to keep parents up to date on what their kid does at school. Also, you requested it and we don't want you to get upset by not knowing what's going on with your kid. Mom, this is getting out of hand. Me. Is it? I don't think so. My colleagues even said they like it so much that you are such an involved parent and that you like to hear from them. Thank you for that. By now, click. This went on for another eight weeks. Mom called or emailed a couple times a week and got the same response for me and the other teachers and personnel. It went like this until Kid messed up on a big scale. While we were busy getting all kinds of help around Kid, he finally bombed every chance to stay at our school. Kid decided that shouting and insulting and wishing the worst possible diseases upon my colleagues and myself weren't enough anymore. When I wanted to talk to him yet again about his behavior, he picked up a chair and decided to get me with it. And full view of the class, a colleague and the cameras. Kid was tackled and pinned down by classmates, colleagues called the cops who have their lovely station across the street, got the kids off of them, and I managed to get away with no broken bones, but some big bruises. School file charges for me. A fun part is that I got to sit with mommy, dearest and dad, and even then she tried to deny that her son would do such a thing until she and dad got to see the footage. The look on their faces was priceless. I wish I had the permission to record it so that I could watch it time and time again with his soda and some popcorn. Kid was expelled, got some hefty community service and a fine, normal here, got a juvenile record as well. To answer a likely question, where was dad in all this? Dad was apparently kept in the dark about what kid did. The emails were sent to a shared email account, but since email on phones wasn't a thing back then, he never saw the emails as she hid them. Dad divorced mom as apparently she has been spending a lot of lives about a lot of things. The part? Dad felt so sorry for what his son had done that he sent care packages for all personnel at the school. Best part? We didn't have to deal with kid or mom ever again. We got his brother though and we continued the emails and calls with dad to tell him what a wonderful kid the boy was. ETA. I'm getting a lot of crap that I did nothing to help this kid. I left out what I did as this is malicious compliance. I talked with a school counselor, therapists and even the authorities. We had our suspicions about his behavior. I just had my degree for three years and I know this sudden change is a huge red flag. There was an investigation and it was concluded that there was no reason for further action. The only thing mom kept saying was "my son wouldn't do that, he isn't like that". Did she know something? Maybe. I talked with this kid, treated him fair and honest, tried to see what was going on, referred him to people who he could turn to, who although they are mandated reporters have confidentiality clause meaning I don't hear anything he doesn't want me to know. They went to talk to him, he just told them to buzz off. School administration had my back and helped me where they could. I jumped through every hoop possible just to see how and if I could help him. So please cut me some slack. I did what I could and I still wonder if I could have done something more. To get certain help you need a paper trail. One part is that parents know about the issue. We may have gone far, but we didn't want that mom to say that we didn't contact her in any form. He was a good kid, he just did wrong things and there was no stopping him. He had a mother who defended his every action. I just hope that he has a decent life now, a healthy life with happiness in it. When evil mama bear tried to restart the HOA, now the neighborhood my mother's house is in had an HOA that was disbanded in the early 90s for the pretty stereotypical reasons. Corrupt leaders, misappropriation of funds, etc. I really don't have many details on it since I was very little when it went down. But my mother had apparently been openly aiming for a seat on the HOA council for years, so she was really sore when the HOA was gone because she could no longer run for a position. Fast forward to 1999. Evil mama bear had been trying to quote the old HOA covenants to the neighborhood for years and insisted that the rules and regulations set forth when the HOA was active should still be abided by. Literally no one wanted to listen to her. Some my mother started putting flyers around the neighborhood that detailed she was restarting the HOA without their approval and would be its first new president. The neighbors ended up in an uproar over this and showed up to her public meeting. And there she was verbally ripped the shreds as nearly every single homeowner in the neighborhood not only denied their support of another HOA but also made it clear to her what she was trying to do was not legal. My mother was incensed by this and no surprise she didn't even have my father's support which was something she had initially been counting on. But he refused from the onset of her scheme and when the neighborhood all refused to recreate the HOA, Evil mama bear went off on my dad for not being supportive of her. Whether she gaslighted herself into nearly being out of breath, my dad told her she was just looking for a way to lord over the neighborhood and he had never supported that. She tried to argue with him some more but he just ended the conversation and walked away. Somehow that still didn't stop my mother though. She went and contacted a sleazy lawyer about trying to get the HOA running again without the support of the residents. Her hope was that there was some sort of law that could reactivate the HOA on different grounds. The lawyer went through all of the old HOA documents and state laws over a couple of days and told my mother there was nothing that could be done as it was not enforceable and that without the consent and signed support of enough people in the neighborhood there was no way to legally restart the HOA. Then proceeded to bill Evil mama bear for the time he spent looking through all of that. Since my mother hired the sleazy lawyer herself under the table she had to pay him but she hated paying anyone for anything because she was so cheap. Now an important fact of note was that my dad hadn't trusted Evil mama bear with his money for years and no longer kept joint bank accounts with her and she had no way to access his money so she filed for a new credit card using his name and then used said credit card to pay the lawyer instead. My dad noticed a new credit card statement in his name pretty fast and nearly filed for fraud when my mother came clean out of fear. He demanded she pay off the credit card and then have said credit card deactivated. My mother didn't want to but he threatened to call the fraud department of his bank on her. I still remember hearing the argument where she tried to claim that he couldn't do that because they were married and everything that was his was also hers and that meant she could do what she did and he'd still have to pay. Dad called BS on that and said he'd contest the charges and get the card removed from his name which would have left my mother in serious legal trouble for fraud and debt collection and so Evil mama bear begrudgingly paid off the money she owed and my dad cut the card to little pieces with scissors. My mother had the money to pay the lawyer all along. She just preferred to keep her cash and put any expenses she could on my father but he always stopped her and she had tried to pull the shared assets logic because they were married though that ended when they divorced. Evil mama bear still spent the next few years trying to quote the HOA covenants to neighbors but she was always dismissed or laughed at every single time she tried. A few people started referring to her as President Wannabe. To this day no HOA has formed in the neighborhood again and even if one did they had never voted in Evil mama bear. I can only imagine what would happen if she tried to pull this crap in Texas after she moves there. Edit. I've had a few people messaging me that the lawyer I spoke of in this story that my mother went to wasn't sleazy just by association with my mother and just did what normal lawyers do. Well he was known by reputation to overcharge people and my own lawyer told me some time ago that he had first hand experience with a sleazy lawyer because he knew him in person. The guy would intentionally take longer than needed to do anything so he could charge more time from clients. That among other shady things he did bit him in the butt some years ago and he shut down his office. Am I the jerk for shutting down access to my property and lakefront? Background. I recently purchased several acres of wooded property, a good portion of which juts out into a rather large lake. My little peninsula gives me some great lakefront. There's a small strip of beach, a dock, and a few boat slips. Because of the woods surrounding the lake, I'm the only lot for several miles that has access to the water without going bushwhacking through the trees. Apparently over the years, my neighbors have gotten used to taking their boats down my driveway to launch, or going and spending time on the beach. I'm Victoria Cash and I want to invite you to a place called Lucky Land where you can play over a hundred social casino style games for free for your chance to redeem some serious prizes. So what are you waiting for? The best way to discover your luck is to spin. So go to LuckyLandSlots.com, that's LuckyLandSlots.com, and get lucky today. At Lucky Land. No purchase necessary, VGW Group, void we're prohibited by law, 18 plus terms and conditions apply. I bought the place over the holidays and just recently moved in at the beginning of the summer. And before anyone introduced themselves to me, I was met with a regular stream of traffic cutting through my lot to the water. At first, I thought it was because I purchased the property and didn't move in right away. But everyone just assumed the house and land was vacant and could take advantage until that changed. So I started walking out when I saw people and let them know that I lived there now, and also making a point to make it obvious the house was lived in. Not much changed, so I got blunt and started asking people directly not to trespass on the property. I wish I could say my direct approach solved the problem, but people would still trek right through. I put up a fence and put up a sign stating "private property" as well as a sign letting folks know that my dogs were on the property. Once I put the fence up, I started allowing them, the dogs, to roam the property and didn't want any trouble. Unfortunately, my neighbors took the fence and the dogs, despite the fact I own the dogs well before moving to this lot as an act of aggression. I had a neighbor come to my door and literally yell at me because my dogs barked at her kids when they tried to pull their raft up onto my beach. That same neighbor advised me that my lot has always been the neighborhood entrance to the lake. Apparently, a number of the neighbors built the fire pit and put the tables and rocks and park-like features out there. In chatting with a couple of the friends I've managed to make in my new neighborhood, they confirmed that what the neighbor said was true, that my property has always been more of a park than a private lot. Anyway, while I feel bad that the convenience of nearby lake access has been cut off, I live by myself, and I'm personally not comfortable with anyone and everyone just traipsing through my yard. On one hand, I feel like it's absolutely my decision to restrict access to my lot, but on the other, I'm wondering if I'm breaking some sort of unspoken rule of access that was established before I ever got here. Am I the jerk for closing off my property? ETA. I'm not asking for legal advice. I have a lovely attorney and I'm well within my rights to close down access to the property. There is no easement and I own the shoreline. ETA2. The neighbors took me letting the dogs out on the property as a sign of aggression. They didn't literally take the dogs. As the dogs are a pair of Malinois, good luck taking them someplace they don't want to go. ETA2. No, I can't reopen the registers. I manage the retail side of a video game and electronic store/repair shop. When we get phones in for repair, we tell them upfront that turnaround time is about an hour and a half to two hours. We especially emphasize this to the people that drop off around two hours before close. So today was a decent day and we actually managed to get the store closed out by the time we closed at seven. Both registers counted and turned off for the night. Trash taken out, everything clean for the night, money on its way to the safe. Our store phones automatically send calls to voicemail starting at seven. And one call tonight just managed to sneak by by all of five seconds. So I did the kind thing and picked up. This is how it went. Ne. My name, this is Strawberry, how can I help you? Collar. Y'all close at seven, right? Me. Yeah, we close at seven and we're technically closed for the night. Collar. Well, I dropped my phone off for repair. Me. Check's name. Yep, I do have the phone right here, repaired and ready for pickup in the morning as our registers are already closed for the night. And with how the repair system works, they do have to be rung up through the registers. Collar. Why didn't you tell me earlier? I love thirty minutes away. I have work in the morning. I need my phone tonight. Me. I'm sorry. Our registers are closed for the night. I was also present when you dropped the phone off and did hear the associate let you know that the repair would be completed sometime between six thirty and six forty five and to be in the area around then. Collar. Yelling to someone in the background. And now she's acting like she doesn't even care. And you know darn well she'd be doing everything to get her phone back. Then to me. Collar only called me ten minutes ago. I don't live ten minutes away. You need to reopen the registers back up. I have the cash. I couldn't just give it to you. Me. I did also check with the technician and it looks like according to our records we reached out to you around six tonight. I'm very sorry you're not able to pick it up tonight. Collar. I need your manager or something. Me. Evil smiley face. I am the manager. I'll let you know what options you have. But unfortunately I can't open the registers and store back up. Collar. I'm leaving y'all a one star review and I'm never coming back to y'all again. Me. Sorry to hear that. Is there anything else I can do for you? Collar. More yelling in the background. Me. Okie dokie. Have a great night. Hangs up. After I hang up the phone about a minute later the new voicemail alarm goes off. Then again two minutes after that. Meaning she tried to call back two more times and left angry voicemails which couldn't get through. It was very clear that she was still at home when she called which would have meant me keeping my staff here for at minimum 45 extra minutes past their scheduled end time because we can't close alone. Poor planning on your part does not necessitate an emergency on mine. Am I the jerk for kicking my best friend out of my house because she mocked my other best friend? So we're three best friends in our early 30s. We've been together since high school. I'm going to use fake names for the post. It's Mary and Helen. Mary is child free by choice and so am I. I don't intend on ever having kids since I don't think I'd be capable of being a good parent and I don't want to have the responsibility of another tiny human. Helen on the other hand was always a "I want to have a family" kind of person. We always used to tease her for that but in a non-offensive way and even if she felt offended she'd tell us and we'd stop. She's the odd one out but we still adore her. To be honest I used to have a very weird mindset that women who have kids are not truly happy and they just pretend to be. I overcame that mindset and I now accept that while some women are pressured by society to become moms because it's what's expected of them they're indeed miserable for the most part but other women are genuinely happy to be moms and it's bringing joy into their lives. Helen gave birth to a baby girl four months ago. As we found out about her pregnancy both Mary and I were extremely happy to be this baby's aunt. Once Helen gave birth Mary and I were always there to support her and comfort her. She has a husband and he's a gorgeous man but we as friends also thought we had to do our part. At first everything was going smoothly. Then Mary downloaded TikTok and she ended up on the child free side of it which is normal but then it started affecting her whole personality to the point that now in the span of three months she started despising kids and has shown bitterness to moms. She always texts me privately out of our trio group chat chatting crap about Helen and the fact she's a mom and how she's going to change now and will probably grow apart. I shut down these convos pretty quickly and I tell her not to base her personality on what social media tells her to. She kept being weird about moms and kids and she started making bitter comments towards Helen too. Helen would always ask if everything's okay and Mary wouldn't elaborate. Helen definitely picked up on Mary's change of behavior. Yesterday Helen would visit my house with a baby and Mary would come too. At some point the kids started crying because duh it's a baby it cries. And Mary started making comments like "that little jerk won't shut up. Helen, please come alone next time without the crying creature." I told her to cut it off. Being Helen was getting upset and uncomfortable. She wouldn't stop and I told her that if she can't shut her mouth she should leave my house. I said I agree but at least she could do is respect her. She left and called me the jerk for sliding with Helen and the baby instead of her while I'm also child free. Am I the jerk? You'll be calling your lawyer just what I want to hear. As a former school board privacy officer I deal with many FOI requests from the public that dealt with anything from salaries of senior employees to value of contracts awarded to emails about routine business. Occasionally someone would submit a very complex request that would require a lot of time to complete. So it was with one parent who wanted thousands of emails, committee meeting minutes, reports and the personal notes of a dozen different school board employees. The reason? She had requested that her kids bus stop move from the entrance to the cul-de-sac she lived in to ride in front of her house. While the difference was only about 100 meters, 109 yards. The request was denied because the circle at the end of the cul-de-sac was too small for the bus to turn around. After working on the request for more than a month she grew impatient and demanded to know what was taking so long. I tried to explain I was a one man operation but she started making accusations that I was part of a conspiracy against her. She demanded that I produce all the records immediately or I will contact my lawyer. Now I'm smart enough to know that anyone who says I will contact my lawyer doesn't have one, especially not one who specializes in freedom of information requests. But playing along I said oh we don't want it to come to that, I'll finish this today and hung up. So I did. The legislation requires that we charge $7.50 per 15 minutes of search time for records plus $7.50 per 15 minutes of preparation time. Retacting personal information, eliminating non-responsive info etc. Plus other incidental costs, copying, printing etc. Because I had to have ICT help with the emails and computer records, the charges added up rapidly. I called her back the next day and told her the first batch of records would be ready by the end of the week. Then I asked how she'd like to pay the costs. "The costs?" She said. "What costs? How much?" $4,870 I said. As I'm sure your lawyer will explain, 50% is payable upfront before we proceed any further with a request. Then we can start on the next batch. Dead quiet on the other end of the phone. "You haven't heard the end of this. I'm calling the local news," she shouted and hung up. "It's now three years later and I'm still waiting." One balloon per person you say? "Alrighty then, I choose this one. This happened a couple of years back on my coworker's birthday. I ran out that morning to the party store to grab a small balloon bouquet. Wasn't going for anything fancy, just one Mylar birthday balloon with two or three solid-colored latex balloons to match. A fairly standard arrangement. It was a little after 10 a.m. The store had just opened and I was the only customer in there. I walked up to the counter to order my balloons and the woman working there asked me if I had pre-ordered. I told her I hadn't and she informed me that she couldn't do it for me. Apparently, if I didn't pre-order, it was their store policy that they could only do one balloon per person per visit. I looked around. I'm still the only customer in the store. Now, I would totally get why this would be something the store would have to enforce if there were other people waiting. But again, there was nobody else there and filling up three to four regular balloons would maybe take about two minutes tops and it was pretty obvious at this point that this lady was really just being lazy. I apologized and explained that I wasn't aware of their policy and would remember to call ahead in the future but asked if she could help me out because I was trying to get them for my coworker whose birthday was that day. She answered me abruptly with a "Sorry, store policy." I think about it for a second. Then tell her to hold on for a minute. If I can only get one balloon, I would like to pick a different one. I went back to one of the birthday party aisles and found a package for a full-bodied Mickey Mouse balloon. Now, if you've ever seen one of these full-bodied character balloons, you'll know that it's made up of multiple parts, head, arms, body, legs, feet, etc. that need to be individually blown up and then assembled to create the character. This is then completed with putting weights and rollers on the feet so your balloon can walk. It's technically one balloon though. I went back and handed the package to the lady at the front counter, shrugged and said, "If I can only get one balloon, it might as well be a good one." I then proceeded to watch her struggle to figure out how to assemble it for the next fifteen to twenty minutes. I can't say I've ever spent twenty dollars on a single balloon before, but it was totally worth it to watch this lady angrily assemble my single balloon. When if she had just done what I had originally asked for, I probably would have already been back in my office. I only wish I could have watched her watch me as I left, walking hand in hand out of that door with my freshly created Mickey Mouse balloon. Am I the jerk for telling my friend that he's basically an employee of his dad and not a business owner like he says he is? My friend Jay comes from a wealthy family as his dad owns several successful businesses. He's not a snob, but recently he's become a bit preachy about how it's better to be an entrepreneur than an employee. We've talked about it several times before. I've been working for a financial company for nine years and he always asks me about when I would put up my own business. I told him that I enjoy my current job because I get paid alright, have a great time with my coworkers and learn many things from my clients. Jay said that I'm wasting my time working for a company that pays me so little compared to what I could earn if I were a business owner. I told him that I do have plans of having my own business someday, but that requires a large amount of capital and is a huge risk that I'm not yet comfortable taking. He said that I've been an employee for nine years, so if not now, win. Even that you can only get the reward if you take the risk. I usually try to brush things off because I know that Jay has good intentions, he's just a little out of touch with how hard it can be to put up your own business and be successful at it since his dad's businesses have been there all his life. But the other day he was telling me about one of his cousins who asked for advice and college majors. He told me that he told his cousin to go for a business degree, worked for two years to get some experience and then have his own business, just like Jay said he did. He also told his cousin to remember to aspire for greater things and not be satisfied with being an employee forever. I was a bit irked about the last part and told him that hey, there's nothing wrong with being an employee forever and not everyone is cut to or wants to be a business owner. He said yes, there's nothing wrong with being an employee forever, but if you're smart or have any ambition you would want to have your own business instead of working for someone else your whole life. I told Jay that if he thinks that being a business owner is the best way to succeed financially then why hasn't he put up his own business? He said that he does have his own business, referring to the construction firm his dad founded which he now manages and he doesn't have to put up a new one since his family already has one in place. I asked how it's his if he isn't the registered owner, needs approval from his dad for all major decisions and doesn't control the company's income. I said that he's basically an employee who happens to be related to the owner and the monthly allowance he gets for running the business is his salary. He didn't reply to me after that and hasn't talked to me since, am I the jerk? 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