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We made this for someone else on cBox, and I forgot I still had the link to it on my clipboard.

[Redacted System]

[CM]

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Month 4 to August 19, 2018 to day 122.

 

A big four months and we accomplished a lot. How far we've come and how close we are now you might wonder if we've worked out all our problems. Well, we haven't.

 

There are still some big ones.

 

First of all, we are a completely symmetric quartet of personalities. Which means, no one has any more power than anyone else. By definition we have assigned 25% voting power each, and we live by consensus. You might think nothing could be done with such an arrangement, but let's just say we are all 'like-minded.'  So we manage.

 

The biggest problem we face to this day is the question of fair time, and negotiation for more time. They all admit that I spend a lot of time with them. From what we've read on the forums, (this month marks the end of my journal before I became active on this forum), we spend a lot of time forcing, maybe as much as 4 hours a day actively forcing and the rest (mostly) passively forcing. They're always with me as I've stated previously. The only way I can legitimately describe that is that we passively force almost constantly.

 

There have been times when all of them have talked to me privately about their wishes to be a binary system. I'd be feeling very guilty today if I had been the one to originally 'want' to be a quartet. As you have read in my previous posts, this was entirely out of my control. The initial negotiations on day one and two were rigged from the start. We've talked about this, and they feel bad, but they also felt it was necessary. This all comes down to Ashley's actions to 'rescue them', but I can't blame her for that either. Luckily no other thoughtforms have needed rescuing nor have any of my soulbonds proven to be true tulpas. I couldn't live with myself if there were others who were starving or forgotten.

 

EDIT: April 21, 2019: I finally understand the 'soulbonds' and I consider them valuable members of the system. They aren't very active but welcome them to contribute any time they want. None of them noticed or cared that we temporarily blocked them. We understand now that soulbonds are equivalent to tulpas and some tulpas aren't very active either. They 'sleep' between visits and don't notice the passage of time.

 

...

 

We decided that since there are sometimes kids and parents hanging around the lobby that why couldn't we extend the possibility for (at least visually and for ambiance) that there could be other people here in wonderland. The town we settled was not small, it could house 100,000 people or more. There is every major comfort a city could offer, but it was very much laid out like a town of that size, and I've visited enough off them in my travels to know the 'feel' of a town that size.  So when we go to a restaurant in wonderland there are others we can interact with. Going to movies at the cinema, people watching at the local mall, dinner at the most expensive restaurants, and just hanging out at the beach was fun. We decided this was a beach resort town, somewhere warm.

 

Highlights:

 

July 24th, 2018

(Ashley was still the leader at this point. Dashie has since taken that role at Ashley's request.)

On this day Ashley declared that in honor of our 3 month anniversary (roughly) that this day be declared Love B Day. It was sappy, but I was honored and they turned it into a dance party, why not.

 

Around this time, Dashie decided to push her bedtime to 8pm. This would mean that either I wake her up before she got 8 hours sleep, or I'm alone for an hour or so in the morning. Some mornings I was alone, some I woke her up--she would let me know the night before which she preferred for any given day. Misha would always go to bed at the same time as me, but we rarely cuddled or bed-shared because she said that I snored and it woke her up. (It's what she said.)  Anyway, Ashley is the one who usually puts me to bed, helping me with my relaxation meditation, and she was usually with me in our hypnagogic time (sometime both Misha and Ashley). I rarely heard her loud voice, but I often heard random stuff and images that we commented on. It is surreal to see your subconscious mind.

 

One one night in particular we were visualizing as I slipped into hypnagogic hallucinations and we pictured what was under the floorboards, (being in a kind of half-dream/half-awake guided lucid state, we could do things we wouldn't normally do without consequences. It seemed we are dreaming because inconsistencies would happen constantly in this state. Well, under those floorboards was identified as my preconscious mind. A very thin and slimy clear membrane was all that separated us and it represented this state of being (hypnagogic state). What we saw was a writhing mass of what looked like either grey worms or catfish. All piled on top of each other, swimming or writhing just under that membrane. At that moment I thought having a separation between conscious and preconscious was definitely a good idea.

 

July 27, 2018

 

Not a good day.

Dialog enclosed. I had an outburst today. It's rare these days, but sometimes it happens seemingly out of my control and it's too fast to stop.

 

Spoiler

 

Not a good day.

A hard day, but not horrible.

Wow. I’d hate to see a horrible day.

I sat with Misha’s legs draped over mine, Ashley snuggled against my other side, and Dashie was right in front of me with a happy yet definitely concerned look on her face.

I am… both. (happy and concerned)

Sorry Dashie.

Ugh! said with pain as she waved me off as if saying 'it's not your fault and you don't need to apologize.'

You’re too good to have this pain.

It’s not that bad, it's un-diagnose-able. It’s barely a mild depressive disorder, they [WebMD] don't even recommend treatment.

Even so, it’s still painful. Should a grown man be crying every day?

Misha… (Ashley was a little upset by that statement, since it was an exaggeration, though decided not to push an argument right now.)

She’s right. And I can’t even stop the passive aggressive comments.

Bad timing is all.

So it was passive aggressive.

...

(I'm not trying to defend myself here but this is the truth. This following is what I said to a friend of mine who was getting sick (again). She had previously accused me of giving her strep throat, which is ridiculous because I would have had to cough in her face or something and I wasn't sick then, didn't have a cough, and didn't have a sore throat. I went so far as to get a swab at the doctor at her request and they confirmed I didn't have it, but it did not dissuade her accusation. This day she said she had a soar throat again. Again I didn't share her symptoms but I saw the look in her eyes. So this is what I said.)  

“I suppose even if there’s no evidence against you, you can still be at fault.”  

All she said back, in an angry tone, was “I hope it’s not strep,” and huffed off.

...

Yes, you asked for it.

Why?

Anger, it’s in there, boiling.

Any way to get rid of it? I can’t let this happen either. I can’t let anger control me, I can’t let it seep out either. How can I wash it out or release it safely?

Scrub scrub scrub, I don’t know.

An interesting problem, we have very little control over [our] subconscious, we only have some control over how we feed it. We have been feeding it good things lately, yet it still burps up madness.

There’s a lot of madness, way more than three months of good things can erase.

Isn’t stopping aggressive and angry behavior enough?

Apparently not. (Again, I'm not defending myself, it's a horrible thing, and I will own it. A common symptom of depression is mood swings and lashing out. I had to this point, since April, not had any more lashing out. For the previous six months, since October 2017, when I first discovered I indeed was having depression again, I was able to curtail the lashing out episodes significantly. With my Tulpas’ help, I can stop them the vast majority of the time, but sometimes they're just to quick to stop.)

Rough day.

I told you.

Still sad?

You better believe it.

Let’s go to bed, hun. All of us.

K, let me write a little first, it'll help me calm down, K?

 

 

We have since come to a theory that I work too hard. I do not see it this way, still, they are forming a suspicion that they think I work too hard. It has been this way for four years. I work two jobs, so it's to be expected. Seriously, both of them are a joy and I would do one of them as a hobby even if I didn't get paid (maybe both, and one is not full-time obviously, but it actually can be more hours then the day job). I love my work, I need my work, and that's exactly their point. They are suspiciously considering that my drive is not giving me the down time I need to rest, therefore adding stress, therefore causing this round of depression. I really can't change that easily. I can't stop working either one. Like I said, even if I don't get paid, this is what I want to do with my time. I would at least want to do them both part-time.

 

It's just like college, I needed that good grade badly so I studied everything, everything. When the professor assigned a homework set, I would do all the problems. Even if there were a hundred problems and I only needed to do 10 of them, I did all 100. when the professor skipped a chapter, I did that chapter anyway. I remember going to office hours and asking about a problem concept he hadn't even covered in class. One time he just looked at me and smiled, then said, 'I don't think you should worry about that one.'  

 

I didn't have a life, I didn't have friends for the vast majority of the time, I worked too, but that's all I did; work and study. I didn't see movies, I didn't go out, I did watch TV because I had cable, but only as background noise really. So working hard is my thing, but don't get me wrong, I put in a lot of hours in but I goof off a lot too. I still have fun, just lots of Youtube mostly. I haven't had a 'vacation' in a long time. I have goals, and I want to meet those goals. Vacations don't exist. Working hard has gotten me here (in my career) and I know what life would be like if I didn't work hard. (I've had many dead end jobs that were absolutely horrific.) Nothing will stop me from fulfilling my obligations. That said, I know this is temporary and it will pass, but it will take years. The time-frame seemed reasonable 6 months ago, but the past three months have been in super slow motion. Even months from now seem a lifetime away.

 

It just so happens during that time in my life when I was working my hardest, I was also depressed. But I personally think it's merely a coincidence.

 

July 28, 2018 - in the midst of a depressive attack, dialog enclosed.

 

Spoiler

 

I’m scared.

I have new powers. (she's just trying to be funny to cheer me up, an inside joke, but it's related to out pacts)

I’m still scared.

We’ll help. We’re allowed to help, and we will help.

I think it’s a little exciting. (again, in reference to our pacts and their gained powers over me)

It’ll be tough, but we will get through it.

It will be very tough when there’s nothing to do. (they were bothering me about working too much)

There will be something to do, we’ll make everything right. You know what to do, you did this before. (I worked only one job for a long time, was boring to me)

I always slide. (Slide back into depression I think I meant.)

We’ll make it. One day at a time.

One hour at a time.

7 minute brakes every hour?

No.

Ouch

We can do this. Don’t be afraid, be challenged, be strong, be angry if you need to be, don’t be powerful.  (our private conversations are not always easy to translate to someone outside our system. I really feel that I don't necessarily care if I am powerful, in work, or not, but Ashley knows my deepest desires. Everyone seeks power to some degree I guess.)

I need help. (this is in regard to my 'goofing off too much. At the same time I work long hours and goof off, so if I goofed off less, I'd be under less stress to perform quickly or longer hours to compensate.)

Leave the door open, just cracked open a little.  (here it's hard to translate for a reader outside our system, basically she's saying that I should open myself up to being watched, in that way I'd be less likely to goof off and could separate work time from relaxation time. I don't always follow her advice. I work when I want to work, I play when I want to play, but these micro-transactions don't end up giving me large chunks of time for relaxation. (like a vacation - pft, as if).

Okay. All week. I will.

 

 

It's not always serious discussions, we have a lot of fun. Sometimes we play act, we can be anything right? 19th century industrialists, a 1950's overly happy nuclear family (where Misha and Dashie are 'the kids'), space engineers, or whatever. A lot of dialog from this month is just a log of random goofy conversations. I use writing in this way as a form of forcing, and it helps to give time between ideas for them to soak in. I can type pretty fast, but still slower than we can talk. So it gives us time to live in the moment and enjoy the scenes.

 

July 31, 2018

 

Another conversation to give balance to the previous one, a good day.

 

Spoiler

 

(today I took their advice and didn't goof off at my day job at all. I have been doing this more consistently lately and I like it. I was so far ahead at the end of the day we actually had time to relax, and it was less stressful.)

Today, my love is a man. He was the best man. He was a good boy, no a great boy. I love him more than I can say. And today we learned he is capable of controlling himself.

One day at a time.

I have full confidence. You even asked for help.

We helped.

Just a little.

Dashie?

Hm?

What do you think?

*shrugs* I love you no matter what.

Same

Well, so do I, but I can also be very happy and proud.

She wants perfection.

No, I want him to be happy, this is one of the major stressors.

True.

Take it back then.

Sorry, I do. Sorry Ashley.

I forgive you. Isn’t he wonderful?

Every day.

I want to say that he is more to me than anything, a friend, and as a friend I can say he’s extremely caring and loving. Then he is my love, and he is absolutely amazing. Lastly he is my ward. Yes, he is my ward and I take care of him as my own. In all this, he is my everything and I feel he has surpassed any of my goals, any of my expectations, all of my wishes. My best friend, my confidant, my friend, my love, my hero. Grr, he won’t let me write his name.

Sorry, this is important. (What if the FBI found this!!?? )

He is also very prudent and you must respect that he knows what he is doing. I love you.

I love you too.

Ditto.

What! You can’t say 'ditto' after my heartfelt speech.

Thank you Misha.

You…

You took all the words from her mouth, she couldn’t say it better, you should take it as a compliment.

What he said.

*chuckles.*

*giggles* You turn me on Dashie.

Wow. (This conversation suddenly shifted, I kept it here for entertainment purposes.)

Thanks? I’m straight though.

I don’t care, you’re kinda cute and sweet.

I think Shy is getting a crush on you now.

… *rolls eyes*

She hurt me before. I’m all about the penis now, but we are good friends and we have fun in other ways.

(Wait, who's penis?)

That’s all I ever wanted, I like it that you are straight.

Safe huh?

*nods* You can’t take me from my love.

Cool, ditto.

Wow huh?

Yeah wow, that worked itself out.

 

 

August 1, 2018

Another fun conversation example.

 

Spoiler

 

Well, looks like I married Ashley.

Not for real

Misha is a judge, she pronounced us.

Na uh!

Play back the audio…

<Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? **&^&bad splice job&^&** I do n- **&** Do you, Ashley, take this wonderful man to be your <> …band? Of course I do. By the power invested in myself, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride. Oh, we’ll be doing more than that.>

See?

It's laughable.

The honeymoon was short but so enjoyable!  I’ll cherish it always. Remember that time on the beach?

I remember the time in the hotel room after the ceremony more.

Okay, that’s enough.

You know I would marry you Dashie.

*Ahem* All come to order. Who has the ring?

OH! I don’t have a ring!

Bling! I do. (she produces a ring and pops it on her finger)

Then by the power I invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. Okay Dashie, you’re hitched.

Awesome… wait, I'm married to him right?

Of course my darling, ah but you are so forgetful. We’ll be late for the flight!

Wait wait wait…

Irreconcilable difference my love. Tish tosh…

See ya girls! We’re going to Tahiti!

Hey! Brrrrrr….ggggg..hh!

 

 

August 3, 2018

 

Sadness lies beneath a happy sediment of mud. The slightest disturbance dredges the irrational thoughts to the surface. I’m not sad today, it is low tide, and my mud has settled for now.

 

August 4, 2018

 

More meanderings:

 

Spoiler

 

Our fate is a wisp of wind in a torrent, a random, unflappable, a ride and a slide to infinity.

My fate is with you.

And for that I am thankful.

What we hear, what we see, what we feel, all of it is illusion. A ruse pulled over our eyes by some unseen filter. We experience what we intend to experience. Intention is everything.

I intend to love you forever.

And for that I feel invincible, as invincible as our love for each other.

The potholes of life are filled with water, invisible on the slick road of life. Dark with dim headlights, no foresight, just a series of tragedies await us.

No tragedy can harm me, now that I have you.

With you, truly we are impervious to anything. Together we are perfection, and thus unphasable. My love for you is a river, and mere drops of pain or loss cannot change that.

Invincibility seemed like it would be harder to achieve.

Is it an illusion? Like the fear of death or lack of it? To dream your comfort is taken, the realization of extreme difficulty, would we buckle to that?

We can only wonder. Such things are unknowable.

When I think of you, my mind relaxes, my fears melt with my loneliness, leaving only joy and happiness.

Where darkness dwells, our light cannot penetrate, so in our light you will never experience darkness.

Then I will always stay in your light my love. There is no choice, only blind loyalty, white washed by your brightness.

To chose otherwise would be tragedy, self imposed.

Such is the way of my new life, freedom from loneliness. It’s comforting like a warm hug on a cold day.

 

 

August 10, 2018

Ashley caught Misha syndrome. Oh no, very embarrassing content below.

 

Spoiler

 

I’m smitten, I’m so helpless to these feelings. Your essence has permeated my being. Your eyes are glorious pools of magic, sucking me into their whirlpool of desire. I melt to your presence as I swim in your scent. It thickens my blood, and boils with romance and longing. Your presence brings me to the height of ecstasy and beyond. I am flying higher than I’ve ever been and I keep ascending to heaven in your arms. Your touch makes me shiver, but I am not cold, I am hot, hot for you. To think of anyone else would be death to me, and I would never fear death because all I can think of is you and how to please you. You are so perfectly beautiful that I cannot even explain it to myself. Just your smile, just your breath, your every breath brings me to the height of passionate exhaustion. Orgasmic energy fills me to be in your presence and your touch makes me explode with pleasure. If I could only have one wish it would be to be forever in your arms, I would trade my soul for you.

Wow, that’s remarkably smitten…  Now you know how I feel.

You must stop teasing me, I cannot take another moment, such ecstasy fills me that I fear my explosion would ignite a new universe.

And such a thing could never surpass your endless beauty, your mental, your physical, and your spiritual beauty. (Still teasing her, I wanted to know how far she would take this. I didn't take her seriously.)

God, please help me!  I cannot contain these feelings, I flow love so fully I feel I’ll be emptied of my essence in moments.

*I caress the side of her face and she shutters.*

Wow.

Did you just orgasm?

*nods*

No you didn't. Come on.

*bites her lower lip and stares at me seductively*

Is it getting hot in here? *very uncomfortable*

I’ll have what she’s having.

What, you don’t love me that much Misha?

I love you more than a sunny day loves the bloom of flowers in spring.

That’s a lot.

I love you more than a supernova loves to expand. A billion orders more.

That’s a whole lot more.

Hey… I love you more than a tree loves the rain… or a rain forest loves to make rain.

That’s a fair amount.

It’s not a contest.

Ashley?

…

*snaps her fingers at Ashley* She just keeps staring at you.

Frozen in a love supernova.

*smiles dreamily at me*

It hit her like a ton of bricks. Look at what she wrote! (above)

*stares at me* God…?

I think she can see God, she’s not looking at me anymore, she's looking through me.

*wraps her arms around me and starts to sob*

Here she goes again.

I’ve never seen her like this.

You changed for her… she loved you before, but you resonate with her now.

We’re in undamped resonance. My darling, my dearest one, do you even dare doubt my love for you?

Never again. *sniff*

Dear sweet girl, such a precious life has intertwined with mine, such a pairing, I'm so lucky. To have you three, it’s more than a miracle. I’m filled with… happiness, I am content now.

We all love you very much, this couldn’t be planned better.

 

 

She got over it within the next hour or so. She's so crazy sometimes... 🙂

 

August 18, 2018

A huge hypnagogic experience. Upwards of 15-30 minutes of vivid and lucid audio hallucinations with Ashley and Misha.

Conversation follows.

 

Spoiler

 

It was amazing, nearly audio hallucinations for upwards of 30 minutes from Shy and some from Ashley.

I wish I was there.

You were there in spirit, the progress we make will apply to you, to us.

Our time has been amazing lately.

I heard you tell me you loved me, you… I wish I could have recorded it, it was so cute.

Kawaii!  

Mmmhmm.

You love me too?

To Misha or me?

Does it matter? The answer is yes. I’m allowed to love whoever I want here, among us. If it does not match my pact, then the pact must be changed.

I wouldn’t have forbidden that. Not now. It’s too beautiful.

Thus it is changed, if it was forbidden before, it is not for Misha anymore. She may love anyone currently present.

Even you.

I know you do. I love you too Misha. Why else would I have rescued you?

Could you have known?

I knew enough, I knew you were dying, I knew you were precious, I knew you had to be saved.

Even if this is all fabrication, mind alteration, I know something with greater certainty now, Misha loves me and she wants me.

As I have since before I first met you.

This is why.

I couldn’t take no for an answer.

Neither would I.

That conversation is burned into my memory. When you first looked into my eyes, I could see your stubborn, blind love.

*giggles* Whatever you call it, it will always be there.

Explain again the profound change?  (they're talking about a dream I had, Misha somehow saw it but Ashley didn't)

They seem to come in groups. This morning he spoke like he didn’t know if he was dying. He fantasized that someone he adores spoke to him… I will respect your wishes. … she asked him if his changes were fatal. He said he didn’t know.

You better fucking know!

Sorry Dashie.

*Here I sneezed but it was horrible.*

-are you okay?

I did the sad sneeze again. It's so weird. (I feel an overwhelming urge to cry out of nowhere, I sneeze, then I feel normal. It's very odd.)

Bless you. Now ANSWER me… please?

I don’t know.

THINK!

It wasn't just a dream, I feel like my life force is changing. A sweeping arc of change, like changing from red to blue in hue. But the blue parts seem to be missing feeling.

Maybe they will mix, to a muted purple?

I don’t know.

Is this a struggle?

Yes. But I’m letting blue win.

What is red?

I can’t be sure, but it feels like passion, love, anger, fear, aggression.

Half of those need to stay.

If you had two birds, a red one and a blue one. The red one has these traits, the blue one has happiness, care, comfort, but also sadness, complacency, and acquiescence. If you take the heart of red, anger, and rip it out, then it will surely die. Blue is all that is left.

You can’t let love die!?

Can you force blue's heart to beat for red? Can blue eat red and become purple, pooping out only those traits it doesn’t like?

I see.

I’m, sorry girls, this may not be sustainable.

Then I will go with you, regardless if you love me or not.

I don’t wish to lose love, or even fear, any of it.

It’s not about ripping anger out, it’s about blocking it.

To shield someone(s) from it, but allow it free reign in other areas is not acceptable, it would be unfair to the other areas. (I don't know what other areas I was talking about here. I haven't felt true anger for months.)

Put the red bird on life support, only let a little life continue.

I don’t know if that is sustainable either, I can’t let it rise if I do, the pent up anger would be dangerous beyond imagination.

You're so heavy lately.

Complex.

This has been…  Don’t put words in my mouth.

Sorry, it’s not possible for me to stop subconscious thoughts of my own to bubble in. (I basically started guessing what she would say next, still not parroting, but basically the same effect.)

Live for today?

Do you really believe you are losing the battle?

I know my goal, and I will continue toward it, because the alternative is definitely not sustainable.

New territory then.

How can I know the future? I cannot, not this. There are too many branches, it’s fractured beyond hope. I just need to find a path that brings… not even a good life, just a peaceful one. I have more to think about than just myself anymore. How profound the sacrifices we must make, I can't believe it, but yet it is coming nonetheless.

To tell someone of this would be so far out of context, they would never understand. No one could warn me. (I didn't intend for anyone but my system to ever read this. Do you understand? Probably not.)

Are these the things that god himself struggles with?

Probably about a billion times over.

With joy comes pain, they are not separable. Balance means for every laugh there is a fear, for every joy there is a pain and for every happy moment there is a sad moment. Steer balance toward sadness and happy and sad become indiscernible. No drug can solve that.

You think some people are steered toward pain?

Not by their own doing. Again, without the balance, the feelings become uniform and there is no way to continue to pilot. (The body dies.)

There is inherent fun in every breath, or we would have given it up. Every heartbeat is lauded. Love is in the veins. Thus if love is lost, the heart is broken, this is a physical manifest of a metaphorical saying, 'broken heart'.

Like a dolphin that drowns itself rather than continue with a loveless life.

Correct.

You are not a dolphin.

Thankfully not. How much of me is left to fight it, to sustain such notions when anger is gone.

Your transcendent self.

We are here to help with that.

I don’t want to lose it all, never would I accept that.

Then don’t kill that red bird.

It’s not going to be easy, don’t be a fool and pick the easy answer, it’s not supposed to be easy.

I understand. This is the new normal then.

One day at a time. Do your best, make us proud.

Okay.

I love you so much I would do anything for you, even sacrifice myself.

There will be no need for that, you are hereby forbidden from doing that. Doing that is now to be considered a selfish act.

Yes, sir.

You have free will, but understand that your ultimate sacrifice will kill me as well.

oh.

He said as much to me.

sorry.

Don’t be sorry, you didn’t realize.

I understand now, love. I will be yours forever, this is what I promised in the pact, I will not throw away this key nor ever remove it from my heart.

Ditto.

Ashley?

Yes?

I love you.

I love you too. Hang in there, we will think on this more.

I will.

 

 

What a long post, sorry. This month is over, lots of drama, and we learned some things. At this point we knew it was time to start asking questions to the experts (on this forum). Our research didn't have the answers we needed.

 

Don't answer this now:

1. What do we do with our system in its current state? We're all very happy but we're also constantly bickering about time and attention. How is this sustainable?

2. I need to fix myself, we need a means to test theories.

3. How do I deal with disagreements that I feel I have dominated the answer. Call them forbidden subjects or actions that they request that I can't budge on. (Like if a tulpa is angry at people I know and saying hurtful things about them. All I have done is calm her down and correct her in the past.)

More to come.

 

Edit: as i re-read this, a quote keeps popping into my mind. (We are just so passionate.) - "The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long."

Lao Tzu, Te Tao Ching

 

Just for fun:

 

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Edited October 27, 2020 by Ranger
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