"Timmy's Transformation: The Tale of Sun-hee Kim"
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The year is 2020. In the bustling, suburban sprawl of Medford, Oregon, lived a little boy named Timothy Michael Harris. Timmy, as he was affectionately called by his family and friends, was an energetic and curious child, brimming with the boundless enthusiasm that only a five-year-old could possess. Born on October 15, 2015, Timmy had just celebrated his fifth birthday a few months ago. He was an average height of 3 feet 6 inches, weighing 40 pounds with a wiry frame that belied his love for running and climbing everything in sight. Timmy had a mop of tousled, chestnut brown hair with curls that framed his cherubic face. His sparkling blue eyes always seemed to be filled with an innocent wonder, reflecting the vibrant world around him.
Timmy’s mother, Jennifer Harris, was a loving and caring woman, always doting on her little boy. At the age of 32, she stood 5 feet 5 inches tall, weighing about 140 pounds, her figure softly rounded with the years of motherhood. Born on March 23, 1988, Jennifer had long, flowing blonde hair that she often tied in a practical ponytail. Her hazel eyes carried the warmth of a thousand comforting hugs. Alongside Jennifer, Timmy had his Aunt Emily, Jennifer's younger sister by three years, standing at 5 feet 7 inches and weighing 130 pounds. Born on July 15, 1991, Emily was the adventurous spirit of the family, with short, stylish brown hair and green eyes that gleamed with mischief and kindness.
Timmy's grandmother, Margaret Thompson, a sprightly 60-year-old, born on September 14, 1960, was the matriarch of the family. Despite her advanced age, she stood tall at 5 feet 6 inches, weighing a graceful 150 pounds, with silvery grey hair cut in a neat bob and piercing blue eyes that had seen both joy and hardship throughout the decades. His grandfather, William Thompson, was slightly younger than Margaret, having been born on May 5, 1963. At 57 years of age, William was a robust man, standing at 5 feet 10 inches, weighing 190 pounds, with a crop of graying black hair and kind, brown eyes.
Timmy, feeling a surge of independence on this sunny afternoon, decided he was ready to make his first solo trip to the nearby salon, a place he had always visited with his mother or grandmother. Today, he would conquer this small mission alone. The beautiful chaos of summer enveloped him as he skipped along the sidewalk, the chirping birds singing their songs of freedom.
As Timmy entered the petite salon, he was greeted by the sight of an elegant Korean woman with a serenely commanding presence. She was adorned in a sleek blazer over a silk blouse, paired with platform sandals that gave her petite stature an added boost. Her nails were expertly painted in an emerald green that matched the delicate jade jewelry adorning her fingers, wrists, and neck. A wedding ring sparkled on her finger, a testament to her cherished bond.
Her name was Sun-hee Kim, a 60-year-old woman, born on April 2, 1960. Sun-hee stood at a modest height of 5 feet 3 inches, weighing around 125 pounds, with short, stylishly cropped black hair—a typical Korean pixie cut that exuded both elegance and efficiency. Her piercing dark brown eyes carried wisdom and warmth, speaking of a life rich with experiences.
"Wait here, I be back, I get thing for hair cut," she said in broken English, intending to convey her brief departure. What she meant to say was, "Please wait here, I'll be right back with the supplies for your haircut." Her English was colored with the gentle lilt of her native language, making her words sound like a soothing melody.
Timmy nodded and, as five-year-olds are wont to do, became immediately curious about his surroundings. He slipped off his shoes and socks, his tiny feet feeling the coolness of the polished floor as he padded around the barbershop. Suddenly, he felt the urgent need to use the bathroom, and he innocently called out in a lisp, "I need to gowo potty!"
Assuming the hallway would lead him to the restroom, Timmy walked with his head up, admiring the photographs on the walls. He miscalculated a step and stumbled, tripping over something that sent him sprawling. Looking down, he realized he had tripped over Sun-hee's platform sandals. In his clumsy attempt to rise, his tiny feet slipped into the sandals.
Before he could react, Timmy felt a strange tingling sensation. As he tried to remove the sandals, he noticed with growing horror his body beginning to change. His small feet started to crack and age, morphing into more mature, feminine feet, complete with the same emerald green nail polish that adorned Sun-hee’s toes. It was not red but a rich shade of green that now mirrored hers.
Frantic, Timmy tugged at the sandals, loosening them slightly and slowing the transformation. However, the changes crept up his legs, altering him more with each passing second. His head and face began to shift, his once cherubic features transforming into those of Sun-hee Kim.
"I'm going to miss mommy and grandma so much, and I didn't do anything wrong, I just had to potty!" Timmy lisped through growing sobs, only for the words to come out garbled and sounding more like Sun-hee’s broken English.
In his heart, a sudden realization took root—he felt older than his grandmother and much older than his mother and aunt. Tears welled up in his eyes as he cried, his small voice changing with each tear shed. He worriedly started singing a lullaby his mother had always taught him for comfort, "You are my sunshine…," his voice trailing off as his memories began to alter. Suddenly, the song morphed into a traditional Korean folk song—"Arirang." The words melted into his perception, his voice now singing, "Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo..."
As the transformation completed, Timmy’s body matured into that of Sun-hee Kim, an identical outfit forming around him, minus the jewelry, wedding ring, and platform sandals. His voice and accent fully transformed, he cried out once more, "I'm gonna miss mommy and auntie and grandma so much!" but it emerged as, “I am go miss mommy and auntie and grandma so much,” in Sun-hee’s voice.
Utterly transformed, she remembered none of her past life as memories of Timmy evaporated. She now only knew herself as Sun-hee Kim. With a melancholic smile, Sun-hee observed her bare feet and the borrowed platform sandals on the floor. She stepped forward, adding each piece of jewelry and her wedding ring to her outfit with careful precision.
Sun-hee remembered taking off her jewelry earlier, as her slip of memory aligned with the reality that explained why she wasn’t wearing them during the transformation. “Wonder what I doing?” she murmured to herself, meaning to say, "I wonder what I was doing," as she tightened up the platform sandals, still unable to comprehend the bizarre occurrence.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she admired her wedding ring and said aloud, "I so short platform sandal no help I wear them to be taller but I still short." She fondly recalled her husband, Min-soo, her daughters, Ji-woo and Hana. Singing a soft Korean lullaby, she smiled with contentment reflecting on her cherished family.
As she continued cleaning and organizing the salon, Sun-hee started singing another traditional Korean song—an audible anchor to her heritage. “Lock the shop now, go home,” she mused aloud in broken English, wrapping up her day and feeling the cool night air brushing against her legs.
Locking the door, she felt a twinge of vulnerability while walking home. Nervously, she hummed to herself trying to gain courage. As she strolled, a particular sight caught her eye—a white woman with brilliantly red hair. Mesmerized, Sun-hee murmured, "Red hair, seem like… Hanbok ribbon,” attempting to compare it to something familiar from her culture.
Nervous in the dark, Sun-hee whispered to herself in Korean, seeking comfort. Once home, she entered the unusually quiet house, calling out, "Hello, everyone here? Min-soo? Ji-woo? Hana?" She felt the cold breeze against her legs as the silence greeted her back.
Walking towards a hallway mirror, Sun-hee smiled at her reflection, chuckling, “No bad looking for sixty years old. I remember learn speak English in year 1980. I go school in Korea at Seoul National in year 1975.” She reached up to a high shelf but couldn't reach the top even on her tiptoes, sighing in defeat.
“Oh, I wish no home alone. I really want vase from top shelf if only Min-soo here or Ji-woo or Hana. I steel tall dan… Gwee…yneth Patrow or Scarlet Jo…han…son,” she said, mispronouncing the names in her broken English. Sighing, she pondered, “I no understand why American like eat hamburger and drink soda. Why no eat kimchi and drink soju instead?”
As she gazed down at her platform sandals, memories of the first time she wore them to feel taller flashed before her mind. She vividly recalled receiving them as a gift on her 30th birthday before deciding, somewhat unwittingly, to go to bed in her current attire. Dreaming of her Korean childhood, high school days in a traditional uniform, and recent family life, Sun-hee jerked awake suddenly, exclaiming, "I forget what dream was!” before drifting back to sleep.
The next morning, Sun-hee prepared for another busy day at the salon. Opening up, she sat idly behind the desk when the bell above the door chimed. A young white woman entered, and Sun-hee jumped up to greet her eagerly. “Hello, come sit, I help,” she said, motioning to the chair.
The young woman, Amelia Weston, a 22-year-old with strawberry blonde hair and bright green eyes, looked down at Sun-hee’s platform sandals with delight. “Oh, I love your shoes! They’re so cute!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with youthful admiration.
Sun-hee laughed warmly, saying, "Thank you," in her broken English, blissfully unaware of and with no memory of her previous life as little Timmy Harris.
This story was generated by user manemansteve with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
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Prompt: The year is 2020. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I write about a random little boy with a description of the boy's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday, birth year, what state he's from, hair color and style and eye color. His mom's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His aunt's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His grandma's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday being after June, birth year mentioned, hair color and style and eye color. His grandpa's name, age being younger than his grandma, height, weight, birthday, birth year being younger than his grandma. Have him be walking to a salon alone for the first as he entered the salon. Have the woman working be a Korean woman with a Korean style pixie cut, a blazer, a blouse and platform sandals with her nails painted and a wedding ring on her finger and jewelry all over her body with a description of the jewelry. Reveal the Korean woman's name, age mentioned, height being shorter than his grandma, weight, birthday being before June, birth year being the same as his grandma, hair color and eye color. Have the Korean woman leave the room to get something for the boy's hair cut and have her say to the boy to wait for her to come back and have it be in quoted text and very broken English and show what she ended up saying vs what she meant to say. Have the boy slip his own shoes and socks off while he waited as he felt the cold floor beneath his feet as he walked around the barbershop. Have the boy suddenly need to use the bathroom innocently yelling out he had to potty and have it be in quoted text in lisped words. Have the boy decide to go down a hallway thinking it led to the bathroom as he walked with his head up not looking at the ground. Have the boy trip over something losing his balance before looking down realizing he accidentally tripped over the Korean woman's platform sandals and managed to slip them on by accident. Have the boy go to remove them when his clothing evaporated and disappeared scaring him. Have the boy try to remove the platform sandals when his feet started cracking and aging into female feet with nail polish matching the Korean woman's and have the color not be red but mention the color. Have the boy frantically pull the platform sandals trying to remove them to stop the changes as they crept up his legs and he started changing more managing to slightly loosen both sandals slowing the changes momentarily proving that the sandals were the cause of the changes. As he tugged more feeling the straps loosen, his head and face and hair started charging. Have the boy say he's gonna miss mommy and grandma so much and he didn't do anything wrong and just had to potty and have it be in quoted text in lisped English. Have him somehow realize in his heart he's older than his grandma and much older than his mom and aunt causing him to cry. Have the boy be scared as he worriedly started singing a song his mom always taught him to sing when he was scared as he finally pulled the sandals off his feet. Have his whole body morph and mature into the woman's as an identical outfit formed on him as he looked exactly like the woman minus the jewelry and wedding ring and the platform sandals. Have the boy's memories start altering as his voice and accent changed into a Korean one. Have the boy once again say I'm gonna miss mommy and auntie and grandma so much and have it be in quoted text coming out in a Korean woman's accent showing the quoted text he wanted to say versus the altered quoted text of what he ended up saying. Have the boy continue singing the song to calm himself down as his memories altered completely causing his innocent song to turn into a traditional female Korean song midway through and have it be in quoted text with the English song lyrics changing into the traditional Korean song and translated and also written in English too. Please have the boy be singing one song and have it be in quoted text as it morphs into a Korean song having the quoted text morph midway through but also having the Korean song also be translated. Have the woman smile as she finished singing before looking down at her outfit before spotting her jewelry and wedding ring and platform sandals were strutting over to where her jewelry was adding it all to her outfit as well as adding her wedding ring with a step by step process of her adding all the jewelry and wedding ring. Have then grab her platform sandals setting them down and have her then stumble to a nearby chair sitting down and looking at her outfit and her bare feet. Have her grab the left platform sandal slipping it on her left foot with a step by step slow process of her doing so. Have her grab the right platform sandal slipping it on her right foot with a step by step slow process of her doing so. Have her suddenly remember removing her jewelry and slipping back into her platform sandals with the explanation include in the story. Have the woman look around her salon before shrugging and tidying it up even more having no memory of who she used to be saying out loud that she wondered what she was doing and have it be in quoted text in very broken English and show what she meant to say vs what she ended up saying. Have reality adjust to explain why she wasn't wearing her jewelry or wedding ring and why her platform sandals were loose with the explanation given and included in the story. Have her say I so short platform sandal no help I wear them to be taller but I still short and have it be in quoted text. Have her look at her wedding ring smiling and saying how she's grateful for her husband ___ and her daughter ___ and ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks mentioning her husband and kids by name singing in Korean again. Include her mentioning the year she moved to America. Have her start singing another Korean song in Korean while continuing to clean up the salon and have it be in quoted text. Have her lock up the salon for the night walking home feeling very aware of how vulnerable she was. Have her slowly thump down the street seeing a white woman with something unique to white women getting mesmerized by something only white women could have and saying something about the thing unique to white women and have it be in quoted text and broken English not knowing what it is called but attempting to name it comparing it to something Korean women might wear. Have the night time make her nervous as she continues walking and have her say something in Korean to herself and have it be in quoted text trying to calm herself down. Have her get home realizing it was quiet in her house. Have her yell out hello everyone here ____ are home ____ or ____ are my daughter home _____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks yelling out for her husband and daughters before ending the sentence with Korean with a worried tone and translating it. Have her then enter feeling the cold breeze on her legs as she sat her purse down and walked into a nearby hallway in front of a mirror. Have her look at her reflection and smile as she smiled and laughed saying no bad looking for __ years old i remember learn speak English in year ____ i go school in Korea at ___________ in year ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks with very broken English. Have her then decide to reach for something unable to even with her platform sandals on and trying to stand on her tippy toes before giving up and include in the story what she was trying to reach. Have her look down feeling defeated before saying i wish no home alone i really want ___ from top shelf if only ____ here or ___ or ____ i steel tall dan ____ _____ or _____ _____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks referring to random American female celebrities she thought she might be taller than pronouncing their names wrong missing letters in their names and spelling out their names the way she says them. Have her then say i no understand why american like eat ____ and ____ and drink ____ why no eat ____ and ____ and drink _____ instead and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks in very broken English mentioning American foods and drinks and Korean foods and drinks. Have her then look down at her platform sandals flashing back to the first time she wore them and the year she got them and why and how she got them and who got them for her if it wasn't here and include it all in the story in very detailed descriptions. Have her then decide to go to bed still wearing her outfit and her platform sandals. Have her dream of her childhood as a young Korean girl and have her flash to high school wearing a traditional school uniform described in detail and more recently at home with her husband and kids before jerking awake. Have her suddenly yell out loud and have it be in quoted text in very broken English before yawning and falling asleep again. Have her then get up getting ready for her next day at work and have her walk to the barber shop opening it up. Have a random female customer walk in as she's sitting behind the desk and have her instantly get up rushing over to greet the customer and have it be in quoted text in very broken English. Have her motion over to a chair having the woman sit down. Reveal the woman's name, race being white, age being much much younger than the Korean woman, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Have the woman look down at the Korean woman's platform sandals and have her eyes light up as she complimented them and have it be in quoted text sounding like a younger woman complimenting an older woman on something. Have the Korean woman laugh and say thank you and have it be in quoted text in very broken English having no memory of who she used to be.
Response: The year is 2020. In the bustling, suburban sprawl of Medford, Oregon, lived a little boy named Timothy Michael Harris. Timmy, as he was affectionately called by his family and friends, was an energetic and curious child, brimming with the boundless enthusiasm that only a five-year-old could possess. Born on October 15, 2015, Timmy had just celebrated his fifth birthday a few months ago. He was an average height of 3 feet 6 inches, weighing 40 pounds with a wiry frame that belied his love for running and climbing everything in sight. Timmy had a mop of tousled, chestnut brown hair with curls that framed his cherubic face. His sparkling blue eyes always seemed to be filled with an innocent wonder, reflecting the vibrant world around him. Timmy’s mother, Jennifer Harris, was a loving and caring woman, always doting on her little boy. At the age of 32, she stood 5 feet 5 inches tall, weighing about 140 pounds, her figure softly rounded with the years of motherhood. Born on March 23, 1988, Jennifer had long, flowing blonde hair that she often tied in a practical ponytail. Her hazel eyes carried the warmth of a thousand comforting hugs. Alongside Jennifer, Timmy had his Aunt Emily, Jennifer's younger sister by three years, standing at 5 feet 7 inches and weighing 130 pounds. Born on July 15, 1991, Emily was the adventurous spirit of the family, with short, stylish brown hair and green eyes that gleamed with mischief and kindness. Timmy's grandmother, Margaret Thompson, a sprightly 60-year-old, born on September 14, 1960, was the matriarch of the family. Despite her advanced age, she stood tall at 5 feet 6 inches, weighing a graceful 150 pounds, with silvery grey hair cut in a neat bob and piercing blue eyes that had seen both joy and hardship throughout the decades. His grandfather, William Thompson, was slightly younger than Margaret, having been born on May 5, 1963. At 57 years of age, William was a robust man, standing at 5 feet 10 inches, weighing 190 pounds, with a crop of graying black hair and kind, brown eyes. Timmy, feeling a surge of independence on this sunny afternoon, decided he was ready to make his first solo trip to the nearby salon, a place he had always visited with his mother or grandmother. Today, he would conquer this small mission alone. The beautiful chaos of summer enveloped him as he skipped along the sidewalk, the chirping birds singing their songs of freedom. As Timmy entered the petite salon, he was greeted by the sight of an elegant Korean woman with a serenely commanding presence. She was adorned in a sleek blazer over a silk blouse, paired with platform sandals that gave her petite stature an added boost. Her nails were expertly painted in an emerald green that matched the delicate jade jewelry adorning her fingers, wrists, and neck. A wedding ring sparkled on her finger, a testament to her cherished bond. Her name was Sun-hee Kim, a 60-year-old woman, born on April 2, 1960. Sun-hee stood at a modest height of 5 feet 3 inches, weighing around 125 pounds, with short, stylishly cropped black hair—a typical Korean pixie cut that exuded both elegance and efficiency. Her piercing dark brown eyes carried wisdom and warmth, speaking of a life rich with experiences. "Wait here, I be back, I get thing for hair cut," she said in broken English, intending to convey her brief departure. What she meant to say was, "Please wait here, I'll be right back with the supplies for your haircut." Her English was colored with the gentle lilt of her native language, making her words sound like a soothing melody. Timmy nodded and, as five-year-olds are wont to do, became immediately curious about his surroundings. He slipped off his shoes and socks, his tiny feet feeling the coolness of the polished floor as he padded around the barbershop. Suddenly, he felt the urgent need to use the bathroom, and he innocently called out in a lisp, "I need to gowo potty!" Assuming the hallway would lead him to the restroom, Timmy walked with his head up, admiring the photographs on the walls. He miscalculated a step and stumbled, tripping over something that sent him sprawling. Looking down, he realized he had tripped over Sun-hee's platform sandals. In his clumsy attempt to rise, his tiny feet slipped into the sandals. Before he could react, Timmy felt a strange tingling sensation. As he tried to remove the sandals, he noticed with growing horror his body beginning to change. His small feet started to crack and age, morphing into more mature, feminine feet, complete with the same emerald green nail polish that adorned Sun-hee’s toes. It was not red but a rich shade of green that now mirrored hers. Frantic, Timmy tugged at the sandals, loosening them slightly and slowing the transformation. However, the changes crept up his legs, altering him more with each passing second. His head and face began to shift, his once cherubic features transforming into those of Sun-hee Kim. "I'm going to miss mommy and grandma so much, and I didn't do anything wrong, I just had to potty!" Timmy lisped through growing sobs, only for the words to come out garbled and sounding more like Sun-hee’s broken English. In his heart, a sudden realization took root—he felt older than his grandmother and much older than his mother and aunt. Tears welled up in his eyes as he cried, his small voice changing with each tear shed. He worriedly started singing a lullaby his mother had always taught him for comfort, "You are my sunshine…," his voice trailing off as his memories began to alter. Suddenly, the song morphed into a traditional Korean folk song—"Arirang." The words melted into his perception, his voice now singing, "Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo..." As the transformation completed, Timmy’s body matured into that of Sun-hee Kim, an identical outfit forming around him, minus the jewelry, wedding ring, and platform sandals. His voice and accent fully transformed, he cried out once more, "I'm gonna miss mommy and auntie and grandma so much!" but it emerged as, “I am go miss mommy and auntie and grandma so much,” in Sun-hee’s voice. Utterly transformed, she remembered none of her past life as memories of Timmy evaporated. She now only knew herself as Sun-hee Kim. With a melancholic smile, Sun-hee observed her bare feet and the borrowed platform sandals on the floor. She stepped forward, adding each piece of jewelry and her wedding ring to her outfit with careful precision. Sun-hee remembered taking off her jewelry earlier, as her slip of memory aligned with the reality that explained why she wasn’t wearing them during the transformation. “Wonder what I doing?” she murmured to herself, meaning to say, "I wonder what I was doing," as she tightened up the platform sandals, still unable to comprehend the bizarre occurrence. Looking at herself in the mirror, she admired her wedding ring and said aloud, "I so short platform sandal no help I wear them to be taller but I still short." She fondly recalled her husband, Min-soo, her daughters, Ji-woo and Hana. Singing a soft Korean lullaby, she smiled with contentment reflecting on her cherished family. As she continued cleaning and organizing the salon, Sun-hee started singing another traditional Korean song—an audible anchor to her heritage. “Lock the shop now, go home,” she mused aloud in broken English, wrapping up her day and feeling the cool night air brushing against her legs. Locking the door, she felt a twinge of vulnerability while walking home. Nervously, she hummed to herself trying to gain courage. As she strolled, a particular sight caught her eye—a white woman with brilliantly red hair. Mesmerized, Sun-hee murmured, "Red hair, seem like… Hanbok ribbon,” attempting to compare it to something familiar from her culture. Nervous in the dark, Sun-hee whispered to herself in Korean, seeking comfort. Once home, she entered the unusually quiet house, calling out, "Hello, everyone here? Min-soo? Ji-woo? Hana?" She felt the cold breeze against her legs as the silence greeted her back. Walking towards a hallway mirror, Sun-hee smiled at her reflection, chuckling, “No bad looking for sixty years old. I remember learn speak English in year 1980. I go school in Korea at Seoul National in year 1975.” She reached up to a high shelf but couldn't reach the top even on her tiptoes, sighing in defeat. “Oh, I wish no home alone. I really want vase from top shelf if only Min-soo here or Ji-woo or Hana. I steel tall dan… Gwee…yneth Patrow or Scarlet Jo…han…son,” she said, mispronouncing the names in her broken English. Sighing, she pondered, “I no understand why American like eat hamburger and drink soda. Why no eat kimchi and drink soju instead?” As she gazed down at her platform sandals, memories of the first time she wore them to feel taller flashed before her mind. She vividly recalled receiving them as a gift on her 30th birthday before deciding, somewhat unwittingly, to go to bed in her current attire. Dreaming of her Korean childhood, high school days in a traditional uniform, and recent family life, Sun-hee jerked awake suddenly, exclaiming, "I forget what dream was!” before drifting back to sleep. The next morning, Sun-hee prepared for another busy day at the salon. Opening up, she sat idly behind the desk when the bell above the door chimed. A young white woman entered, and Sun-hee jumped up to greet her eagerly. “Hello, come sit, I help,” she said, motioning to the chair. The young woman, Amelia Weston, a 22-year-old with strawberry blonde hair and bright green eyes, looked down at Sun-hee’s platform sandals with delight. “Oh, I love your shoes! They’re so cute!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with youthful admiration. Sun-hee laughed warmly, saying, "Thank you," in her broken English, blissfully unaware of and with no memory of her previous life as little Timmy Harris.
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