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I am a big fan of Paul Reiser's books. Familyhood is out and it is good to laugh, even if it is at myself. The first thing in his book was a perspective on friendships during the season of raising a family. It caught me off guard because it was a more serious comment and it is how I often feel. His parents were a bit extreme (if, in fact, they actually did this) but life does seem to feel this

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My mother-in-law reminded me of this site that my sister has had me read often. It's so easy to read through, to make something more than 10 minutes of, to journal on, or just to gain insight for your day. If you don't feel like tackling the latest Bible Study, you need a pick-me-up/challenge, or maybe don't even know where to start, this is a great beginning. It guides you step by step and you

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Life is an interesting journey of twists and turns, ups and downs, bumps and straight ways. Sometimes it's our personal journey that mixes things up and other times it is the journeys of those we hold most dear. I wanted to post the link to Terry and Kathie's current journey (click the title or HERE) for those who wish to be inspired, challenged, and given the opportunity to pray. My life has

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Angry Birds - 1st golden egg My Sweetie and I were talking about how each one of us has our own sphere of influence and how interesting relationships can be because of that. Leave it to me to find an interesting correlation between this deep topic and a fun app called Angry Birds. There is one level in particular that struck me as the most appropriate. It's the first level of the golden eggs.

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"Presents BIG, presents small. It's fun to give them all! But the perfect gift to give is friendship. Friendship is for everyone. You can't touch, see or feel friendship... you make it! Friendship is a really important thing to me. Offering friendship is simple." by Kayla Ketchum Pretty amazing when your daughter has a few things to teach you, the parent. Friendship does take work but it also

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This really lifted my heart. I hope it does yours too. (Thanks, Michelle!) MercyMe - Beautiful on YouTube The days will come when you don't have the strength When all you hear is you're not worth anything Wondering if you ever could be loved And if they truly saw your heart they'd see too much You're beautiful You're beautiful You are made so much more than all of this You're beautiful

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So I wonder... do I really need to take life so seriously? I mean, each day comes and goes, being a new and beautiful miracle each time but somehow I seem to miss that part of it. Today I woke up early after hardly being able to fall asleep and looked out my window. I just had to smile. The sun had just hit the tops of our trees and the first couple birds just started singing. It was such a

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Eww.... what's with all the big words?? This is one I have struggled to pin down for a long time. I read this tonight and it seemed to make sense in a new way. Maybe because I'm a hopeless romantic. Maybe it's because I want to feel lovely and loved, or maybe it's just because God is the Lover of my soul and He took the time to tell me He loves me tonight."In 'Beauty and the Beast,' it is only

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Okay... now that you've choked over the title and had to make yourself start reading, just let your mind wander around in this mush of thoughts.I've been reading in James again. Funny how God just dropped it in my head again. Not that it's a hilarious read... on the contrary, I find it incredibly difficult and convicting. But I've also had some light shed on things I haven't really seen before...

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This is some of what I said at church the other Sunday...“Inspection stickers used to have printed on the back “Drive carefully – the life you save may be your own.” That is the wisdom of men in a nutshell. What God says, on the other hand, is “The life you save is the life you lose.” In other words, the life you clutch, hoard, guard, and play safe with is in the end a life worth little to

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John 18:9 "I have not lost one of those you gave me."Jesus was speaking of the disciples he had been given by God to train and go on to spread his word. They were regular men just like you and me, and actually the flunkies of seminary school, if you will. Jesus took them, taught them, challenged them, scolded them, and laughed with them. They grew to be hated, hunted, and generally disliked by

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Thanksgiving is on its way.Don’t you cry. Then they will sayThanksgiving is here. Do not worry. Don’t be sad.This is the time of giving and also being glad!We are all here on Thanksgiving day.We are all here and there. Thanksgiving is on its way!by: Kayla K.Easter, Easter is the day he died.He’s the one who saves us all.He’s on every wall.He saved us. He saved us.He was little just like us.We

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My family, prompted by one of the sisters, has been trying to come up with hubby-proof arguments on why we wives should hire "molly maid" to come clean rather than having to do it ourselves. It was pretty funny so I'd thought I'd post the weigh-ins. Only the names have been omitted to save face. Enjoy the laughs.Reason Reply #1:Let's see... To keep your kid from getting sick more often, to keep

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I've been reading John and when I hit chapter 10 it was like I slowed to a crawl. There was so much to pull from it that I had to slow down! The section I just finished was the one where Jesus talks about being the good shepherd. Many of us have heard the part, "The thief comes only to steal, kill, and destroy...." but I wonder if anyone has bothered to read past that. I never had until today.

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Have you ever moved a tree or bush? Have you ever watched what it does? I'm thinking about moving some of the pine trees in our front garden and when I thought of that today God showed me that it will take a lot of work for those trees. I’ll dig them up and put them in different soil... different nutrients, water content, depth, light... different life. Usually, they will "shrink back" trying to

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John 5:1-15“Do you want to get well?”Sometimes it is easier to remain as you are, to stick with what you know, instead of getting what you have always dreamed of. Change brings something new and unknown. The man at the pool sat there for 38 years waiting for help to get into the pool of healing.The rest of this passage goes on to show the Jews’ reaction to this man. He’d been at the pool 38 years

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Psalm 37:23-24“If the LORD delights in a man’s way, he makes his steps firm; though he stumble, he will not fall, for the LORD upholds him with his hand.”I learned something new today. God wanted/wants to touch me, to uphold me. He spoke everything but man and woman into being. Them alone did he create with his own hands. He breathed life into those that would echo his image. He took special care

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Okay, so it's been forever since I've written and even now I don't have anything cool to say except that God is good. We are still riding the roller coaster that is our life and we have NO idea where God is going to lead us next but how exciting it is to not be in control, however nerve wracking it may be. For now, I will enjoy the family around us, the friends God's given me, and the life He's

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Have you ever watched honey bees? Have you watched how they work together, all doing different jobs to accomplish the same goals? Some clean, others work, and some guard the hive. There are even bees that "dance." I love that! When a field bee comes back from finding pollen, it will do a kind of dance to tell the other bees how to get there. If they mess up, they start all over and keep dancing

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Who knew that the Penguins got it right?! Sometimes the emotion follows the action.(psst... if you don't get it, watch Madagascar - the first one)

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I’ve been home for a week now with sick kids (and a sick hubby). Kid number 1 has a cold but wants to go outside and play because the weather is finally nice enough to do it. “Go ahead! Enjoy!” So kid number 1 goes out to play.Kid number 2 comes along… on antibiotics, coughing up a storm, should be in the hospital but keeps on trucking. “I want to go outside too!” Sure, just don’t run, skip, jump

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Scott and I talk often about what we want to teach our children, how we want to raise them, opportunities we want them to have, and what trials we think they should have to face. Today, Beth Moore put into words how I feel and why my kids need to face some things on their own. She said, “You can not amputate your history from your destiny.”So many of us want to erase our past, would do it over

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What would I do to be remembered by Christ?The picture above is one of a woman whom many believe to be Lazarus’ sister, Mary, down at Jesus’ feet. Jesus commented in some of the gospels that her action of pouring very expensive perfume on his head and feet and wiping it away with her hair was something to be remembered wherever the gospel was preached.Why did Christ want her action to be

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“AAARRGGGHHH!!! I’m having a Life crisis!!”That’s what my hubby heard from the Laundry room this afternoon, though it wasn’t what he thought. I had tried to dump the last of the Life Cereal into the trash can but totally missed, pouring all the crumbs into the cabinet and onto the floor. That’s the equivalent of a couple cups of sugar and oats all over. Not an easy mess to clean up.I grabbed the

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It had been a rough couple of weeks with me playing the role as housemaid, mommy, wife, butt wiper, laundry service, and ... well, you get the picture. I was about to lose it. Then God heard my whimpering... whoa is me, I know. Being a mom is hard work!Saturday morning Scott let me sleep in and get ready without interruption! Then we got in the car to run an errand and I asked Kayla to pray for

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I came across a thought this past weekend and realized I only had half of the idea. Kind of like when you go to your boss and say “this doesn’t work” and he tells you to go back and come up with a solution instead of just telling him the problem. Pain should not be the arrows we fling at God, the never-ending “why” questions, the shaking of our fists at Him, or the blame-game… but what should it

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Why don’t I run to my time with the Lord? When I’m there I am so full and so happy. At peace, even. But it seems like study time is the last thing I do in a day, if I do it at all. I was reminded today of His presence and love in my life. How did I go so long without really “checking in” with Him? I feel so dull and wall-flowerish when I'm not in communication with Him.I’ve started another Beth

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I have to admit, life has been really difficult lately. Not that I expect it to be easy but I don’t think it has ever had so many facets to it. I feel like there is never more than 5 minutes of uninterrupted time when I can think on just one thing. If that happens for too long, I feel like I’ve got ping-pong brain and I can’t keep anything straight.But God is good, as usual, in sending me

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“In all His dispensations God is at work for our good. In prosperity He tries our gratitude; in mediocrity, our contentment; in misfortune, our submission; in darkness, our faith; under temptation, our steadfastness; and at all times, our obedience and trust in Him.” AnonymousI keep this quote where I can see it everyday and remember why I have to go through what I will that day. I am constantly

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It had been a nice weekend getaway but Mike had to leave early for work. He said goodbye, jumped in the car, and headed in to town. The drive would take a couple of hours so he decided to use the “free time” as preparation for the day. He had two whole hours of much needed refocus and prayer time ahead. Not bad for a start to the morning.Ten minutes into his drive and prayer Mike heard a huge “

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Movie Meme, courtesy of JR.(Jenny made me do it!!)1. One movie that made you laugh - Grumpier Old Men2. One movie that made you cry - Awakenings3. One movie you loved when you were a child - Star Wars... the first three, which are really the last three... AAAAHHH!4. One movie you’ve seen more than once - The Count of Monte Cristo5. One movie you loved, but were embarrassed to admit it -

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I have had so many conversations lately with moms who are worried about how good a mom they are and I couldn’t help feeling the same way. Some days I feel like I should be fired!! Then God gave me something wonderful to let me know that Scott and I, in doing our best with God’s help, are giving our children just what they need. I hope their actions below can inspire you as they have me.Kayla and

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Something to ponder. I love the idea of the Holy Spirit as a Wild Goose. Click the link above (the title) to challenge your perspectives.

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The sun came out, the weather is beautiful, the earth is green, and the most amazing transformation in all of this is my offspring… THEY’RE POSSESSED!!!My girlfriends were talking about this today – children and our roles as mothers. Just when our kids seem perfect they up and paint the cat purple or cut their sisters bangs down to nubbins. Whether they are a reflection of us or not, there is no

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“That dumbass driver just….” I know many of us could finish that sentence rather colorfully.Or how about this one: “Bob makes my life so miserable at work. Why should I have to do his job and mine just so things get done right?”Or maybe you didn’t have your coffee yet and someone was just too perky, thereby causing gleefully vicious daydreams of putting their head in the toilet bowl and flushing

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What is it about our lives that makes us crazy? Kids? Family? Obligations? Friends? Work? Expectations? Money… or the lack there of… or mismanagement of? Love? I wonder about this often and I can find only one answer… ME.If I would just chill out once in a while and let God take control or even give myself permission to relax I could enjoy a little more of my life, I think.Like writing this blog.

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My son has inspired me. I’m sure that’s an astounding thought for some of you who know him but he has. He came down the stairs last night asking, “Mommy, do you like my stamps?” It took a minute for me to realize what he had done but only a split second to know that there would be quite a mess waiting for me upstairs.While Kayla had been playing on the computer, my son had taken my “PAID” stamp

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It's been a while since I've written and with good reason... pregnancy is not an easy thing for some of us. I look back on the last 9 months and wonder how I did it. I can only say that God was definitely a part of it!!This pregnancy was an emotional battle, right down to the delivery. Each day was a new hurdle, each night a new leg of the race. The words "one day at a time" took on new meaning.

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“If it seems a childish thing to do, do it in remembrance that you are a child.” Frederick BuechnerI once thought this a fabulous quote until my son tested us on this the other day.Kayla and Colton share an upstairs bathroom which is rarely visited by my pregnant self. Drudging up the stairs is not one of my favorite things, especially when it means I have to confront the pigsty that is my

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Has God ever offended you? Has he ever caused you to question why he would choose to do something a certain way? Have you struggled to hold on to your faith because of what God did or did not do in your life?In order to be offended by someone I think you first have to have expectations of them or the situation. God asks us to believe in faith that what we ask will happen but there are those times

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Today was one of those days...Friends came over and brightened my morning, the sun shined bright, and I was having fun.Then they went home and my son started the whining that we all love so much. It was Mommy this and Mommy that, my feet swelled up the size of watermelons, my lips are so chapped they cracked, the whining continues (mine now added to it), I didn't have one crucial item for the

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My husband has been challenging, whether he knows it or not, to get my butt back into the word and my mind back on God. This weekend he had me help him memorize the passage in Ephesians 4 about the Armor of God. Once again, this was another passage I’ve read a lot and even memorized at one point. I love how scripture never says the same thing to me when I’m open to what God wants me to hear.So

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“Praise the Lord, O my soul;all of my inmost being, praise his holy name.Praise the Lord, O my soul,and forget not all his benefits –who forgives all your sinsand heals all your diseases,who redeems your life from the pitand crowns you with love and compassion,who satisfies your desires with good thingsso that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.”Psalm 103:1-5There was a guy in my college

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"...I know whom I have believed, and am convinced that he is able to guard what I have entrusted to him for that day." 2 Timothy 1:12I read this the other day and something new popped out at me. Do you see it? It's a huge challenge to me.For that day....Each day? It just seemed crazy that it was so simple and yet I overlook that idea constantly. I know God takes care of things for me. I know he

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We're pregnant again. Yup! My doctor laughed and asked how long I’d been married just to make sure that I did in fact know where babies come from. I think it’s taken until now, even with morning sickness and the other lovely changes that take place for a woman, for me to really accept that I am having another child. I was totally unprepared and quite set on not having to experience this joy a

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I have to admit I’ve been discouraged lately about the institution of marriage. So many of my friends and acquaintances have had to experience divorce in their lives and the toll it takes on the people it touches can be almost as devastating as a death. Then there are those who have worn the mask of relationship so long that they don’t know how to be a spouse or a friend. Dishonesty has crept

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Okay, for those of you who think I have completely lost my mind (this would include my husband from time to time) here is a pretty good explanation as to why I feel and act the way I do lately. THIS is my son - kindly dubbed a "Little Demon" by his adoring Aunt Cryssie."It was so much simpler when you could put the baby down in one general area and expect him to pretty much stay there safe and

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Today was Kayla's first day in first grade at a new school. Wow, was she amazing! I think I tossed and turned all night and she woke up bright and cheery, ready to take on the whole deal. Daddy gave her a special necklace to wear and took her into her class. She was radiant. Meanwhile, back at the farm I'm going nuts worrying that somehow I will forget to wait for her to arrive from the bus. AS

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I am constantly amazed by the power of the spoken word. In a day, so many millions of thoughts run through my head and never really reach that point of reality or consciousness. Some I am thankful I didn’t dare speak. They determine my actions and attitudes but they can't pull their own weight. Ping-ponging back and forth, my thoughts rarely slow down long enough to let me speak any thing at all

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It was a normal night, like any other where I go to bed much too late knowing that my son will wake me much too early. It’s hard to sleep when you know the next few hours are going to be peaceful and uninterrupted. But I finally went to bed and enjoyed the cool night air breezing through my window.Sometime before daybreak (that being around 4:30am nowadays) I could have sworn someone smacked my

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My Mom, one of my most precious friends, shared some humble feelings on her latest post and I started writing a response that turned into something I thought might be encouraging to more than just her. So many of us have found ourselves feeling like the wallflower or the "different one." I imagine Jesus felt that way many times before he turned 30 and had the disciples. And even then, they did

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Have you ever been so overcome by emotion that you had to yell or jump or pretty much do anything but stand still? (Like maybe when the refs called "touchdown" for the Steelers or reversed a TD for the Seahawks this past weekend.) I’ve had that encounter once or twice in my life (obviously not on the ballfield) and the particular experience I love the most was at my brother’s boot camp graduation

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Yesterday was a good day.Once in a while there is a day that comes along and just thinking about it makes you smile. That was yesterday. I woke up after a horrible night’s sleep to the sound of my kids playing the Happy Birthday song really loud (the one on Sprout TV, for those of you who are accosted by it regularly). Then my kids came bouncing in the room hollering at me to get up and open my

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This past weekend was the famed “Nutcracker Weekend” for Kayla and her daddy. They left Friday afternoon for Seattle and a beautiful hotel room overlooking the city. She spent most of the week getting all worked up about it. As part of the tradition, Scott and she had a date night earlier in the week to shop for her dress, shoes, accessories, you name it.They arrived at the hotel, hung out and

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Knowing when to go to battle and when to call a truce is sometimes the hardest choice we make in life. Calling a truce and walking away is often easier, less costly, and sometimes the only way to get past something. We can leave it behind and never speak of it again. We can move past it and come out unscathed. But not all situations call for such avoidance and coming out unmarked and unchanged

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I spoke yesterday with my sister, Jenny, who's friendship I cherish more and more every day. I find that we are in much of the same places in life. Discovering answers and inspiration together brings the Lord's healing in such an amazing way and, I confess, makes me feel less alone. My friend and I talked about some of our greatest challenges of late. "Why don't I feel like I can be real and

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I had a light-bulb moment last night. I've felt like I have needed to be active in a ministry or small group or something because I know God could make a difference through me but when I tried to think of something to do, it was so forced and unsupported, like I had nothing to give. So I settled on the idea that my "job" was to pray for my family and friends, to learn to pray specifically and

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This is most likely for all you moms and grandmas to enjoy laughing at me, the one who did this to you.For the life of me I've been trying to figure out why I haven't been able to keep up with my household chores the last few months. I am usually able to work, do the bills, pick up the house, clean the bathrooms (HAH!), do the laundry from start to finish, keep the kids entertained, and do the

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Jenny's response to my previous post "The Doubt Box" was perfect for me so I wanted to make sure you could read it. I hope it speaks to you as much as it did to me. Thanks Jenny.

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Okay, so I'm on a "God in the box" kick. I've been doing Beth Moore's study on Believing God and it seems to be the one thing that gets me tripped up most. If I could live without putting God in my little doubt box He could do so much more with me. If my faith were as strong as my doubt... wow, that'd be amazing!"Let me 'splain. No, there is too much. Lemme sum up." HAH! (dork) I feel like I'm at

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Funny... I've been dying to get a blog started so that I could get all my stuff out of my system and now that I'm here... Well, let's just say that my blog title is more than fitting.I started out writing about commitment and the lack thereof that I see around me but I just couldn't write it without it sounding like another blabbity blee session. I am so thankful for the family I have. I guess

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I wonder... what did I want to be when I grew up? I don't remember too much and mom could probably shed some interesting, if not shameful light on the subject but what did I want to become? An air force pilot? A ballerina? A muscle-lady, as my daughter calls professional body building women? Maybe a teacher. Could it be that I really wanted to be a mom all my life and now I am one? That's too

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