Vintage Villainy

The cliché advice is “write what you know,” but two more flexible approaches would be “write about what you love” or “what you’d love to know more about.”

When I first started writing fiction, while I was still in college, paranormal themes dominated the bookstores and movie screens. I’d always been attracted to woo-woo topics, so I naturally gravitated to this kind of story, also. Violence and bloodshed never attracted me as much as supernatural elements that subtly intruded on everyday life, and villains with “powers” who cleverly gained control over regular humans. I included just enough action to keep things scary.

Another topic always dear to my heart has been animals. As I child I always had pets of several species at once, and started horseback riding lessons in grade school. Because my parents were “comfortable” but far from rich, lessons were as far as my horse commitment went for many years, and when I started living in apartments I began to favor cats as the most practical and congenial animal housemates. Meanwhile I started to get published, and after awhile began to shift from paranormal thrillers to mysteries. My publisher at the time suggested a series with a cat theme, and I picked one that would let me deal with felines realistically.

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Now that my Cat Groomer Mysteries have wound up, after six installments, I needed to find another “cozy” topic that riveted my interest. Luckily, I had only to look around my home and the themes of my own collections.

On my first day job, which I held for about 30 years, I covered art, architecture and interior design for a major daily newspaper. Fine crafts and antiques also fell somewhere within my scope. I had minored in Art in college, which gave me some background in the first two subjects, and learned a lot more on my many visits to galleries and private homes.

Along the way, I became friendly with an artist and his wife who collected vintage from the 1930s-40s. He featured these elements in his work, for which she sometimes posed in vintage clothes, and they displayed those pieces (artistically, of course) in their home. When I visited, I was fascinated by how well all these quirky objects blended together.

Subliminally, I think, some of their style rubbed off on me. I bought a couple of the artist’s large prints, but I also scoured thrift shops and antique stores for Turner bird watercolors, Roseville pottery and barkcloth fabrics. Soon, friends and relations who had inherited such passé things and didn’t want them offered them to me. By the time I moved to my current condo, I hung barkcloth drapes at all the windows and tossed pillows I’d sewn myself, from remnants, on the furniture. Roseville pieces in dusty pastels now lurk among the books on my shelves, and exotic birds peer out through jungle foliage from artworks on the walls.

Once more, I chose the theme for my next mystery series, Vintage by Vivian, based on something I love.

My amateur sleuth, 30-something Vivian Joyce, sells her wares online and from a booth in a busy antique center—a former World War II munitions factory that accommodates about 40 vendors. Their fictional town of Addamsville, on the Jersey side of the Delaware, attracts tourists in all seasons, and its residents like to furnish their older homes in period style. Thus, Addamsville Antiques does pretty brisk business.

In another perk for Viv, the well-respected Addamsville Playhouse not only draws a good audience, but has recently recruited the talents of actor Edward Kiernan. He and Viv went to the same local college more than a decade ago. For various reasons they did not connect romantically back then, but now that both have grown older and wiser she sees a chance to rectify that situation. Ironically, Ed has become known for playing detective roles, which may or may not come in handy when they stumble upon some real crimes…

To sum up, Vintage Villainy is now under contract, and I will post updates on its progress toward publication.

With help from my online critique group, I’m already making good progress on book #2, which I’m calling Death in the Shadows. The vintage décor item highlighted in that tale? 1950s TV lamps. (Yes, I have several of those, too…displayed on a console with my TV, of course.)

As Peter Allen proclaimed in his song from All That Jazz (also Viv’s ringtone), “Everything old is new again!”

— Eileen Watkins

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“REBOOT RANCH–A Story of Rescue, Based on True Events”

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My latest book is a departure from my mystery series, but is a project I’ve had in mind for over a decade. It’s based on some of my experiences and also those of a woman who founded the horse-rescue farm Bright Futures, in western Pennsylvania.

In the late 1990s, I left my 25-year newspaper job to do part-time and freelance p.r. I also moved to a more rural suburb and resumed weekly riding lessons at a new stable. I was studying dressage, mostly for enjoyment, and entering an occasional local show.
One day my instructor put me on a new horse that she was thinking of buying for her lesson string. The poor mare was extremely skinny, and apparently suffered from a breathing problem that hadn’t been dealt with at her current stable. Not expecting much, I got on her…and connected with a beautiful soul. She moved out with pep and tried hard to do everything I asked, including a lovely dressage leg-yield. I told my teacher, “She’s great!” My teacher agreed, but thought the price being asked was too high, considering she would have to get the horse back into condition.

By the time I came back for my next lesson, she and I both had the same idea–“Let’s go halves on her!” Neither of us had deep pockets, but we felt that arrangement could work. We’d also split her board, feed and medical bills. My teacher had a plan to nurse her back to health, and use her as a lesson horse. We renamed her Brenda.

This worked okay for about a year, but Brenda’s ailment, called heaves, proved more entrenched than we’d hoped. She would improve in winter but go downhill in warmer weather, when of course we’d most want to ride and show her. Her second summer with us, at only her third show, she started coughing and breathing too hard to perform. We couldn’t push her anymore.

I won’t go too deeply into the various complications that followed. My trainer moved to a different barn, where Brenda did not get the extra care she needed. I finally bought the horse outright from her, and moved Brenda to yet another farm where she did no work at all, just got the right conditions to recover a bit. But financially, I couldn’t keep that up for long. By the early 2000s, the Great Recession already loomed on the horizon, undermining my shaky part-time sources of income.

Online, I found Bright Futures, a farm that aimed to find new homes for rescued horses, but also would keep indefinitely any that couldn’t be adopted. I talked on the phone with the owner, Beverlee Dee, who ran the place single-handedly in those days. It was eight hours away, so I knew I was saying goodbye to Brenda forever. But I felt she still had too much life in her to be put to sleep. I would never risk having her fall into the wrong hands and sent to auction…which generally meant, to slaughter.

After Brenda had gained a much-needed 200 lbs., Bev came out with a trailer and picked her up. I cried over her leaving but hoped this would be the best choice for her. Fortunately, it was. Bev kept her alive for almost two more years, under the best possible conditions–getting the kind of food and medications she needed, and turnout most of the time so she could breathe fresh air. Finally, one day, I got a tearful call from Bev to say that Brenda had passed away during the night, out in her pasture. I felt that also was for the best, so neither of us had to make the tough decision to put her down.

During all this time, Bev had shared with me many anecdotes from her early days starting Bright Futures, some of them heart-tugging, others dramatic. We discussed by email putting them together as a nonfiction book, but that never seemed the right format. Many years later, after I’d published several novels with Amber Quill Press, I asked Bev if I could fictionalize her stories a bit, for a novel about a woman starting a horse-rescue farm. She okayed that idea, and later gave her blessing to the finished draft of REBOOT RANCH.

Finding a publisher became the last challenge, because the novel shaped up as women’s fiction, rather than an easily marketed genre like romance or mystery. To tilt it in either of those directions, I felt, would distort its main theme–the passion and dedication required to pursue a “charitable” cause such as animal rescue. It took me about three years to discover Who Chains You Publishing, which specializes in books about exactly that topic! I feel they’ve done a great job of editing and packaging this book, which has truly been a labor of love.

REBOOT RANCH concentrates on the story of a much flashier equine, Murphy, who is a blend of two Thoroughbreds Bev handled at her farm. But keep an eye out for the chestnut mare “Valentine.” She is my fictional tribute to the only horse I ever (if briefly) was able to call “mine”–the unforgettable Brenda.

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Just in Time for Halloween, They’re Ba-a-a-ack!

When my first publisher Amber Quill Press closed its metaphorical doors in 2016, it came as a sad blow to me. I already had the prospect of a new publishing contract on the horizon, which softened the effect. But, for business reasons, that company was not interested in re-publishing any of the eight novels I’d put out through AQP, over a span of 13 years. I had to resign myself to letting them all go out of print as both paperbacks and ebooks.
The good news is, last year a friend tipped me off to a company, Crossroad Press, that specializes in re-publishing books that have gone out of print for various reasons. Even better, although they’re open to a range of genres, so far they tend to specialize in horror and paranormal themes.
I was fortunate that AQP gave all of its authors full rights to their books, and I already had purchased the cover art for my last two paranormal mysteries, DARK MUSIC and HEX, DEATH & ROCK ‘N’ ROLL. I gave both books a last going-over—not just for typos, but for any necessary pop-cultural updates (both were published in 2013)—then sent them electronically along.
DM came out first, and HEX recently joined it on the Crossroad Press site. Both can be purchased on Amazon and many other sites as ebooks; DM is also available as a trade paperback, and HEX soon will be, too.
My spooky books always have sold well at various events around Halloween. I still have a small stash of the AQP paperbacks, but browsers often ask me if they’re also available as ebooks. Now, finally, I’ll be able to say that they are.
Of course, I’ll still be selling my Cat Groomer Mysteries, too. But I’m glad to once again have something to offer readers who prefer something darker…especially at this time of year!

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Journalism School

At the end of 2015, I retired from a full-time editing position with The Record/ Herald News in New Jersey, where I had worked for ten years. Previously, from 1972 to 1998, I wrote for another daily newspaper, The Star-Ledger. When I started out, newspapers were thriving, and if you wanted a writing job with a regular paycheck, becoming a reporter was your best bet.

You’ll notice that at large mystery conferences many guest speakers and panelists of a certain age come from newspaper backgrounds. Unfortunately, these jobs are dwindling today and the ones that remain aren’t what they used to be. That’s a shame, because my newspaper career taught me skills that can benefit any writer.

Some ground rules of journalism may or may not help you as a writer of suspense fiction:
Pyramid Style. You put the most important information at the beginning of the story. Not only does this grab the reader’s attention of the reader, but if an editor has to cut for length, only the more trivial and unimportant details will be sacrificed. Of course, if you put all of the key information into the first paragraph of your mystery, you’ll produce nothing but very short “flash” fiction! But you should start with a grabber of an opening scene.
Strict Objectivity. In a news article, the reporter does not give her opinion of the event or the people involved. The most she can do is ask participants and witnesses about their feelings and quote them. Feature writing or an investigative series may describe a person or a scene in a moving way, but stops short of passing judgment or telling the reader what to feel. A writer from a journalism background may need to learn how to break this rule and convey strong emotion in her fiction.
The Deadline is Sacred. Some newspaper stories have tighter deadlines than others, but whether you’re writing every week or every day, something has to go in that slot. If you don’t produce on time, the higher-ups may reconsider your employment. In fiction, you should rewrite to make the piece is as good as it can be, but you’ll still need the discipline to meet deadlines for a publisher, or even a short story contest.

Journalism rules that definitely benefit the fiction writer:
Butt in Chair. At a newspaper, you can’t wait for the muse to strike. If you stall by going for more coffee and chatting up a co-worker, an editor will tell you to sit down and get to work. You can’t stew in self-doubt about your level of talent, either. Just start writing; even if the first draft is drivel, you can fix it later.
Get Your Facts Straight. Writing mystery fiction also involves checking facts–about police procedure, weapons and poisons, financial scams and legal loopholes. These days the Internet makes research easier, but often that’s just your starting point. Track down experts, interview them and visit them if necessary. I’m an introverted person, but after all those years at newspapers I can call up a stranger, make an appointment and slide right back into reporter mode when interviewing them for some aspect of my novel.
Show, Don’t Tell. A beginner may write, “Linda was so sad, she felt like crying. How could something like this happen? She felt like the sun would never shine again…” A journalist can’t fall back on this kind of subjective approach, and learns to describe a character’s frame of mind through facial expressions, tones of voice, posture, actions, etc. Even in fiction, that’s often the most effective type of writing.
Establish Your Priorities. Under time pressure, a reporter has to scan her notes and quickly decide the overall thrust of the story. Based on that, she must choose what to emphasize, what to downplay and what to leave out completely. When you learn this, you’re less likely to be sidetracked by a subplot or a secondary character, so that your story becomes unbalanced or morphs into something you never intended.
Cut or Be Cut. At a newspaper, your word count is based on the space allotted. An important, breaking story or an investigative masterpiece may be given more leeway, but if you write a column or a feature that needs to be contained on half a page you can’t run over that. Most journalists learn to trim their own writing, because if they don’t the editor will, perhaps more brutally than they’d like.

Though a newsroom can be a stressful place, I appreciate the discipline I acquired from my years in the business. I hope that in these days of blogging, news website and ezines, those skills won’t be lost completely, because they can help any writer become more productive and effective.
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Gettin’ Cozy

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In my last post, I explained that my publisher of 13 years, Amber Quill Press, was going out of business in early 2016. The books I put out with them are now out of print, although some copies still may … Continue reading

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The Most Wonderful Time of the Year?

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In recent years, I’ve met several otherwise fun-loving adults who profess to hate Halloween. I suppose a person can have good reasons for feeling this way. One woman actually was mugged in the past by someone wearing a Halloween mask; others worry about threats to children who go trick-or-treating, or are put off by images of ugliness and gore that have gotten too realistic for comfort.

I can empathize with their viewpoints, but Halloween remains my favorite holiday. In fact, the Halloweens of my youth probably helped nudge me down the slippery slope to writing paranormal fiction.

Some of my happiest and most vivid childhood memories involved visiting our small-town 5&10 in Cranford, N.J., in October. The store always devoted a huge section in front to Halloween costumes, accessories and gag gifts. I looked forward for months to this unveiling–the first day after school when I’d walk through the door and find many samples of garish, day-glo and glittery costumes hanging from the store’s tin ceiling, topped by their grinning masks.

If you didn’t like any of those, you’d find plenty more choices boxed and stacked on the counters below. And of course, there were always a few rubber, full-head monster masks that were extra scary and extra expensive. Just looking for something to complete your homemade costume? You had your pick of eye masks — from glamorous to sinister — along with greasy makeup in lurid hues, gaudy jewelry, fake teeth, plastic weapons and other props.

Of course, you still can find all of those things and more at Halloween and party stores, and I still make it a point to drop by Party City during the spooky season, if only to gawk. But because I’m older and more jaded now, it’s hard to recapture the thrill of poking around that old 5&10, its dim lighting and musty smell more like the atmosphere of an antique shop today.

For anyone giving a grown-up Halloween party, I’m the ideal guest. You won’t have to beg me to wear a costume—I’ll dress up at the drop of a witch’s hat and make a total fool of myself. I have cloaks and other regalia hanging in the closet of my guest bedroom and small props in a trunk in the basement. I’ve gotten more restrained over the years, though, paring these down to just a few things that can be adapted for various characters.

If other people can give their reasons for hating Halloween, I can easily list my chief reasons for loving it:

1. Make-believe. Children get to play fairly often, but when else do adults get to shed their workaday identities and take on alter egos? Become a villain, a vamp, a monster or a superhero? I write fiction precisely because make-believe is a big deal to me. I discovered long ago that my acting chops are pretty lame and that I have better luck stepping into another character when I’m writing. But Halloween lets me toy with the idea in person, too.

2. Costumes. I’m fascinated with clothes and the impact they can have on identity. I can sew a bit, and I’ve often thought if I couldn’t be any type of writer I might have become a costume designer. (During my theater phase, in and right after college, I was more useful in the wardrobe department than onstage.) So once I conceive of a character, I adore figuring out the right clothing, accessories, makeup, etc. And I also love seeing how other people put together their costumes.

3. The Fear Factor. I was the only child of two highly sensitive folks, and they tried so hard to protect me from anything scary that I found it all the more fascinating. When I went to see the stage show of Peter Pan, at age 5, I was riveted by Captain Hook! I loved the old amusement park “dark rides,” where day-glo monsters would leap at me out of the nowhere to recordings of maniacal laughter. So I started toddling down that dark road at an early age, and Halloween fit right in. I never felt in actual danger going from house to house in our very safe neighborhood. But the illusion of danger–being one of a group of weirdly dressed creatures roaming the night to demand candy from strangers–delighted me. I also think that, like writing and reading scary stuff, it helped to empower me. Later on, I somehow felt better able to cope with real danger, even after my parents weren’t around to over-protect me any longer.

Because I write paranormal mystery and suspense, I’m often asked whether I believe in ghosts and other supernatural phenomena, and whether I’ve ever had an experience along that line. I haven’t had any clearly paranormal experiences, but I’m open-minded on the subject. Maybe, like Fox Mulder, I want to believe. But it’s more like the line from the Fleetwood Mac song, “Hypnotized”: “Now you know it’s a meaningless question to ask if these stories are right/’Cause what matters most is the feeling you get when you’re hypnotized.”

In my books, I’m not out to convince anyone of the existence of any particular phenomena. I just want my readers to feel some of the awe I did as a child, when I looked up into the rafters of that old 5&10 and saw all of those scary, wonderful characters leering back down at me.

Now I want to hear your feelings about Halloween! Are you pro, con or somewhere in the middle?

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Do You Believe in Ghosts?

So far, 2013 for me has been all about the release of my first Quinn Matthews Haunting Mystery, Dark Music. Since I originally conceived of this story decades ago, and reworked it several times before finally turning it into a “cold case” mystery with an amateur sleuth, I am delighted that it’s finally in print.
I always intended the story to be a departure from the usual Amityville Horror-type approach. Though I hope it’s scary and suspenseful, I’ve tried to make it a fairly realistic depiction of a haunting, and Quinn’s experiences very close to those reported by people who claim to live in real haunted houses. I researched those reports in books, online and in video interviews. One thing I noticed was that people who stay in a haunted house — usually because they can’t immediately leave, for one reason or another — tend to get used to the phenomena and sometimes even crack jokes about the ghosts. I included that kind of graveyard (literally) humor in my book. People who live with ghosts can’t go around terrified 24/7. They relax and even acclimate for a while…until something new and shocking frightens them all over again. Sometimes the situation calms down to a level they can live with, and other times things escalate to the point where they can’t take it anymore and have to move out.
I’ve never seen a ghost or even had a sensation of a haunting in any of the places I’ve lived, but I’ve certainly heard many credible stories along that line from other people and I’m very open-minded on the subject. How about you? Have you ever seen an apparition or experienced other phenomena that made you believe in ghosts? Or has anyone in your family? If so, please share!

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Giving Thanks After the Storm

I think Thanksgiving 2012 was a special one for many of us in the Eastern U.S. This year, I was thankful just to have electricity–light, heat, refrigeration, “land-line” phone service, television and Internet access! And I got off a lot easier than many people. The office where I work happened to be in an area that never lost power, so on weekdays I could go there to get warm, recharge my cell phone and find out what was going on in the world (along with doing some actual work).

I confess, I am a very poor sport about being too cold. Having an older house with minimal second-floor insulation, I slept the first three nights in a turtleneck, sweats, socks and a full-length down coat (hood up), UNDER a blanket and a synthetic-down comforter. Even then, my face was freezing! At about that point, half of my town got power back…but not my half. A work colleague who lives nearby offered to let me spend nights in the guest room of her condo, and I gratefully accepted. By Day 5, my end of town also got power and I was able to move home.

Those first three days seemed so endless, though, that I can only imagine the suffering of other people who were without power for weeks–and of the few who still may be “out.”

A Wiccan friend of mine told people during the outage, “I still have my Power–I just don’t have electricity.” That’s an excellent attitude, and it probably helps that she lives very “low on the grid,” anyhow, without gadgets the rest of us take for granted. But I do think the outages made a lot of us feel “powerless” in a way that extended beyond a lack of electricity. Human beings have had central heating, telephone service, electric lighting and gas-powered automobiles for a very short span of history. (We won’t even get into the World Wide Web, personal computers and smart phones!) Lighting my gas stovetop with a match and trying to cook dinner with a flashlight tucked under my arm, I could only marvel at how much effort people of the past must have gone through each day just to survive in the dead of winter and other inhospitable situations. It’s no wonder that only the very privileged had the spare time or energy to create works of art or to study science, philosophy, etc. Most folks were just trying to grow their crops, cook their meals, weave and sew their own clothing and stay warm! I think we lose sight of that today, when even the poor purchase these goods and services from outside sources–and feel helpless when the supply is suddenly cut off.

So I’m thankful not only to have my modern-day comforts back again, but to have come away with a new appreciation of what our ancestors endured and overcame without all of these conveniences. What insights did you gain from your experiences during the hurricane Sandy power outages?

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Attack of the “Shoulds”!

Do you suffer from occasional—or constant—attacks of “the shoulds”?

You know what I mean. From the time I get up in the morning (“I really should do some kind of exercise…I should empty the cats’ litter pan now…I should floss and not just brush…”) to the time I lie down at night (“I should have washed those dishes instead of leaving them in the sink…I shouldn’t have stayed up so late watching TV…Damn, I really should have emptied that litter pan!”) I’m plagued by guilt over a million rules I carry around in my head. And that’s not even counting work hours! (“I should get this article done before I get busy with other stuff…But I really should call this contact now before he goes out to lunch…Or should I do that job my boss asked me for 20 minutes ago??”)

I know my list of “shoulds” has gotten longer over the past couple of decades, and I suspect other Baby Boomers have noticed the same phenomenon. For some, dealing with children, grandchildren and aging parents has added more responsibilities, all equally important. I don’t happen to have those issues, but ironically having a lifelong dream come true a few years back greatly expanded my list. In 2003, I got my first novel published, and five more have followed. But now, in addition to wanting to actually write more books, I feel obliged to promote and promote and promote the ones I’ve already got out (while still working around a full-time job). I should take advantage of this chance to do a guest blog or an online interview or go to that conference or give this talk or get on that panel…etc., etc. If I don’t, I feel as if I’m shortchanging a key area of my life—my “true” calling.

One of the reasons I’m writing this blog, in fact, is because it’s been so long since I made an entry that I kept nagging myself, “You should do another blog…” (Don’t get me started, though, on tweeting. With so little spare time, I have to draw the line somewhere!)

There are two other big reasons why I think many of us have developed overactive consciences lately—the environment and the recession. I’m struggling more financially than I was 15 years ago, so I feel guilty any time I spend on something that’s nonessential and, God forbid, just for “fun.” I often used to buy a magazine off the stands just because a headline or photo caught my eye, but now I subscribe to very few (at a discount) that mostly relate to my job. I go to a movie once every few months, and only when it’s something I really want to see. Even so, I hear a constant chorus in my head of “I should save more, I shouldn’t put anything else on a credit card, I should fix things instead of replacing them…make it do, wear it out…”

Not all of this is bad, of course, because frugality does go hand-in-hand with the other big paradigm of the twenty-first century, conservation. And I do take that seriously–I just started recycling my cardboard toilet-paper rolls! I save my fruit and vegetable peelings to compost, turn off the tap while brushing my teeth. But it all adds to that chorus of “shoulds,” doesn’t it? When I’m exhausted, in a hurry or just having a bad day, and that chick in my head starts nagging, “You should put that in recycling, you should shred those documents before you throw them out, you shouldn’t use that drain cleaner because it pollutes…” I want to slap her silly. (She sounds like that electronic b*tch at the supermarket self-checkout who scolds you every few seconds, “The bagging area is full…Please bag some items…”)

How about you? Do you find that trying to live up to all of these modern responsibilities drives you crazy at times? Some psychologists believe the very word “should” is bad for our mental health. Should we abolish it?

Please comment below–you know you should…

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New Recurring Feature

This month, I’m kicking off a new category on my blog site of “Guest Interviews” with other authors who write in the general category of paranormal mystery or suspense. I hope my readers will be interested in checking out books by these other writers, and vice versa. I have several authors in mind whom I’ve met personally and plan to invite to participate over the next few months.

My first guest is E. J. Copperman, a.k.a. Jeff Cohen. He is a fellow N.J. resident and we have shared a few lively panels over the years at mystery conferences. The same deadpan humor that earns him laughs in person also runs through his comic mysteries–and, I think you’ll agree, through his interview here, as well. Just click on the link above or below this post, and enjoy!

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