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Reason #10 - They Still Have Their Christmas Lights Up Reason #9 - More Red Lights Than The Law Allows Reason #8 - Coalbillies Reason #7 - Even The Laundromat Closed Reason #6 - Main Street Mama's Reason #5 - WVW High School, what a dump! Reason #4 - Time Warp Reason #3 - Dive Bars Reason #2 - Plymouth's Outstanding Cuisine
THE #1 REASON NOT TO GO TO PLYMOUTH
It's The Home Of Hennabonics
It took some time but we are down to the #1 Reason Not To Go To Plymouth. You have been waiting on pins and needles to see what was on top and believe me its not a Main Street Mama. The #1 Reason Not To Go To Plymouth is because it is the home of Hennabonics. If you are not familiar with Hennabonics, it is the butchering of the English language by the Coalbillies of NEPA. Words like Dis, Dat, Dose, Dem and of course henna are used instead of the real words of this, that, those, them and isn't it. The slack jawed, heavy tongued Coalbillies can't pronounce the letter T so they substitute the letter D instead. As far as I can tell, Plymouth or Plimmit (Thanks Stephen Albert) is the home where Hennabonics originated. It started here because the letter T required front teeth and the Coalbillies of Plymouth had none. They substituted the letter D because it only requires you to press your tongue on your upper pallet for pronunciation. Go ahead, try them both and you will see I am correct.
With the creation of Hennabonics came the great migration of 1822 when the Coalbillies of Plymouth branched out and later settled in Edwardsville and the hills of Larksville. This was the first expansion of Hennabonics. In 1894, the Coalbillies of Plymouth discovered the use of tools (many years after the Neanderthal) which helped them to carve out primitive canoes to cross the Susquehanna River. This event was called Dat Der Crossin. Not to be confused with Frank Crosin. With the crossing of the river, Hennabonics quickly spread over the Northeastern part of Pennsylvania and the rest is history. If you would really like an education on Hennabonics, go to YouTube and search Hennabonics. This short video will give you all you need if you ever have a reason to go to Plymouth. Of course, I would recommend that you just stay clear. You may end up like Dis here slack jawed caveman wit out dem dere teet....henna!
Reason #10 - They Still Have Their Christmas Lights Up Reason #9 - More Red Lights Than The Law Allows Reason #8 - Coalbillies Reason #7 - Even The Laundromat Closed Reason #6 - Main Street Mama's Reason #5 - WVW High School, what a dump! Reason #4 - Time Warp Reason #3 - Dive Bars
Reason #2 - Plymouth's Outstanding Cuisine
It's been a long haul as we approach the #1 Reason Not To Go To Plymouth. I was torn when I got down to the Top 2 Reasons and had to consult Funk and Wagnels in the pickle jar on the back porch. Even that did not help me. This morning I drove down Main Street to see if something jumped out at me and boy did it ever. No, it was not a Main Street Mama or a Coalbilly. It was a sign that said, Mothers Day Buffet This Sunday. So, what is so special about that? It struck a chord with me because the sign was hung up at Happy Pizza. I immediately thought that without a doubt the #2 Reason Not To Go To Plymouth is the Cuisine. Whoever heard of a Mothers Day Brunch at a pizza place? Only in Plymouth! I immediately went home and informed my wife that we will be going there on Mothers Day and that I better call to make the reservation today! NOT! I would expect that this brunch will be packed to the gills with Coalbillies stuffing their faces with pizza, wings and stromboli. You can see it now, faces covered in wing sauce. Shirts stained with pizza droppings. It is one for the ages! Again, only in Plymouth.
Speaking of cuisine, Plymouth is the home town of one of the gassiest, fat filled, artery clogging festivals known to mankind. Yep, the infamous Kielbasa Festival. Every year, throngs of people flock to this god forsaken land to pack their pie holes with kielbasa of all kinds. There is smoked, fresh, beer and cheese kielbasa which will be washed down with a tall cold Keystone Lite. They even have kielbasa on a stick. Don't get me wrong, I love kielbasa, but I wouldn't have a festival for it. In case you don't know, here are the nutritional or should I say lack of nutritional facts about kielbasa. These are the numbers in one link or 75 grams of this glorious meat.
Clearly a heart attack ready to happen. Along with a 6 pack of Keystone Light or Bud, a cerebral hemorrhage is surely in the future. So, if you are thinking of packing the family up to go out for a meal, DO NOT GO TO PLYMOUTH!
Reason #10 - They Still Have Their Christmas Lights Up Reason #9 - More Red Lights Than The Law Allows Reason #8 - Coalbillies Reason #7 - Even The Laundromat Closed Reason #6 - Main Street Mama's Reason #5 - WVW High School, what a dump! Reason #4 - Time Warp
Reason #3 - Dive Bars
Amongst other vile and horrible things, Plymouth is well known for the number of dive bars that are available on the Main Street. It was once said that you could not go up one side of Main St and then down the other while stopping in for a shot in each and every tavern. Nothing rivals Main Street in Plymouth for dive bars per square foot, not even Edwardsville. The lineup of dumps includes Bottle Caps, End Zone, Mergo's, Old Tyme Tavern, Leo's and Maxies. A list of roach infested dives if I ever saw one. Of course, all of these places are hangouts for the Coalbillies. The no toothed, slack jawed Coalbillies stagger in and out of these places more often than they change their underwear. Wait a minute, do they even wear underwear? That is a sight I do not want to see! Anyway, my recommendation to you is DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT go to Plymouth to partake in a libation or two. If you do and you ask for a tall cold one, they may serve up Uncle Verne's cold corpse for a little fun. If you are a daring enough, try the Plymouth Dive walk to see if you can make it!
As I sit here and reflect back on Easter's past, I can only wonder what has happened to Easter. Back in the day as they say, no stores were open, everyone dressed up and went to church and kids charged downstairs to find a bounty of candy in their Easter baskets. Now a days, stores like Turkey Hill are open all day and kids find presents, not candy in their baskets. What the hell is this all about? Since when has the traditions of Easter changed? By the way, I will not refer to Spring Spheres in this Gripe!
Let's start with the stores. The greedy companies like Turkey Hill claim that they have to be open in case people need gas or a last minute item. What they fail to realize is that a person or persons must be working on this holiday. I think that just plain SUCKS! I say if you haven't gassed up or you forgot something at the store TOUGH SHIT! You are the idiot, not the poor bastard working on Easter. Oh by the way, that person at the Hill is probably part time and making minimum wage to be there in case you forgot something. I say do without and show stores that you don't need them on holidays. To sum it up, corporate greed trumps the most holiest of holidays.
Now on to these kids. When did the Easter Bunny open a factory in the South Pole to make toys to bring to the kids? This is Santa's job. If there was an elf union, they would have filed a grievance against the bunny and his workers. As I write this I wonder what kind of workers does the Easter Bunny have? Maybe the Bunny has a huge factory in China. Everything else is made there! By the way, the elves would have won in a court of law. Why all of a sudden is candy not good enough? I'll tell you why, because our kids are spoiled and get exactly what they want. I will tell you that I am guilty as charged. When I was a kid you got candy and you liked it. If you asked for a toy your parents would say you have to wait until your birthday or Christmas. I was thrilled to see my basket filled with candy on Easter morning. I just don't get it. My wife went out shopping on Easter Saturday and saw parents buying a bike for their kid for Easter. ARE YOU KIDDING ME! A bike! That is the big Christmas gift that you can't ride because it is either too cold out or there is snow on the ground.
To sum it all up, let's get back to the basics. Close all the stores on the holidays and get your kids candy for Easter. Maybe if we all go back to the basics in our everyday lives, things will get easier. You won't have to fight the other shoppers for that tough to find gift twice a year. Let's keep that struggle for Christmas.
HAPPY EASTER TO ALL OF MY GRIPE FOLLOWERS.
Tomorrow we are back with the final 3 Reasons Not To Go To Plymouth.
A post Easter side note: Last night after all of the Easter festivities ended, I settled back into my recliner in anticipation of watching The Ten Commandments. As I scoured the 300 plus channels of pure garbage, I quickly realized that this classic Easter movie was not on. ARE YOU FREAKIN KIDDING ME! No Ten Commandments, no Chuck Heston, no So Let It Be Written, So Let It Be Done uttered by Yul Brenner! I couldn't believe it! What the hell is happening out there? How can you end Easter without The Ten Commandments. Cecil B. DeMille is spinning in his grave.
We went through the delousing unit. We got sprayed with bug spray. We got our hair combed with the lice comb. Just when we thought we had the parasite out of our hair, he reemerges once again. Thom "The Tick" is back in the news. If you can remember back in August 2010, "The Tick" had allegedly wired $41,911.00 in checks over to the county to cover some, and I say some of the back taxes he owed on his properties. "The Tick" claimed he never sent over the money and someone else must have done it. After an investigation by the U.S. Attorney's Office, our man "The Tick" has been vindicated. They said he did not pay the back taxes, therefore his checks did not bounce.
Now, all of us here at The Gripe knew that the parasite did not send over the dough. He couldn't have done it because he does not pay his taxes some on time like the rest of us. He only pays up when the heat is turned up on him. Something like when you put a lit cigarette on your skin to make a tick pop off. The Feds determined that the checks were not sent over from "The Ticks" account and that someone else perpetrated the transaction. NO DUH! Again, this tapeworm has cost the taxpayers more money and as I see it will continue to do so until he gets his way. He is like a child throwing a tantrum in the store. They will keep it going until you either get them what they want or spank them on the ass. Of course I say we throttle his ass.
On a quick side note, the Feds have also determined that the person who sent over the illegal transactions will not be prosecuted. WHAT! They committed the crimes of fraud and identity theft! How can they not be prosecuted. As much as "The Tick" makes me crawl, he is actually right to be pissed that the Feds will not try to send this person up the river. This makes me wonder who it was? I think the Republicans are blaming Obama for this one. Of course, the hookworm Greco thinks that the FBI is trying to get back at him for not reporting that Skrep refused to pay for the TV's. Here we go again with those TV's. Let's blame Skrep and the TV's. Of course it couldn't be "The Tick"! Anyway, when will we finally get rid of this crawling parasite? My guess would be no time soon. He will surface again as an irritant to the city of Wilkes-Barre, Luzerne County and all of us, the taxpayers. I say, buy him a one way bus ticket and send him packing. This is one taxpayer who is sick and tired of footing his bills. Pay your taxes you god damned parasite!
Tomorrow, a special Easter Gripe and then the final 3 Reasons Not To Go To Plymouth.
Reason #10 - They Still Have Their Christmas Lights Up Reason #9 - More Red Lights Than The Law Allows Reason #8 - Coalbillies Reason #7 - Even The Laundromat Closed Reason #6 - Main Street Mama's Reason #5 - WVW High School, what a dump!
Reason #4 - Time Warp
When approaching Plymouth from either side of Main Street, you immediately notice that something is wrong. The entire look and feel of the town is off for some reason. That reason is simple. As you enter Plymouth, you are grabbed and pulled into a vortex which sends you back in time to 1968. Other than a few businesses like Dunkin Donuts and Turkey Hill, the town of Plymouth has looked the same for the past 40 plus years. Run down store fronts, old telephone poles and dive bars litter the Main Street as they did in the 60's. Sport Jes, Reds Subs and Max L. Fainberg Furniture are still there even though they never look to be opened. I know for a fact that Sport Jes is still in business. As for the other two, who knows. Every time I go through Plymouth they look to be closed. It is always a mystery.
Speaking of mysteries, Plymouth is shrouded in mystery. As you enter and approach the center of town, you are thrown out of the vortex and brought right back into the 21st century. Smack dab in the middle is a brand new Turkey Hill as well as a state of the art Dunkin Donuts. Go figure? The center of Plymouth is like the eye of the hurricane. Everything appears to be somewhat normal. However, once you leave the eye, you are once again thrust back into the time warp. Plymouth is an enigma. It is a one of a kind. It is Plymouth!
Reason #10 - They Still Have Their Christmas Lights Up Reason #9 - More Red Lights Than The Law Allows Reason #8 - Coalbillies Reason #7 - Even The Laundromat Closed Reason #6 - Main Street Mama's
Reason #5 - WVW High School, what a dump!
When driving down Main Street going South, you will come across a big building on your right that looks like it belongs in Southern California in 1984. It is white with lots of glass and curved architecture. This building is the Wyoming Valley West High School or as I like to call it, the Plymouth Taj Mahal. It was built back in 1977 with the first graduating class leaving the new Taj Mahal in 1978. I call it the Taj Mahal because you drive through dumpy Main Street in Plymouth only to find this opening with a huge new building sitting back from the road. It sticks out like a bar of gold in a pile of garbage. No one really knows why they built it in the god forsaken town of Plymouth. The word has always been that the school board members from Plymouth, Larksville, Edwardsville, Courtdale and Pringle ganged up on the Kingston and Forty Fort members and voted in favor of "The Taj" to be built in Plymouth. This I cannot confirm. As for the architecture, it seems appealing to the eye, however the curved front is not very practical especially when it snows. In fact, this past winter a teacher got drilled with a pile of falling ice and snow and was almost knocked unconscious. Southern California yes, NEPA a big fat NO!
From the outside, the building looks pretty good. However, take a trip to the inside and you will be astounded at what you see. When you first walk in you will see an open lobby area that looks pretty good. You think, not too bad. However, if you explore deeper into the bowels of the building you will find ceiling tiles falling down, paint chipped and peeling as well as old desks and chairs for the students to sit in. Not a very good atmosphere for the education process. Can you imagine a school from out of town coming to play a basketball game, run track or swim in a meet and driving down Main Street with all the Main Street Mama's and run down businesses along the way. It is an embarrassment to the school district. They must all look at each other on the bus and say, "Holy Shit, this is a dump"! Unfortunately, the school has been let go somewhat and it is located in a dump of a town....Plymouth. Every time I go over to the high school, I shake my head and say to myself, "What a dump"! I also feel my bowels wanting to move as well.
Reason #10 - They Still Have Their Christmas Lights Up Reason #9 - More Red Lights Than The Law Allows Reason #8 - Coalbillies Reason #7 - Even The Laundromat Closed
Reason #6 - Main Street Mama's
When driving through the town of Plymouth, you will most likely be exposed to one of the most horrible things known to the eyes of humanity. This creature is so vile and so hideous that most humans will turn to stone at just the sight of it. No, its not the Medusa of Greek mythology. It is the infamous Main Street Mama. The Main Street Mama or MAM for short can be seen roaming the Main Street of Plymouth dressed is atrocious attire such as halter tops, short shorts and worn out flip flops. Now to the casual observer, this may sound pretty good. However, the MAM usually tips the scales at 200 pounds plus. A creature of this magnitude should never be dressed in a halter top and short shorts. To top it off, the MAM is usually without a breast support devise (a.k.a. a bra) and teeth which makes this misfit of nature even more terrifying. This is the factor which makes a man turn to stone once he gazes upon the MAM. Make no mistake, when driving through Plymouth, make sure you keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel. If you deviate your line of vision to one of these MAM's, you will never be the same again.
Reason #10 - They Still Have Their Christmas Lights Up Reason #9 - More Red Lights Than The Law Allows Reason #8 - Coalbillies
Reason #7 - Even The Laundromat Closed
We are back on track after the Easter Egg abomination with the #7 Reason Not To Go To Plymouth. Plymouth is so bad, even the laundromat closed up shop. Whoever heard of a town without a laundromat. Not this reporter! Of course since its closing several years ago, the building still remains empty rotting from the foundation up. It is shocking that the windows have not been smashed out and plywood put in their place. So, what does this closing really mean. I'll tell you, it means the Coalbillies of Plymouth will be dirtier than ever or they all stole some washing machines. I am leaning toward the dirtier option since there is a stench that rises from the Main St. of Plymouth on hot muggy days. People blame the river, but now we know the real truth. The town of Plymouth has numerous bars, a Dunkin Donuts and a new Turkey Hill, but no freakin laundromat. Its unheard of in modern times. Shit, even Edwardsville has a laundromat. They (Edwardsville) don't use it to clean clothes though, but it does serve as a great hang out spot. Let's hope they don't give the Coalbillies of Plymouth any ideas. Happy Pizza would go out of business.
Yesterday when I read this story I almost went berserk. The blood rushed into my head, I got dizzy with rage and had to be restrained. I was so angry that I immediately knew that I had to interrupt my 10 Reasons Not To Go To Plymouth segment and get this story out. Well, hold on to your hats because here it is.
A school in Seattle Washington will not allow their children to call Easter Eggs by their correct name which is Easter Eggs. Teachers are requiring their students to now call them, "Spring Spheres". That's right, "Spring Spheres". Are you FREAKIN' KIDDING ME! "Spring Spheres"? As I write this GRIPE I can tell that my blood pressure is rising as the rage pulses through my veins! "Spring FREAKIN' Spheres"! This is an outrage against humanity. Brightly colored eggs have been called Easter Eggs for the past 2500 years.
The history of the egg (from Wikipedia) dates back to The ancient Zoroastrians who painted eggs for Nowrooz, their New Year celebration, which falls on the Spring equinox. It is widely used as a symbol of the start of new life, just as new life emerges from an egg when the chick hatches out. The egg is seen by followers of Christianity as a symbol of resurrection: while being dormant it contains a new life sealed within it. In the Orthodox and Eastern Catholic Churches, Easter eggs are dyed red to represent the blood of Christ, shed on the Cross, and the hard shell of the egg symbolized the sealed Tomb of Christ—the cracking of which symbolized his resurrection from the dead.
Know that you know the history, let me say this. I am sick and tired of all this politically correct crap! The brightly colored eggs are Easter Eggs, Manger Scenes should be displayed at Christmas and a short person is just plain short, not vertically challenged. I could go on and on and on but I won't. Actually I may in the future. This nonsense of calling Easter Eggs "Spring Spheres" is unacceptable! It's time we all say enough is enough and rise up to stop this crap. I am sick and tired of everybody's feelings getting hurt. Suck it up, grow a set and do what's right. As the old saying goes, "Call a spade a spade". Now that phrase may offend some people, but when I grew up it meant stop beating around the bush and tell it like it is. That's it! The ACLU can go "F" themselves. I am calling Easter Eggs just that.....EASTER EGGS....EASTER EGGS! Next thing you know we will have to call Santa Claus the winter visitor!
Reason #10 - They Still Have Their Christmas Lights Up Reason #9 - More Red Lights Than The Law Allows
Reason #8 - Coalbillies
Without any doubt, the town of Plymouth is the Coalbilly capitol of the world. Now you are probably asking, "What is a Coalbilly"? A Coalbilly is a cross between a hillbilly and a resident of NEPA. You can spot a Coalbilly by his or her lack of teeth, dirty unfashionable clothes and verbal dialect. A true Coalbilly will use words like, hanna (isn't it), dis(this), dat(that), daer (there), dem (them), deess (these) and ain't (isn't). A typical sentence may sound like, "I ain't gonna go down to dat, daer Turkey Hill for a pack of deess here smokes, hanna?
Coalbillies can also be spotted by the vehicles they drive. Most Coalbillies drive beat up Chevy's or old rotting pickup trucks. In both cases, there is no sign of a muffler. The Coalbilly can usually be seen with the window down and a cigarette in hand while driving. Make no mistake here, when he or she is done with their "smoke", the butt will be flicked out the window with the accuracy of a sharpshooter. The Coalbilly is deadly with a butt at 100 yards! Coalbillies in pickups are also often seen with what appears to be garbage in the truck bed. I say appears, because to them it is gold! They can furnish an entire house from top to bottom from the bed of their pickup truck! Coalbillies can be seen at times lurking in the dark of night outside their home town grabbing old furniture from curb sides. The Coalbilly truck is often painted in multiple colors so it cannot be easily identified by law enforcement.
If you are interested in studying the ever present Coalbilly, just jump in the car and head to Plymouth. I would strongly recommend not to, however if you must, their population is centered mostly around Main Street but can also be found on the side streets. They can be seen here day and night, dragging on a smoke and yelling to their kin folk. A word of caution. Coalbillies have been known to be armed and dangerous.
Reason #10 - They Still Have Their Christmas Lights Up
Reason #9 - More Red Lights Than The Law Allows
If you have ever driven down Main Street in Plymouth you will quickly notice that there is a traffic light on just about every corner. I would estimate that Main Street is about 10 blocks long and there are at least 6 traffic lights. I have been stopped by red lights often in Shawnee town and not one single car has come out of the side street. Why in the hell do they have so many lights? I can't fathom a reason for so many damn lights. I guess they figure the morons that live there can't handle a little traffic. What other reason could it be? Maybe they don't know what the word STOP means on the red signs. Like lab rats, they only respond to colors. Whatever the reason, I loath driving through this town in part because of all the red lights.
Tomorrow, reason #8 for not going to Plymouth.
On a side note, I went through Plymouth today and guess what? You got it! They finally took down the Christmas lights. I guess when the temperature goes above 60 degrees the lights go down.
One day I had the misfortune of driving through the town of Plymouth. As I sat at one of the red lights I thought to myself, Why would anyone want to come to Plymouth? Of course that immediately got my mind racing with reasons which led me to the latest series here on the R2G. Last week I said I would do it, so here it is. Ten days and ten reasons why you do not want to go to Plymouth.
It's April and they still have their Christmas decorations up. Yes, it must be Christmas all year around in Plymouth. As you enter the town from either end on Main Street, you will see the big Happy Holidays banner lights strung across the road. They also still have their telephone poll lights up which consist of large light up snowflakes. Every time I drive through Plymouth I expect to see a dirty drunk Santa Claus with a bottle of Jack and a dozen wings waving to the cars. Listen up Plymouth.....TAKE DOWN THE DAMN CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS YOU LAZY BASTARDS!
Our good buddy, Thom "The Tick" Greco is back in the news and I am outraged. Poor little "Tick" is filing a federal lawsuit against numerous Kings College, Luzerne County and Wilkes-Barre City officials alleging that they shut down his business The Mines because it caters to minorities. WHAT! WHAT! Are you freakin' kidding me! I almost blew off the top of my head when I heard this one! I had to sit down and take a deep breath when the news came over to The Gripe! The lawsuit, filed this morning, also alleges an FBI agent leaked information about a criminal investigation into Greco in order to hamper business dealings he had with the city. The action was taken in retaliation because Greco had threatened to sue over continued harassment designed to shut down The Mines, the suit alleges.
Let me just say this. The Mines is nothing but a rat hole and deserves to be shut down. It is a scum pit filled with low life cretins, the clientele that Thom "The Tick" loves to feed off of. If I was Kings College I wouldn't want this sewer pipe of a business anywhere near my campus. Back in February 2010, a juvenile girl aged 13 was seen coming out of The Mines all drunk-ed up and was subsequently charged with underage drinking and public drunkenness. The manager of The Mines claims she was not granted entrance to the nightclub and had gotten drunk somewhere else. SURE SHE DID! Also a few months back The Gripe reported that "The Tick" would not be able to open The Mines Nightclub and Museum because the sprinkler system was not up to code. And let's not forget the $400,000 county loan for The Mines that "Tapeworm Thom" defaulted on because he did not agree with some of the payment terms. I think he should have thought about that before he took the loan. First National Bank ended up paying off this loan at the tune of $352,089. Shit, I don't agree with the payment terms of my mortgage so does that mean I don't have to pay it? It looks like this slob is getting away without paying off the loan.
I have to ask all of you, why doesn't the County and the City of Wilkes-Barre squash this guy like a bug. Lets throw his sorry parasitic ass out of town once and for all. Once again, Thom "The Tick" is going to cost the taxpayers a bundle with a frivolous lawsuit. I say let's delouse this parasite and send him up the river without a paddle. By the way, hey Thom can you get me a TV set?
Starting on Monday April 11th, The Right To Gripe will have a 10 day series on the town of Plymouth. It will be the 10 Reasons Not To Go To Plymouth.
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I am sick and tired of the drug dealer's here in Luzerne County. These scum bags come into our county from New York and Philadelphia to peddle their crap. What else that kills me is that everyone in the neighborhoods that the drug dealers live in know who they are. Why don't the cops know and round these ass hats up and put them in the crowbar hotel. It drives me insane. It's time we get these heroine and crack dealers the hell out of here. Maybe some vigilanty justice is in order here.
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This weeks winner is Jamal Wilson of Wilkes-Barre. According to police, Jamal "The Jerk" punched and kicked his pregnant girlfriend in the head because she was drinking alcohol. Way to go you numb skull. Punching and kicking your girlfriend is better that her drinking while she is pregnant. Wilson was arrested on charges of simple assault and taken to the lock up.
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