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Purple Prose as written by Camilla Rayne:
Embers of Surrender
"And if he starts bemoaning that you lie there stiff and submissive, sneeze a few times and mayhap he shall be fooled and fall asleep after thoroughly ploughing and planting his seed in the furrowed fields below, for hours and hours," at this, she rubbed her hands together as if cold, "and be patient with his beastly attentions for your own parents took up prostitution to pay for your dowry and the wedding; aye they lie beneath animals of men all night now-"
Domina's thoughts turned to her husband's ancestral castle. Three decades of unbridled bachelor life was a terrible sight: holes in the roof, insolent servants, the rats having long since overwhelmed the cats and now they swarmed without fear ... Sir Cross didn't notice or care; he was so busy harassing local wenches and bloodily crushing uprisings that he was hardly ever at home.
A drunken roar echoed down the hallway. It was the man-at-arms, her new husband's compatriot in crime, Luud Groper. "I was very disappointed in the Saucy Wench!"
Sir Cross agreed. "Who could have guessed it was a restaurant owned by women, and not a tavern of ill repute?" He kicked in the door and stumbled inside, only the grip of his man-at-arms keeping him upright. He leered at Domina. "Ah, the manly stallion sees his quivering mare!"
Domina's spinster aunt gave her a look of prim commiseration before hurrying out. The man-at-arms pursued, his eyes fixed upon the buttocks swaying beneath the woman's threadbare gown. Strangely enough, Aunt Notty tossed him a tiny smile before trotting down the hallway.
Sir Cross set down his unfinished flagon of strong wine and tried to set the door to rights. He had reduced it to a shambles when kicking it in. The burly knight finally settled for leaning what was left of the door against the frame. There was quite a gap around it, and a draft invaded the bedroom.
"Now, wench, I will fill your velvety sheath with my sword!" He laughed and flexed his hands, advancing on her. There was a pleasing bulk of muscles beneath his tunic, but his smell made Domina tear up. She backed away from him, only to fall across the bed. Sir Cross was inflamed when she sprawled out. He bellowed and rushed at her. Domina dodged and he crashed headfirst onto the bed, breaking the headboard in twain. After so many cranial cracks during bloody battles, this barely gave him pause.
Then the rats attacked. Sir Cross howled in frustrated lust, and a bit of pain because the little bites stung. He drew his sword and ran the mattress through in several places, causing his new bride to gasp and flush in what was surely the most sensitive virginal shock. The squeaking died away. But his delicate bride would not lie on the bed until he had shaken the rat bodies out.
He swept her onto her back and stared deeply into her ice-blue eyes. "Finally we can-"
"What's that smell?"
"It is my manly musk which, though different from your floral aroma, is something you will eventually crave-"
Domina rolled her eyes. "Other than that."
"Oh. Hrm." He looked around. "Aha! That's the work of my manly tomcat."
"The one who ignores all these rats?"
"The one and same. I see that he has marked these sheets as his own."
A hardened knight like Sir Cross, who in his day had slept atop Saracen skeletons as well as the cobblestoned streets outside his favorite taverns, was undisturbed by the damp yellow puddles. His Lady, however, insisted that this situation was unacceptable. He grumbled and stripped off the bedding.
Now the wench was content to lie upon the torn mattress, on the cracked bed. Stabbing the mattress had released its stuffing of deer fur, which Sir Cross hoped would feel intriguing against bare skin. Coincidentally, he felt the urgent need to remove some clothes. He pawed brazenly at his wife's dress. It was a baffling contraption involving a complicated set of disguised lacings and some pointy bits jabbing at him from somewhere.
"You are a rose beginning to blossom," he muttered as he struggled, "and I wish to worship every inch of you - with my tongue." He was squinting at her neckline in the dark and missed Domina rolling her eyes. A rougher tug disturbed enough cloth that he could see the tops of her breasts. His mind clouded even more. "Eve's apples," he muttered hoarsely. "Luring my snake ... let me displace your fig leaves!"
He stuck his hands inside her bodice; her moan was swallowed by the sound of ripping cloth.
Domina had a well-developed set of lungs and her scream, emitted mere inches from the knight's ear, was enough to knock him from the bed.
"My gown!" she hysterically railed at the stunned knight. "It was the most expensive thing I've ever owned. Ever! You ripped it off me, you beast!" She slapped him. "You've torn off the pearl beading! Where have they rolled?" She kicked him in the ribs, surprisingly hard, and scrambled off the bed in search of the pearls.
The knight was sure no man could resist those temptingly raised buttocks. His loins burned like they'd been dusted with imported pepper. With the roar of an asthmatic lion he shouted, "Prepare your innocent eyes, woman!"
He tore his shirt and pants off and posed, proudly displaying his awe-inspiring manhood.
His wife seemed singularly unimpressed. Sir Cross glanced down and quickly covered himself. "Er- there's a draft here." He hurried to stoke the fire. But the pitiful flames were vanquished by the chilly air in the stone room. His manroot wilted even more.
"My loins might freeze! Where are my garments?"
A sadistic smile crossed Domina's face. "You ripped them apart," she purred.
"As my wife, would you not - er - use the warmth of your mouth to revive my fallen stallion?"
He expected to soothe away her maidenly horror. Instead Domina ran a speculative look over his hunched, blue-tinged form as she ran her fingers over a loose strand of pearl beading. Sir Cross's blood began to pound in an ancient rhythm.
"When was the last time you bathed?"
The knight thought back. "Christmas or the one before, I suppose."
Domina winced. "Not even in your dreams would I caress your filthy self."
Enraged, he roared again, though his voice definitely showed signs of strain. He dragged off Domina's nightrail and tossed her to the bed. She shivered from the chill.
"This shall heat your blood." He covered her body with his own. For a moment he remembered his liege making a similar promise as they fought the Saracens. He felt inexplicably rejuvenated.
His new woman was certainly energetic. Ah, how curious she was about his body, probing all his places. Ah, how sweetly possessive she was, seizing his manroot with a grip that caused him to flinch away, cracking the headboard in a second place. His battered skull began to throb thickly. He crouched, dazed, as Domina whispered in his ear,
"You dirty boy ..." Her mouth curled up. "Kneel before me!" She shoved him off the bed to ensure his obedience and struck his broad chest with the string of pearls.
He jerked, knocking over the flagon of wine. The pool swept toward the fire. The air became pleasantly warm as the boudoir started to burn to its beams. Domina wrapped the stained sheet on the floor about herself and shuffled frantically toward the door.
Sir Cross could hear servants coming. He glanced down and realized that he could not be seen like this! His reputation would be ruined! Unfortunately, the only garment not in rags was his wife's nightrail.
He threw it on, tossed his wife over his shoulder, and roared in a piteous, cracked way as he charged the door that threatened to make their love lair a burning pit of despair. Alas, he forgot he had already broken the door down. He hit it with too much force, tripped through it, and fell badly because of his wife's weight.
The next day, the two scullery maids were gossiping as the cleaned up after the wedding feast.
"Poor Cross Dresher ... his wife made him shout so boldly he's lost his voice, and she did something to pull his groin muscle. The Leech told me he won't be able to perform for a fortnight."
"At least he's married so there's someone to handle the estate. Lady Domina seemed eager to take control of the castle. She's buying a whip right now, to keep discipline here."
Purple Prose as written by Astrid Chronopolis writing as Jane Doe:
Universe Enough and Time
"Miss Ellen Van Allen?" he asked in an accent which reminisced of a Hungarian émigré to Australia possibly via Cancun.
Grabbing the nearest thing to a weapon she could reach, Len brandished her toilet brush in as threatening manner as one could brandish a toilet brush. Not that it could do the stranger much harm except for possibly grossing him out.
"Who are you? How do you know my name?" She punctuated each question with a jab of her cleaning tool. "And that I'm not married?" She was rather miffed about that. Was she wearing a sign or something?
She thought of trying to make a run for it out the front door into the busy street, but the man had a holster around his hips which held a weapon undoubtedly more dangerous than her own. Yet her feet wouldn't take her a single step. She was entranced by the stranger's flowing locks which danced in a mysterious breeze although her bathroom had never been known for its air circulation even with the window open. She wondered only half in jest whether he'd brought the breeze with him.
The tall foreigner was considering the toilet brush with care, as if it really might be a weapon. Perhaps it was time for Len to change her toilet duck. He didn't attempt to step out of the tub.
"Miss Van Allen, be assured that I mean you no harm. None at all," he hastened to add as Len gave the toilet brush an extra waggle. He cleared his throat. "You couldn't put that away, could you?"
"Not a chance, Hotshot."
"Right." He gave a toss of his exuberantly waved hair, blacker than Len thought black could possibly be. With his open-necked, billowing, white shirt; high brown boots polished to a spectacular gloss; and tight trousers--so tight that he could have posed for a life-drawing class without taking them off--tucked in to said boots, he had a sort of romantic poet look going.
He intoned, "I am Prince Wil of the House N'Dowd of Mylaria, a planet far distant from here. I have come across the galaxy to seek your help on behalf of my people."
"Me? Why me?" She narrowed her gaze, keep her toilet brush on full alert.
"You are the only one who can save my home world from destruction. Your sar, and yours alone, can lead me to the Artifact, placed on Earth millions of years ago by the enigmatic Old Ones. With the power of the Artifact, Mylaria can defeat our enemy the planet Kwi-9 which seeks to destroy us."
"Sar? Never heard of it, Your Highness."
He smiled with the slightest quirk of an eyebrow that set Len's insides to rearranging themselves. "You may call me Wil, seeing as how we'll be working together intimately on this mission."
"I don't have this sar you mention, so you can just--"
"But you do," he reassured her in what seemed all sincerity. "All sentient beings in the universe have sar, or sarcasm potential, but that of some--such as yourself--works better with assistance. Yours is precisely the right frequency that, once run through me as a Focus, will lead us to the Artifact which will save my planet."
"Sarcasm will save your planet? Yeah, right. I'm not that sarcastic. You must have the wrong Ellen Van Allen," she sniffed. "I can't even take down the office snob with a well-aimed insult at five paces."
"Ah, but use my egotism as Focus, and you'll be parrying her snotty remarks with ease. Your sar will be in full flower."
The tip of Len's toilet brush drooped. "Huh?"
"Allow me to demonstrate." Wil leaned against the Pepto-pink tile wall in an inimitable pose of self-satisfaction which he must have practiced hours each day to achieve such perfection. "I, as Prince of Mylaria, have been named in a recent poll one of the 10,000 most intriguing beings in the galaxy."
Len choked on her laughter. "Congratulations. I can't wait to meet the other 9,999!" She rolled her eyes, then gasped. "You're right! I am more sarcastic! But how can sarcasm help you find your artifact?"
"Artifact," he emphasized, "with a capital A." He levered himself back upright. "Did I mention the Old Ones were enigmatic?"
"Well there you are, then. No one understands how sar works, but I can testify to its awesome power," and he snatched the toilet brush out of Len's hands with ease while he'd distracted her.
Prince Wil tucked it under his arm, no doubt to keep Len from getting her hands on such a dangerous object. She wondered how long it would take the guys back in the lab on Mylaria to figure out how it worked.
"This can't be real." She crossed her arms. "How did you get in here, anyway? Is there a ship up there that beamed you down?" She peered up though she couldn't see through her ceiling.
He chuckled. "How quaint you primitives are. We don't use ships. We use the Network--an interconnected maze of space-time continuum used for travel."
"Network with a capital N?"
"Of course."
"Of course," she mumbled.
"You have a portal right here." Wil stuck his hand right through the pink tile wall and pulled it back out again with no apparent ill effect to his hand or her tile.
"How ... But ..." It was a full minute before she managed to assemble a passably coherent sentence. "I think I would have noticed a space-time portal. In in my bathtub. Wouldn't I?"
There was that superior alien attitude again. She could feel her sar growing stronger by the minute. Could it be he wasn't lying after all?
"You have to have a key." Prince Wil took something out of his belt resembling a small, electric toothbrush to show her. "You didn't, so you couldn't fall through. It's fool proof. We can't have just anyone mucking through space and time. Especially time."
"Time?" That sounded ominous. "Does this mission of yours involve time travel?"
"Yes. Did I mention the Old Ones hid the Artifact here millions of years ago?"
He had. She nodded.
"The Artifact could have been destroyed by now, so we may have to go back to a time before that happened." Wil tossed her a charming smile as if flipping a coin to a beggar on the street.
And Len found herself eager for his charm. It had been six months since her ex decided to leave the city to raise llamas in Saskatchewan.
"What do you say?" he prodded. "Help out a few billion souls on Mylaria. It would be terrific PR for your planet. Did I mention there's an excellent chance you'll end up a Princess at the end of all this?" He grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her into his muscular embrace, and kissed her.
But this was no ordinary kiss. While their lips, hands, and bodies touched, so did their minds. Len discovered she could "see" the beauty of this far-off world and the danger the people of Mylaria faced from their enemies ... not to mention the wealth of the House N'Dowd and the fact Wil had learned English by watching PBS programs carried on old television signals still coursing through space.
Dizzy with the intensity of the contact, she asked, "How did you do that?"
"Did I mention I'm telepathic?"
Len bristled, "You most definitely did not!"
"Beg your pardon. Telepathy in our race takes close physical contact, the more intimate the better. It was the best way to show you our plight."
She sighed. So a prince from across the galaxy needed her help, and hers alone, to save his world by using sarcasm to find an ancient Artifact. What could be more ridiculous? Not much. "All right, you're on. I've got nothing else planned this week." Len climbed into the bathtub with him. It was pleasantly crowded.
"On behalf of the people of Mylaria, I thank you. Now let's go. I'll work the key; just walk on through. The information booth is to your left."
"Thanks ." She paused. "This isn't one of those time travel things where I
become my own great-grandmother or anything, is it?"
He shook his head.
"Good." And Len stepped through her bathroom wall into the Network.
"Your great-grandfather, actually," Wil chuckled. "Did I mention we're going to a parallel universe where everything's opposite?" And he disappeared after her.
Purple Prose as written by Laura Cain:
Tempted by Sweet Savage Love
She pushed a silvery strand of hair from her face and, taking a breath, entered the room. "My Lord," she said, "I've come as you've requested." With the words, her choice was made and her velvet cloak fell soundlessly to the floor, revealing a pale blue gown that clung recklessly to her lush figure.
Her voice stirred the man seated before a roaring fire. A bottle of champagne and two flutes were set out on a side table, and next to them a plate of ripe red strawberries. He rose from the massive leather armchair, his presence filling the dark, paneled room. "As you can see, I've been waiting for you." He smiled and sipped at a glass of amber liquid, Cognac perhaps? Or brandy? and gestured to the champagne.
Amelie shivered. Could she do this? She must remain strong. Everything depended upon her. Her eyes, brilliant aquamarines, filled with radiance and with a boldness she did not feel, replied, "No, my Lord, it is I who have been waiting."
A hint of surprise entered the Earl's face. He lifted one elegant eyebrow and took a second look at this beauty who has entranced him. A seduction had never gone so well. Sinclair Wrede, Sin to his friends, had planned many in his long and dissolute life but never had such a timid creature turned bold overnight.
With three steps he was across the room and she was in his arms. Powerful hands unbuttoned her gown with infinite delicacy while his lips tantalized, hinting at things to come. "You're so beautiful," he whispered tenderly.
Amelie pulled back suddenly. "Begging your pardon my Lord, but isn't this a bit slow and tender for a ravishing?"
Sin was taken aback. "Ravishing? I thought it was supposed to a seduction. I'm sure that was on the schedule. Let me check my book." With brisk efficiency, he pulled out a small black leather-bound book from his desk and began flipping through the pages.
"I'm quite sure it was a ravishing. I called this afternoon to check." Sin had found the page. "Ah, here we go. Emily, gold hair, sapphire eyes, seduction, 11 pm."
She sighed and began the difficult process of rebuttoning the dress. "That's all well and good, but it seems that the time is the only thing you have right. I'm Amelie with flaxen hair, aquamarine eyes, and I scheduled for a ravishing. For Sweet Love, Savage Love?"
Sin sighed and then took a peak at his pocketwatch. "My goodness but this is embarrassing. You were early so it wasn't apparent. There seems to have been a mixup with my secretary. Now we've still got ten minutes, so why not have a seat on the bed and I'll see what we can work out before Emily gets here." He gestured absently to the fourposter that had hitherto been hidden from sight and went to open the champagne.
"Naturally I feel awful about this," he said, pouring the champagne, "and I'd like to make it up to you. I'd hate to send you home after you took the trouble you took to get here." He handed her a glass. "There's a few options open. I'm not sure about you but I think Emily might be open to a threesome. She's open to just about anything as long as the language remains at least lavender, if not purple. I only charge half price. What do you think?"
Amelie considered for a moment. "No, I'm really not a Bertrice Small kind of girl. Just a good old fashioned ravishing. Besides, I'm dressed for it. You didn't notice but the dress is designed to be ripped off, and the corset is a break-away. I brought the cloak so that I had something to sneak home in. It's sweltering outside."
"Indeed." he murmured, admiring her ingenuity and thoughtfulness. "Pity about the threesome. We'll stick to a nice early eighties Johanna Lindsay, okay?" She nodded her approval. His eyes skimmed the pages of his black book. "Here's the ticket! I've got the next slot free. I was planning a secret meeting with some fellow members of Parliament but I'm sure that can wait. Why don't you go ahead and wait in the armoire over there." He gesture to a bulky piece of furniture behind her on the opposite side of the bed.
"The armoire, my Lord?"
"Yes," he said. "It's perfect. Emily will arrive, ready for the next scene in Tempted, on time like the adorably punctual creature she is. We'll have just broken from a passionate embrace interrupted by the knock on the door. I seduce her as scheduled while you observe from this knot," he pointed out the conveniently placed flaw in the wood, "here. She leaves, flushed, happy, thoroughly sated. You erupt from the armoire, aroused by the display of lovemaking, enraged at my infidelity, tortured by the display of my naked physique. Before you can flee, I grab you masterfully and trail hot brutal kisses down your creamy throat. You struggle but can resist the onslaught. I tear off you dress and corset, bringing my attention to those lovely perfect breasts. You moan at your body's betrayal but give in and we make hot and passionate love in the still warm sheets for approximately an hour and a half with, say, three orgasms. You're thoroughly ravished and both stories have a new plot device."
Amelie smiled in approval. "It's much better than the original plot, my Lord. And when Emily discovers she was watched, her book ought to get at least fifty more pages and perhaps a scene with some exhibitionism."
"I was thinking Vauxhall Gardens," Sin replied. "But back to you. I think I can take off 15% percent for the wait but I expect royalties for my contribution to plot development." He reached into the armoire for fresh glasses and a new bottle of champagne.
"Make it twenty and we have a deal." Amelie picked her cloak off of the floor and hung it up neatly inside the armoire.
"Done." Sin offered his hand to seal the bargain. "And now," he said, leaving his business-like manner behind, "where were we?"
Amelie sunk into his strong arms, savoring the warmth, the power. His lips burned on her skin. The kisses trailed lower, lower to the indecent neckline of her gown, lower until she felt as if she would burst into flames. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "The servants!" she exclaimed (forgetting one had shown her the way up, "No one must know I am here!"
Sin pointed her to a massive piece of furniture next to the impressive four-poster bed. "The armoire, my dear. No one will think to look for you there." He kissed her one more time, drinking deeply, and then saw her safely into the armoire before going to answer the door...
An homage to Suzanne Brockmann as written by Theresa Luke:
Bob watched the luscious brunette stalk into the room and his heart tripped a beat. Her highlighted hair reminded him of the desert camouflage he wore while on assignment in Itstinksistan. Her Guinness colored eyes brought to mind his favorite adult beverage. His senses flared on full alert as he noted she was alone, obviously depressed and being serenaded by a drunk with a microphone. That flyboy would lose more than a loving feeling soon if he didn't get away from Bob's woman. "My woman?" shuddered Bob. "Where did that thought come from?" he asked himself even as he realized that he had found his perfect mate.
Sandra headed for the ladies room. Now was Bob's chance to find out what had put the adorable wrinkle between her brows. Sandra whipped out her keys as Bob ghosted right in front of her. "Get out of my way or I'll unlock your family jewels," she threatened as he blocked her from the door. "It's all right," he soothed, "I'm here to help." "Are you from the auto club?" she asked hopefully. "No," Bob confessed. "My name is Bob Cubeslax. My friends call me 'Sponge' because I absorb problems around me. I'm from SEAL Team 69 and it's our job to save women in trouble."
"OK Sponge. Here's the deal. My name is Sandra Beach. My friends call me 'Sandy'. My car broke down and the auto club won't be here for 5 hours. I want to go to home. I spent all day in contract negotiations for my international cosmetics company. I have to piss like a racehorse and you're blocking the door." she spewed out as she crossed her legs. Bob countered, "Just a minute and I'll clear the bathroom for you. Then, I'll get on the line to call in some favors from Team 69." Bob slammed the door to the ladies room open and yelled, "Get out now, while you still can." Five women exploded from the room trailing lipstick, perfume and toilet paper. "After you," Bob gestured. "Um, thanks," mumbled Sandy as she dove for the nearest stall.
Sponge pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed fellow SEAL Stain Washyershortz. "Stain, I'm sorry for calling but I need your help. This is off the record so if you won't help me I understand," whispered Sponge. "We're a team," answered Stain, "You need it, you got it." Sponge quickly explained the situation and Stain formulated a plan. "Here's how it will go down," Stain ordered. "Get Joker to hack into the auto club computer system. Have Magnum negotiate for a tow truck and tell them we needed it here yesterday. Have Ken Spaghetti guard the car while Blues and Gull provide a distraction. Brian Brigadoon will escort Miss Beach to her home. You will recon and secure her home prior to the rendezvous." instructed Stain. "Great plan. I'm initiating my three way calling feature and putting this puppy into action," answered Sponge.
Sandy emerged from the stall looking much more relaxed. "What is this guy up to?" she mused as she washed her hands. While Sponge spoke animatedly into his phone, Sandy took a long, hard look at him. He held himself straight and tall. Muscles bunched and bulged under his tight, worn tee shirt. Jeans cupped an ass she would love to bounce quarters off. "Maybe this night is looking up," Sandy mused. Then she glanced in the mirror to find his sea blue eyes locked on her and her heart flooded with the tsunami of love at first sight.
Turning to meet her eyes head on, Sponge briefed Sandy on the plan. "What is up with these guys' names?" questioned Sandy. "SEALs love to use nicknames," explained Sponge. "Korny Komedy is a real card so we call him 'Joker.' He plays the computer like a hot crustacean band. Mac Beale once put a navy shirt in with his whites so we call him 'Blues'. Ringo's name is a little more complicated. Ringo Starfish sounds like Ringo Starr. He acted with Barbara Bach in the movie 'Caveman'. Barbara Bach reminded us of Richard Bach. Richard Bach wrote 'Jonathan Livingston Seagull' and we shortened that to 'Gull'," expounded Sponge. "Now, we wait for the distraction by Blues and Gull and you hotfoot it out of here with Brian Brigadoon. He looks like Richie Cunningham and makes Opie look like a delinquent. You can trust him," Sponge promised. "What about my car?" wailed Sandy. Sponge reassured her that Joker and Magnum were handling everything as a small explosion filled the bar with a foul smoke. "Stink bomb!" yelled the bartender, "Everybody out."
The extraction went off as promised and Sandy soon found herself at her own front door. "Thank Team 69 for me and thank you for your help, Brian," said Sandy. Blushing, Brian shuffled his feet and mumbled "Aw shucks. It was our pleasure Ma'am." The front door burst open and a worried Sponge grabbed Sandy and shooed Brian away. "Your residence is secure," announced Sponge, "And you've secured my heart too. Please let me show you how I feel." With a terrible evening behind her and Sponge's terrific behind in front of her, Sandy succumbed to his charms. The heat from their lip lock could have fueled a Trident submarine. Clothes began to fly as the sexual tension mounted. Suddenly Sandy screamed, "There's a strange man in my living room!" "It's OK. That's Bernard 'Bernie' Clairveaux. He was my swimmers' buddy during BUD/S training." The barrel chested man with the saddest looking brown eyes Sandy had ever seen removed several packets from the keg shaped container strapped to his chest. Sponge accepted them gratefully and explained "These are special rubbers made just for SEALs. They inflate to 12 instead of the standard 6 used by the rest of the Navy." Sandy swooned and gave herself fully to Sponge as Bernie slipped out the back door. All night long Sponge sank his flesh torpedo into Sandy's broadside. He pounded her in waves until they both lay heaving like beached whales.
The next morning Sandy could hardly move she was so sated and sore. She was thankful that Bernie was so generous with the rubbers and that Sponge was so, well, generous. Heart wrenching sobs emanated from the foot of the bed. Sponge held his head in his hands, howling as though a shark were chewing off his leg. Horrified, Sandy pleaded with him to tell her what was wrong. Sponge sniffled, "I love you and I just can't bear to leave you." "Where are you going?" asked Sandy. "Team 69 has a training op. I don't know when I'll be back. I can't say more. But, it doesn't have anything to do with the lingerie shortage in Itstinksistan," he explained. He hefted his huge sack and strode out the door.
Sandy hobbled gingerly to the kitchen where a group of women sat at her table. "Who are you and did you leave me any coffee?" demanded Sandy. "We're the sweeties of the SEALs you met last night. We all hang together except for Gull's ex, Mary Sue. Nobody wants to hear about Mary Sue," said a perky blond. "I'm Barbie and I'm with Ken. This is Veldt, June, Pteri and Felicia or 'Fleas' for short," introduced the blond. "I'm an OB/GYN and we're here to help you out. I know you can hardly walk and we all feel your pain," continued Barbie. "I dropped my position at Mt. Sinai like a hot potato and moved to California to be with Ken. But before I would marry him, I had to find a cure for the pain. I developed special cream making it possible for women to continue their relationships with insatiable SEALs," smiled Barbie. "I'm here to present you with your own tube of 'Naval Jelly'," she announced.
Purple Prose as written by Twinkie Brite:
Zachary-Zach's Babies
"Tell me again why he has two names?" Charlotte demanded, leaning forward so she could peel her blouse away from her perspiration-soaked back.
"Like I told you, he's named after his daddy and granddaddy. His granddaddy is Zachery, that cantankerous, slightly crazy, but underneath-it-all wise and lovable old coot who shot at your car on the road into town, and his dear dead daddy was Zach, the brutually and mysteriously murdered former police chief. So that makes him Zachery-Zach. It's just the way they do things down here in Kudzu Corners," explained Mari-Ann taking a sip of the lemonade she had hand-squeezed while standing in front of the gingham-curtained kitchen window.
"So, they haven't heard of using Junior or the Third?" Charlotte said, surreptitiously pouring gin into her cloyingly sweet lemonade.
"Oh, no, that's too citified and uppity for Miz Sadie-Mabelle, Zachery-Zach's momma who is such a dear, revered by the entire town - although she was a trifle cool to me before she realized I was the very best thing that could ever happen to her dear boy."
"Hmmm, probably didn't take her long to realize you were the perfect dope to take raising those four grandchildren off her hands so she could hit the casinos," muttered Charlotte under her breath.
"Why Charlotte, I just know that marrying Zachery-Zach is my destiny, I can feel it down to the marrow of my bones. I look back on those long years I spent slaving away in college, then graduate school and finally getting my advanced degrees (all by the age of 25), as so much wasted time. I mean really, how important is it to have been the youngest woman in the history of State U to receive a joint nuclear physics/biochemistry doctorate and then to go on to head the research department at Noble-Cause Cosmetics, the most prestigious beauty products company in the United States. Why, it was just so much wasted time when you compare it to being the loving, but firm, stepmother to Zachery-Zach's brood of unruly rapscallions and having a whole houseful of babies, starting no later than exactly nine months after the wedding ceremony." sighed Mari-Ann, gazing off at the town's sole stoplight where even now, Lumpy Lumpkin, Zachery-Zach's sort-of dim, but colorful comic relief deputy was parked in his squad car to nab red-light runners and jaywalkers.
"And you're sure that after living in New York you can be happy here?" Charlotte persisted.
Mari-Ann smoothed her hands down the skirt of her crisp cotton sundress, fluffing the ruffle at the bottom. How could she explain it to Charlotte. Why, the whole town had welcomed her so warmly, even though she was a complete stranger who spoke without a picturesque regional accent and who could only guess at what some of their strange, yet colorful sayings meant (was calling her "Cute as a gobbler's wattle" an insult or a compliment?). How could she make Charlotte understand that no one seemed to resent, even the tiniest bit, that only a year after Susie-Sue's (yep, no citified notions for her family either) death, she, a total stranger, would be taking her place. Zachery-Zach's dead wife had been his high-school sweetheart, homecoming queen, Sunday School teacher and the best durn cookie baker in town and then poor Susie-Sue had died needlessly, making reckless efforts to save her four children from their burning house - a house that had been set alight by Bubba-Joe, Zachery-Zach's old rival from the football team who had let the festering resentment of Zachery-Zach's winning touchdown at the homecoming game grow for years, all through the time Zachery-Zach was away performing dangerous missions for a super-secret branch of the army (until he nobly cut short his beloved military career to come home to help support his widowed mother). And, the precious children, Zach-Zachery, Tiffany, Bucky and Miranda - why they would become her whole life. Who needed a career, someone else could complete her research for the perfect concealer. Why even, Adelaide, Zachery-Zach's late wife's cousin who had been cooking and cleaning for him and who, everyone knew, was just waiting for Zachery-Zach to realize how wonderful she was and make her the new mother for his children, had welcomed her with open arms and gracefully withdrawn from competition for Zachery-Zach's affections. Adelaide had even promised to take her mushrooming in the spring and point out which were safe and which were poisonous.
"Oh Charlotte, I've realized what is really important are community picnics and church suppers with marshmallows in all the salads and having as many babies as I can as quickly as possible."
"Uh huh," Charlotte murmured, adding more gin, "and what about those four children he already has?"
"Oh, they-re just darling. Why already, ZZZ (not even Mis Sadie-Mabelle could force people to call him Zachery-Zach-Zach) is becoming less sullen and hostile, not dressing all in black and his grades have gone up. Tiffany has stopped shoplifting and dressing like a cheap hooker and has joined the church youth group. Little Bucky hardly ever plays with matches anymore, and yesterday, precious Miranda, the baby of the family, called me 'Mama.' Why, I who has never so much as owned a pet and know nothing about children, in only a month have healed the deep psychological scars all four had as a result of watching their mother go up in flames. I just know that when I have that first baby (or better yet, twins!) exactly nine months after the wedding, they'll all be perfect older siblings, helpful, cheerful and without any resentment at all. And they'll welcome each and every other baby I'll birth at regular two year intervals."
"You're sure this is a good idea - I mean, it's all a really big change," challenged Charlotte.
"Oh, I know what people say," admitted Mari-Ann, with a tiny frown puckering the flawless alabaster skin between her perfectly arched brows. "Marriage is a huge step and so is having children - not to mention taking on four stepchildren, especially when I'm only 15 years older than the eldest. I know the experts say maybe it's a good idea to just be married for a while before adding the stress of a baby, but that never makes any difference in any of the other books, so I don't see why it would for me."
"OK," said Charlotte, adding yet more gin, "How is he in bed?" Charlotte had seen Zachery-Zach in his body-hugging shiny polyester uniform with his belt full of law-enforcement gear and it had been hard to pick out which bulged more, his flashlight or his manhood.
"Oh Charlotte," blushed Mari-Ann, "You know I never had a social life in college or since, that all I've ever done is work, work, work. I was a 30 year-old virgin just waiting for Zachery-Zach. So of course, even though I had no experience at all, the sex has been fantastic, or so Zachery-Zach tells me."
"You're sure you won't miss all the restaurants and plays and concerts?" persisted Charlotte, dragging Mari-Ann from her blissful reverie. "I mean, there's not even an art film house here and probably no sushi for a hundred miles. Just remember Mari-Ann, this means no more Starbucks, Chinese take-out, really good pizza, delis, first-run movies, Broadway plays, Sax, Bloomingdales. . . ."
Mari-Ann fell silent, twisting her small, but perfect, diamond ring and gazing at the sign for Cooter's Café, where everything was fried, breaded, sugared and artificially colored. Suddenly, she threw the ring down onto the twig table (lovingly handcrafted by Grandpa Zachery), bolted upsight and exclaimed "Charlotte, you're right, go get your car and I'll grab my things. By this time tomorrow, we'll be so far away, Zachery-Zack will never catch me. I'll go back to Noble-Cause Cosmetics and kick my career into high gear." promised Mari-Ann.
"But what about Zachery-Zach, the four kids and the great sex?" queried Charlotte.
"Oh heck, Adelaide can have him and the four holy terrors. As for the sex, it probably wasn't that good anyway, I just didn't have anybody to compare him with. Besides, it's time I took advantage of my position as head of research. Remember, Noble-Cause Cosmetics is owned by the broodingly handsome, reclusive billionaire Derek Derekson. It's high time I employ a flimsy business-related pretext to barge into his lavishly decorated but impersonal, without a woman's touch penthouse, and catch him with a towel draped around his lean hips. Then, we can fight over something inconsequential and fall into bed." cried Mari-Ann.
"Wait a minute, isn't that another book?" demanded Charlotte.
"Yes," exclaimed Mari-Ann, "and one in which I'll be much more comfortable and better dressed!"


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- 1/2 cup shortening
- 1 cup creamy peanut butter
- 1 cup honey
- 2 eggs, lightly beaten
- 3 cups all-purpose flour
- 1 cup sugar
- 1-1/2 teaspoons baking soda
- 1 teaspoon baking powder
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- Preheat oven to 350°. In a bowl, mix shortening, peanut butter and honey. Add eggs; mix well. Combine flour, sugar, baking soda, baking powder and salt; add to peanut butter mixture and mix well.
- Roll into 1- to 1-1/2-in. balls and place on ungreased baking sheets. Flatten with a fork dipped in flour. Bake 8-10 minutes or until set. Remove to wire racks to cool. Yield: 5 dozen.
Reviews for Honey-Peanut Butter Cookies
"I'm fairly shocked at all of the positive reviews here. I'm a seasoned home baker. There is entirely too much flour in this recipe as that is what this cookie predominantly tastes like. I should have trusted my instincts and halved the flour. Shameful waste of good ingredients."
"I was so disappointed with the flavor. I realize they're called HONEY-Peanut Butter, but even hubby asked they had any peanut butter in them (and that after I added extra peanut butter like some of the reviewers suggested."
"I was hesitant to double the peanut butter as other reviewers recommended, so I added just an extra 1/2 cup. Even then, the honey taste dominates the flavor of these cookies. If you want the peanut butter taste to come through, then either double the peanut butter or reduce the honey. If I make them again, I will likely reduce the honey to just 1/4 cup. I used butter in place of shortening. They are chewy cookies & bake up nicely."
"Took some advice and doubled the peanut butter - it was perfect! I think if you didn't double it, it wouldn't have much peanut butter taste. They are so good and a bit chewy too!"


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The following resources are designed to provide grantmakers with information on how to craft mission statements for their organizations.
Beggs, Sarah (ed.), Erica C. Johnson, and Jack Thomas (ed.). The New Foundation Guidebook: Building a Strong Foundation. Bethesda, MD: Association of Small Foundations. 2003.
Experts and representatives from various philanthropies provide advice on starting a foundation. Topics covered include vision and mission statements, board members, tax and legal issues, financial management, grantmaking, and grantmaker associations. Articles have previously appeared in newsletters and other publications by the Association of Small Foundations.
"Creating a Mission For Your Foundation: Setting a Course Meaningful To You." Association of Small Foundations, vol. 9 (Summer 2005): p. 1-4.
Finney, Christopher. "Mission Haiku: the Poetry of Mission Statements." Nonprofit Quarterly, vol. 15 (Summer 2008): p. 54-5.
Advice on creating a mission statement by applying the craftsmanship of poetry. The author compares a mission statement to a haiku in that both must reduce a complex vision into a few carefully chosen words.
Peckham, Virginia. Grantmaking with a Purpose: Mission and Guidelines. Washington, DC: National Center for Family Philanthropy, 2000.
Provides instructions for how to create and evaluate a mission statement and guidelines and includes several examples drawn from family foundations.


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Would asking this get me branded as someone likely to cause trouble (make frivolous complaints about discrimination, etc.)? Is there a better way to go about asking this? All I'd be looking for is that there's at least one other woman.
As a hiring manager, I address diversity head-on both in job postings and in conversations with candidates -- no matter if the candidates are men or women. I strive to build diverse teams in terms of gender, experience level, skills, etc, and point it out when we achieve it, and talk about deficiencies when we don't. That is not the case with every company.
If diversity is important to a candidate, it is completely reasonable for the candidate to ask about the diversity of the team you may be joining, especially if it is not apparent in the interview or your interactions with potential teammates.
If diversity in terms of gender is important to a woman, and all she sees are men in the interview (or vice versa), it is completely reasonable to ask if there are women on the team (or men, on the flip side).
I gave those other examples because getting a full picture of the team you're joining is important (obviously!) and if something is important to you and you can't figure out the answer based on what you see or hear in your interview, you have to find out somehow.
Asking clarifying questions, no matter if it's about gender diversity or technical stack or corporate finances, is always appropriate. Now, how you ask about this or any question in the discovery process is important.
For example:
It is okay to ask this question.
That doesn't mean it won't get you branded.
Some people are jerks and view feminism as the root of all evil and brand you just for that. Others have (legitimately) had bad experiences with women actually causing trouble that also were vocal about, say, male to female ratio in teams.
It's hard to say what will get you branded in the heads of people but that doesn't mean you should anticipate or work around it.
Be open about your needs and worries. If you get branded or treated negatively for it, that employer or team is not the right one for you.
It's a question that may raise eyebrows.
What you can do though, which answers your question, is ask them for a tour of the office, during which you'll get a decent sense of the culture and whether you would be comfortable there. That's always a good idea even if you were happy being the only woman, it answers a load of other questions about the company too.
I've had a tour of an office where a developer had a huge poster of a woman in a bikini on the wall, which was pretty off putting. (I took the job though as this was a small negative in a ton of positives!) I'm the only female, but I'm pretty used to it now, having been the same in previous roles.
Certainly you're welcome to make any decision you choose in terms of a workplace - as far as I'm concerned. But I'll offer a thought - that assuming that an all-male team won't be sensitive or communicative or a good fit for you personally is almost as prejudicial as an all male team assuming that a woman wouldn't fit - and I'd fight valiantly either way to have all people give it a shot personally before you say it's an absolute failure. Point of reference, I'm a woman and I have worked on all male teams, and enjoyed it a great deal. I've been the only woman as an individual contributor, I've been the only woman and a boss, I've been the only woman on a team of bosses where I was not the leader of the group. In all cases, I'd offer that the joys and challenges of being on the team came from the open mindedness and professionalism of all involved, and not from gender.
Take it as you will.
With that said - I think you're most positive ways of asking about team composition are to stay away from the specific question "is this team all male?" and focus on the team composition. Here's a few thoughts that might prompt a discussion:
This will help form a picture of the company as a whole. I'd offer that even an all woman team probably isn't so great if you don't get promoted, don't get recognition of your work and don't get listened to when you interact with other teams - so the real goal here is to figure out how this company supports diversity, what do they do when there are interaction problems due to diversity, what do they do with the non-dominant demographic to make sure they aren't simply run over by the dominant majority?
Even as a woman, I'm not sure how I'd feel if a candidate asked me in an interview about the gender composition of the team. I always worry with any team that ideas and support are shared across the whole team. Certainly individuals will form closer ties with each other - some people are just easier to collaborate with, and sometimes like attracts like - but I want to know that the team is more likely to work as a single unit than for some subset of the team to split into a "them" vs. "us" dynamic. Granted, I don't think that every time someone asks a gender balance question that this is really what they are thinking, but in an interview, where everyone is fairly nervous and remote, it's very hard to get a read on what they do mean.
I don't think there is anything wrong with asking the question, but I would point out the following...
As for how to bring it up, if you're concerned that a direct question might sound accusatory or otherwise negative you could break the ice with a more indirect question. Something like "So I'm trying to envision the team I'd be working on, what can you tell me about it... is it a large team, small team, etc." Sometimes just starting down this road will naturally lead the conversation where you want it to go.
Also, I don't know about the company you're dealing with but at my place of employment it seems like every manager has an org chart within reach. If you express an interest in how the department is organized you might actually get a look at one which would allow you to infer the number of women by the names.
I have no problem with direct questions but if you are looking for a tactful way to broach the subject this is how I would open.
I don't think you need to "mark yourself out" in asking this. At the point of your questions just ask for a simple breakdown of the team/roles, you will likely get some specifics (even if just he/she when discussing members), if necessary you can drop in a quick question about male/female ratio.
The main thing is to casually drop it into the questions, people are likely to over-react if you make it a big point, just be subtle.
First, clarifying the problem. After reading the many comments, discussion and answers it all seems to boil to the fact that this question could be taken one of two ways:
So it is definitely an acceptable question to ask, and potentially a positive question, but there's a risk it might give a negative impression.
So the problem becomes: how to avoid that negative impression. I'm surprised that no-one has yet mentioned context and framing.
If she asks a simple "Would I be the only female?" in a discussion where the context is that she is a team player who is used to having strong working relationships and wants to be sure that she's moving to somewhere with a positive atmosphere where she will fit in and thrive, then that question is simply another example of her taking the move seriously and finding out what working here will be like. It fits in the context of the conversation, and that context is positive.
The risk comes in if she asks the same question out of the blue. The lack of context makes it sound like a rigid arbitrary demand.
So the problem becomes: how to turn an interview around to that sort of context?
It depends on the person and the interview, but it could go something like:
It fits the context of the conversation and doesn't jut out. It's clear from context that this isn't some arbitrary condition or demand, but is one part of her (positive) interest in working somewhere with a great dynamic.
Context is a massive influence on how things are perceived. Use it!
My sense is that if the interviewer is consciously seeking to address a gender imbalance, then he or she will bring the issue up first anyway. ("By the way, we have 10 developers, only two of which of are women: how would you feel about working in that type of environment?").
If the interviewer doesn't bring it up first, there's frequently a point towards the end where the good interviewer asks, "Do you have any questions or concerns about us?" That may be the time to address the topic, almost as if it were an afterthought, even though it may not be.
Job interviews have so much sensory overload and so many agendas--you are constantly sizing up each other, looking for the slightest clues to justify a large, important decision -- my advice is to keep things as light as possible, while being as up front as the situation allows with respect to your needs and expectations.
If this is critical to you in making the decsion, then yes ask the question. However, be aware that in doing so, you may be severely limiting your employment options. You are in an industry that is very lopsided in terms of gender. By asking that question you frankly come across as less confident that someone who doesn't ask such questions. You also tend to weed yourself out of the running if there are currenlty no women even if they are fine working with women.
I think perhaps you are mistaking the reason for other women's bad experiences and thus are considering asking the wrong question. I have been the only woman many, many times and occasionally it has been bad and mostly it has been fine. And I've worked one place where the only person who was a problem to work with was the only other woman. It has come down to corporate culture in the end, not male/female ratio. So what you are interested in might really be how the people in the office treat each other.
It is hard to ask good culture questions. However, you can deduce alot from how you are treated in the interview and from a good walk around of the office spaces. Watch to see how people relate to each other as you walk through. Is there eveidence of a lot of inappropriate humor or sexual type pictures? Do all the men seem to be young and single? Do they play alot of games? Do they work 90 hours a week? Those tend to be the places where I found women are less comfortable. You may be looking for other things. But think about the kind of culture you want more than the male/female ratio.
Just ask to meet/see the team you'll be working with. The entire team.
Say you're interviewing with 3 people and the time for "questions" comes. At that time say "I'd like to meet the team." What will probably happen is they'll take you over to the area where your to-be-teammates are. If you don't see any other women on the team, then simply don't join.
You, as the job hunter, are responsible for investigating the environment you are placing yourself in.
Sometimes, it is better to ask a question, or request to see something, which will indirectly get the response to a question in your mind, without asking that question explicitly, or having the recruiters ever even know that (working with a woman) was a concern of yours.
I think you're entitled to asking about this and it's perfectly reasonable to do so, as it's not just them looking for a candidate, but also you looking for a job that attracts you.
However, please consider the actual relevance of this.
Consider for example a male looking for a job as a secretary or nurse, where according to this study most workers are female. Should he ask "How many males will I be working with"? It's the same situation.
Since matters of race and gender are frequently put together, this is similar to a white person going to Africa or a black person going to Russia and asking "How many white/black people will I be working with?". I don't see a problem with it, others might. If they do, that's not the company for you, simple :)
Edit: I believe one good way to ask this, instead, is to ask if the company embraces diversity of viewpoints as a core value. Chances are, an aversity to work with men would come to bite you sooner or later, so just expecting and providing respectfulness will make work better, no matter the genders.
Yes, but not directly...
The 1st thing to consider is your intention which you have already informed about knowing whether there are other women in the team, its natural !
You can ask this sort of sensitive question through policy details. You can ask, "Hey, I would like to know if you have specific policies designed for women to empower, support, and encourage them to be a multi-tasker for a work-life balance."
Wait for an answer, smile to any reply they give and then display a thinking face asking "Will there be supporting opportunities like IJPs (Internal Job Postings); etc., for women to swap teams who have been long staying in the same team and look for a change ? For eg., in the team I am about to join which has a strength of 8 people, will that include any women too....?"


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"Evolve" for the PS4, Xbox One and PC is taking a unique approach to the online multiplayer experience. The game will pit four human hunters against a single, evolving alien beast. 2K Games and Turtle Rock Studios announced Friday that it plans to highlight this uniqueness with a set of trailers made from the perspective of all five player characters in the game.
"On April 24th experience #4v1 as both the Hunters and the Monster in an interactive, multi-channel trailer featuring footage from every perspective of a full match of Hunt!" Turtle Rock posted on the game's Facebook page. The post came with the accompanying teaser trailer that you can see above.
The trailer walks through the hunters – trapper, assault, support and medic – as well as the alien monster. "Evolve" takes players to an alien planet where the four hunters attempt to kill the monster win. Conversely, the monster tries to either kill the four hunters or complete a secondary objective such as destroying the human base or power plant.
Each character, both human and monster, will have unique abilities to aid them in their task. However, the monster can become stronger by killing smaller creatures before eventually reaching a cocoon-like stage before emerging as an even deadlier adversary.
While the human characters have all been revealed, the only version of the monster revealed so far has been the "Goliath". It was featured at PAX East this past week where Turtle Rock revealed that players will be able to assign points to different monster abilities to increase the variance in what the hunters should expect. The monster player could pour all of his points into fire-breathing and making it deadly to take on at a distance, for example, or go for a more balanced approach by investing points across fire-breathing, ground pounding, rock throwing and the other abilities.
The game definitely has a multiplayer bent but Turtle Rock Studios promises a single-player campaign. Specific details on what that entails will have to wait though.
"Evolve" is currently slated for release sometime during the third quarter of 2014 for the PS4, Xbox One and PC. That's between the months of July and September.


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Cured In a Few Weeks.
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House, Troy, N. Y., is the leading lady
with the Aubrey Stock Co. She writes
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health now."-Alice Bielke.
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. Richey of Easley' Route 3, wvere
aarried in Easley on the 16th inst.,
ev. J. F. Matheson performing the
remny. The happy young couple
ave bright prospect before them
ud carry the well wishes of their
any friends for a long life of useful.
ess prospei~y, happiness and joy'
--Claude Hester, wvho has been
lping (Guy McFall in his store
neo the holidays has accepted a po.
tion there for this year, and invites
I of his friends to call and see him.
lade is a golod fellow and a splen
id salesman and will treat the cua
Lwmra of this reliable firm night.
'hen in need of anything usually
rriedi in a general mnerchandise
ock call on Guy McLall and he or
in clerks w ill do the right thing by
....Jno. T. L'Flnnell, who for some
mee has been manager of the firm of
. T1. Fnnell & Co., at this place, has
urch ased a lot near the Easley Cot
an Mlills and has ere'cted a store
ouse theroonI, and will in a few cdays
ifer the peopl, of that place a clean
traighit stock of goods. John is a
ood fellow and will make friends
werever he goes. The firmi he has
een con,,ected with, having been
lissolved by mu tual ouc)et, offers
heir entire stock at and belo.w cost.
-.The Bell Ringers will be at Pick.
mIl nex t Wednesday night, Febhru.ar:
8h. I)on't fail to hear this mzusical
rent. It is' something that seldom
camos our way and all losers of good
usic sBolld attend. Tfhi a is a very
hgh class attraction whioh the cotn
mu ten is bringing here and the prie
is hight r thana the o1thers hieretofor<
>ut on but the tickets will be the samw
>rice. Come and bring the familj
diion g. This comnpanly has been boarc
n thirty eight states and have "mnade
good" at ealch entertain ment.
-The enterltainmhlent given by lth
Daughters of thu Confederacy las
Wednsday night wvas greatly anpiy
md by all wh attended. A hitrg
.rowdl was prst011 and neatly twentI
dollars was ieal ized. T1heo enitetair
ment wvas a high class one', a reguli
50c prograim hbeing rendered. Eec
and~ every number was i ls
it4ell anlil each one was a gem. r
prticula rize and~ mont111ion each fea
tre is out of the questlionl for1
would be huardl to tell which foum
was the host or' made the greatei
hit. The inumaical num11bern were 11
lino arid especially those of the bat
n~ bic 1wa asaiated ~y tho E isit
hand. Tlhe evening was a suce
froum start to liis h and the U. D.
are to be commnO. edd for frnishir
*such an e.ven' ig of amusemnlt. It
to be hoped that they will repea~t L
pogram, or give Lometing neW,
an early day.
LaGrippe Is Epidemic Catarrh,
IT spares no class or nationality. The
cultured and the ignorant,tho aristo
crat and the pauper, the masses and the
classes are alike subject to la grippe.
None are exempt-all are liable.
Grip Is well named. The original
French term, Ia grippe, has been short
ened by the busy American to read
Withoutintending to do so, a new
word has been coined that exactly
describes the case. As if some hideous
giant with awful grip had clutched us
in its fatal clasp.
Men, women, children, whole towns
and cities are caught in the baneful grip
of a terrible monster.
Have you the grip? Or, rather, nas
the grip got you? If so, read the fol
lowing letters.
These testimonials speak for them
selves as to the efficacy of Peruna in
cases of Ia grippe or its after-effects:
Saved by Pe-ru-na.
Hon. James R. Guill is one of the old.
eat and most esteemed men of Omaha,
Neb. He has done much to make it
what it is, serving on publie boards a
number of times. He endorses Peruna
in the following words:
"I am 68 years old, am hale and hearty
and Peruna has helped me attain it.
Two years ago I had la grippe-my life
was despaired of. Peruna saved me."
J. R. Guill.
A Relative of Abraham Lincoln.
Mr. Silas S. Lincoln, who resides at
913 1 street, N. W., Washington, D. C.,
has the honor of being third cousin to
Abraham Lincoln. He writes:
"I had la grippe five times before us.
Ing your medicine. Four years ago I
began the use of Peruna, since which
time I have not been troubled with that
"I can now do as much work at my
desk as I ever could in my life. I have
gained more than ten pounds in
weigh t."-8. S. Lincoln.
Pe-ru-na Not Only Cured La Grippe but
Benefited the Whole System.
Miss Alice M. Dressler, 1818 N. Bryant
Ave., Minneapolis, Minn., writes:
"Last spring I suffered from Ia grippe
and was partially cured, but the bad
after-effects remained through the
summer and somehow I did not get
strong as I was before.
"One of my college friends who was
visiting me asked me try Peruna and I
(lid so and found it all and more than I
had expected. ,
"It not only cured me of the catarrh
but restored in to perfect health, and
built up the entire systom."-Alioe M.
Address Dr. S. B. Hartman, President
of Tho Hartman SanitariumColumbus,
--Mrs. Elizabeth Simmons, widnov
of A. R. Simmons, who died in 1871.
died at her home near Sheriff H.
Brown's on the ni-fht of the 20th in
stant, after a lingering illness, aged
eigty five years. She leaves nine.
chailren, five sons and four daugh
ters. Mrs. Simmons was a small
woman, never weighing 100 pounds.
Shec had bee~n a member of - Cross
hetadsR church for about fifty five
years. Her remains will be laid to
rest Thursday at the Hendricks
grave yard at Mica postoffice. She
was a conisitenit Christian woman
and eaives a host of relatives and
frienads to mourn her (loath.
ANCEMEN-l have now in my po.
session sixty sevena per cent of the
fonda subscribed to the farmers alli
ance exchange limited for distribution
to the original contributors. Would
like to h~ave the sub trustee stock
h~olders and all ot hers who weore eem
hsrs of the alliance to meet me . at
Packens C H. on Saileaday in March
to arrange for the distribution.
W, T. O'Dell, County Trustee
Stockholders- td.
WVe have secured the agesioy for
Iron King Stoves and Ranges and
and are in a position to - make you
close prices on both.
Folger, Thoratiey & Co.
J. F. Brock, woodworkman, in the
Ashmore building, is prepared to
mend or~ make over your vehicles and
do a general line of repair work. Saw
setting and sharpening aspesialty.
Give mec a call when in needot gen.
er31 repair work. Prepared to do all
kinds of pipe cutting and-86ting. tb
NOTION-All persona- are bereb)
warned mnot to hire, har bor, aid or abet
in any way, my sen, Plumer Brown
otae 18 years, who has left his homa
without just cause. A ny one disre
gardidg this notice will be dealt witi
according to law.
2.7 St. J. L,. Brown, R. F. D. No. 2
Pickens, S. C
Just aeceived the largest ear c
Li Furnituire sver shipped to Pickenm
, Ia icts I ighat.
Folger, Thiornley & Ce
NOT'ICE-- have some very desii
able tracts of land for salo nesar th~
town of Walhalla, S. C. I also hai
,some nice lots5 in Walhalla. *See in
t quick or wvrite me at Waihalls, Si. (
Office WValballa Bank,
a 2 5 4t. F. A. Lewis.
y "Enreka" Stock and Poultry poi
-tiers at J. TP. Fenneli & Ce
h aiof Stri u eelIns
Many people auier for years fro
Y rheumatic pains, and prefer to do
0 rathier than~ take the strong mnediem
- usually given for rhenmatism, not kno
t ing that quick relief from pain may,
Shad simplly by applying Chamnb~rlin
Paini Balm and without taking any am
(;ine internally. For sale by Pickt
DIlrug Co. anid I', N. Hunter, Liberty
y' A aman whlo once hand rough her
a8 hands made themn soft and1( smooth w
W.\itch lHeyA" iBalve, biut lie usaed the g
nine -that bearing the name "E. (I.
Wi'tt. it Co ChticWo." For am'en, hoi
cu4emts, hurns, bruises, ete., it lase no eq'
1)0 ar.d aifords almostl immediate reie~f fr
at blind, bleeding, iching and protruld1
pjiles. Sold by Pickens D~rug Co.
Ything in Car
TED-The larges
Dd to Pickens.
0 $50, Dressers from $5
boards, Safes, Dining T
Mattresses, Hall Rack
ase City Buggies, Cai
ails, Fresh car of Salt
.ces right.
)st up-to-date line of Di
Purnishing Goods, Harc
2ountry. See us for an
ee you and will treat yl
.ng Goods a specialty. Sole Agents for
County of Pickens,
y J. B. Newbery, Esquire, Probate
rher~eas, A. J. Boggs, C. C. P., has
eo snit to me to grant him letters of
itnistration of the estate of and ef
s of Lt. B. Wham, deceased.
HtasR AlE THREuuFoRE to cie and
toInish all and smngular the kindred
ers ditors of the said R. B.
am, deceased, that they be nnd ap
r beforo me, in the Court of Pro
A, to be held at Piokens Court House,
,on the 20th d'iy of March, 1906,
er publiention hereof, nt 11 o'clock in
forenoon, to shew cuse, if any they
e, whsy the said administration should
be granted,
a Given under my hand and
EAL ~.seal, this tho 6th day of Feb
--') runty, 190G, in the 130th year
ur Independence.
J. B3. Newhery,
Nor'esident SumnioRS.
County of Pickens.
Court of Common Plea.
a mons for Relief-Complaint not
Ik of Pendleton, a corporation dluly
sartered by law. Plaitniff.
aes Peek, James Peek the Junior, Tr.
.Lowery, and W. 0. Wilson.
the Defendants above named.
ow are hereby Summoned and re
red to answer the complaint in thisC O
on, of wvhich a cop)y is herewith
red upon you, and to serve a copy of
ir answer to the said comnplainlt ona the
scriber at his office at Pickens, S. C.
lhin twenty (lays after the service
cot, exclusive of the day of such sor
e, and If you fail to answer the com
mt withi the time aforesaid, the
intiff in this antion will sapl to theA
art for the relief demande in this M r ie
aplaint. M r ie
)ated Jan 2nd, 1906A m
L. J, fBoggs, Am
C.C .J. P. Carey, Grade
Plaintiff's Attorney.
['o the absent defendant Jannes Peek,
cc fiotice that t'w~ summons in the
>ve stated caselof which the foregoing Call o u
a copy, and the complaint was filed OnOl
the ofice of the Clerk of the Court for
kens County, 8. U. on the 2nd day of An
uary 1900. J. P.Carey,
0td Plaintiff's Attorney.
Iamm *m4W~me '4e 33-45
TEXAS i
trkansas and Southwest~
On~e-way tickets at half fare plus 12.
Rloundl trip tickets at less thian one-way
la .2 n 1.the samew
Pe6and2 have a few
Calicoes a
Stop-overs both ways and 21 day. retu rn ; *
hmtt on round trilp tickets. Write for m ap~ C
older, anid piek your dlato andi say wheni Reme
51nd where yo'a want to go and we will give'an
y'ou full informatton byreturn mail. ~Pr
i~y because I
. IL. P. SMt'TH, T. P. A. ~s ala
Cottons Iie't Route,
233 FEquitable, liuilding~
JUST RECEDl
SEver 'shipp
we are offe
Suits from $15 t
Everything fn Side
en~ Tables, Springs,
with prices xight.
Solid car of Oh
Barbed Wire and N
everything ~.ith pri
The best and m<~
Hiats, Shoes, Qents I
Saddlery in th eup <
are always glad to s
-Shoes, Hats, .Gents Furnishi
King Stoves and Battde Axe Shoes.
Surveyor and Notary Public,
- Jud
Redmond, S. C.
Notice of Disolutior, a
The firm of J. T. Feninell & Co.
bas been dhisolved by m'utuhl consent. pea
J. T. Fennell, bat
* ~ Manager. 8.
For the next ten days I will Bell at aft
and below -coat a greneral litie of mer
cbandise, at Pickens, S. (3. Come niot
one, coime a.ll and get bargains.
J. T. 'Fennrel'. .8
February 12, 1906.
sick Headache. -
This distressing ailme nt results from a --
disordered condian of the stomach. All
that is needed teoeffect a cure is a dose or
two of Cha mberlain's Stomach and Liver ST)
Tablets. iIn fuet, the attack maybe ward
e.d ofif, or greatly lessened in severity, by
taking a dose of these Tablets as soon as
the first symptom of ain attack appears. SurK
Sold by Pickens Drug Co. and T2. N. .er
H unter, Liberty'. iBar
The Best Physic. 0
When you want a phsysic that is mild
and gentle, easy to ta ke and certain to JanI
act, always use Chamberlain's 8tomaolih
and Liver Tablets. For sale by Pickens
Drug Co. and T. N. Hunter, Liberty, To
A Oard. qui
Thlis is to certify that all druggist are act
authorized to refund your money if Fe- sera
icy's Honey and Tar fails to cnre yonr yor
cough or cold, It stops the cough, sUt
heals the lungs and prevents serious wit
results from colds, Cures la grippe he,
cough and prevents pneumonia and con- VIC
sumption. Contains no opiates. The
genuine is a yellow package. Refus, all
subtitutes, Plekens Drug Co.,R.,
Smith, Easley.,c
Wrightfnlly Burned.
Chas. WV. Moore, a machinist, of Ford
City, Pa., had his huand frightfully
burned in ani electi'ical furnacei He ap
plied Bucklen's Arnica Salv6 with the Tal
fusual result: "a quick mnd perfect cure." ab<
Greatest healer on earth for burns, is
wounds, sores, eczema and piles. 25c in
at Pickons Drug Co. Pk
_____ ____ ___-Ji
Thne Yellow Fever Germ. 1-1
*Has recently heen discovered. It bears -
a close resemblane to the malaria germ. ~
To free the system from the germs of
disease, the most effect ive remedy is Dr.~
'King's New Life Pils. Guaranteed to
curo all diseases due to malaria poison .
and constipation. 253 at Piekens Drug
They never gripe or sicken, but
cleanse and strengtheni thle stomachel, liver
n and bowels. This is the universal ver
o diet of the many thousands who use D3
ca Witt's Little Ea'rly Risers. These (a
. mons little pills relieve headache, con
e stipation, billiousncss, jauudice, torpId
a' liver, sallow complexion, etc. Try Little
- Early Risers. Bold by Pickens Drug Co.
All old time Cough Syrups bind the
howels. Thlis is wvrong. A new idea ~
ywas advanced two years ago in Kennedy's
a Laxative Honey and Tar. Th'lis remedy
en acts on the mucous membranos of the
e throat and lungs and loosens the bowels
e, at the i-ame timie. It expels all cold fr. a
d, the M3ytem. It elcars the throat, and
mrr strengthon5 the mucous membranes, re
g lievea coughs, colda, eroup, whooping
ough, oto. Sold by Piokens Drug Os e
Load Lots.
t car of Furiliture
See the great values
to $1.5, Beds from $2 to $10,
tbles, Centre Tables, Kitch
, Bed Lounges, Cots, 'etc.,
Mitchell Wagons, Car of
and Flour. Anything and
"y Goods, Notions, Clo thing,
[ware, Stoves, Harness and
rthing you may need. We
>u right.
s Truly,
the Mitchell Wagans, Chase City Bnggies, Iron
During the next 30 days we *
will be rounding up and closing#
out winter goods.
We're not giving away goods,
neither have our profits been so
*large as to permit us to sell at
Bu wewill sell all of our
*heavy Cassimners, Kerseys and
*woolen goods at greatly re
$duced prices, all the profit off.*
Ltof 8%i cts dark outings$
#to go at 6%ets.
S La dies cloaks and jackets to*
be sold for less than first cost.
Have lot of odd sizes in shoes*
that will be sold at bargains.j g
You can save money by calling
on us during next 30 days.
* A. K. Park.
Wst End, Greenville, S. C.
To increase Your Yield, us
niderson Fertilizers
ally. A Labor Saver, a Money Maker, Beats All.
riiated with FISH, BLOOD, and other High.
For Information,
Agent at your nearest Railroad Station, or
~rson Phosphate and Oil Co.,
old by Folger, Thorniey & Co., Pickens, S. C.
Moore SeIls 'em Cheap.
ht a stock of goods at a bargain and will sell them
ay, call and see me for most anything you want I
dress skirts and Boy's knee pants to go cheap.
nd Outings at a bargain. A lot of Shoes to go
Lct everything cheap.
mnber the old meat market and bring me some
a~l the Raw Hides green or dry that you can get
am selling goods, I .don't forget my meat market
get yonr meat or anything else you want.
The Old Meat Market.
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Behind the Pen of Deborah Simmons
(This interview was originally written for The Literary Times in 1996.)
This issue of managing two different periods of history seemed crucial to me. I have read many authors who write well about the regency period but write medievals that go too far where violence, poor living conditions, and attitudes against women are concerned. Other authors simply take a regency attitude when they write medievals so that the darkness and heaviness of the period doesn't come through. Deborah, however, really sets the tones necessary for each time period. Even though I found Deborah's ease at this amazing, it's not an issue for her. She says, ". . . I don't do anything special that I'm aware of, other than read a lot. . . My mother was an English teacher and a closet poetry writer who passed down her love for reading and writing to me."
While the initial change from the regency period to the medieval period was difficult for her, once she decided on the late 13th century, it seemed to coalesce. And, though she feels comfortable writing both eras now, she still finds medievals more difficult and swears them off after each one is completed. That is, until she gets bored with the regency period and needs another challenge.
Deborah says that the initial research of the medieval period was particularly difficult because the period is so vast. She persevered, however, and this initial work gave her a strong base of knowledge to work from. Now, intense research is not necessary for her and she can focus on characterizations. Because she is a stay-at-home mom, she can only work daytime hours during the school year. As such, it can take her six months to a year to complete a book. And of course, reading romances also slows her down.
Deborah loves to read romances and "grew up on Georgette Heyer and Mary Stewart." She worked as a journalist on a small town newspaper until the birth of her first child. She decided at that point to try her and at writing full-time what she loved to read, romantic fiction. She particularly admires and was influenced in her writing by Amanda Quick, Julie Garwood, Anne Stuart, Jo Beverley, Arnette Lamb, Linda Howard and Laura London. Two books which greatly influenced her to write are Kathleen Woodiwiss' The Wolf And The Dove and Laura London's Windflower.
Deborah's books are spicier than the other Harlequin Historicals I've read. She has never been requested to tone down their sensuality. She says, in fact, that, "... my editor tells me I've got a reputation (within the line) to live up to." Her reputation is deserved - she writes wonderfully intimate scenes filled with love and desire.
Of course, it helps to have tall, dark, handsome heroes and well endowed heroines with long-flowing tresses. It also helps that the heroes grow to love their heroines as they are, and love them, not in spite of themselves, but precisely because they are who they are.
The Vicar's Daughter is character-driven as opposed to being driven by a plot of intrigue and conflict. Both the hero and heroine's POV are expressed throughout so that we feel what the hero and the heroine are feeling. Having the hero's POV allowed me to know Lord Wycliffe and his obsession with schedules, order, and society's rules. It also allowed his growing obsession and love for Charlotte to shine through. The combination is very funny as we see Lord Wycliffe loosening up his methodical, logical, ordered life to accept the wonders Charlotte brings.
Deborah says she sees her characters in a scene or situation, and the book flows from there. For The Vicar's Daughter, she was inspired to write Lord Wycliffe's story by the husband of a married friend. Her friend had complained that ". . . her husband planned every aspect of their lives on a time-line. I thought it would be funny to shake up a guy like that with a more free-spirited heroine." This book is reminiscent of Bewitching by Jill Barnett, albeit without the supernatural aspect. The Vicar's Daughter is Deborah's favorite book because it is so filled with humor. It is also my favorite book by this author (although that might change after I read her others). It is also one of my favorite books by any author.
Taming the Wolf is more complex than The Vicar's Daughter. It is what I like to call a "road romance" because for much of the story, the hero and heroine are on the road from one place to another. This is where the Dunstan "the Wolf" and Marion "the Wren" meet, argue, fall in love, get into trouble, and save each other. Very strong images of dark and foggy forests, dank and dark castles, and dangers are expressed extremely well. While the heroine having to prove herself to the hero is common in romances, Deborah handles this adeptly in Taming the Wolf, taking the reader through tortuous twists and turns along the way.
A pivotal scene takes place late in the book. Dunstan has only seen Marion behave as a strong woman until her evil uncle arrives on the scene. Abused her whole life by this horrible man, Marion turns into a cowering shell of herself when he's around - just the way she had always been until she escaped him. The evil uncle batters and badgers Marion repeatedly and she takes it - until he insults her beloved husband. Watching the abuse, then seeing her falter and regain the strength he's always seen in her causes Dunstan to realize his love. Watching the Wolf learn gentleness and the Wren grow strong because of their love is absolutely profound.
Deborah obviously has a keen imaginary mind because her husband is not inclined toward the romantic. He doesn't read her books and wants her to write a book about a murder in their part of rural Ohio. She says, "Ugh, that's too realistic for this romantic!"
This romantic has certainly been busy. We have The Devil Earl, an historical set in the regency period to look forward to in May. In September, Maiden Bride, a sequel to the medieval The Devil's Lady, will be released. She is currently working on a sequel to The Vicar's Daughter and will tackle one of the Wolf's brothers' story for her next book. The Wolf has six brothers and I'm looking forward to reading each of their stories.
--Laurie Likes Books


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b4 the draft, I was hoping maybe the Knicks would have taken a shot at Green, but all the boards had Green going to Portland. What you got to understand though is that taking Green would have been a greater risk for Isiaiah than taking Frye.
1) We already have Ariza, so if we drafted Green, Nate, and got Rich, IT would have gotten killed if Green did not pan out. Green refused to work out against other rookies b4 the draft which hurt his stock, speculation of him being too weak, too immature, suspect defense, and only being a high school senior didn't help either. That's why he fell so low in the draft.
At least with Frye, we can develop him behind a fringe starter where he can mature while he gets playing time. Unless Green is the second coming of Lebron, he would not have seen the floor much behind Crawford, Richardson and Ariza.
2) A spectacular dunk doesn't mean he is going to be the next big thing. There are alot of players in the league that could do that who average around 6 points a game. I've been watching his reviews for the summerleague, analysts say he's a long way from contributing, and face it, Isiah does not have time to gamble on projects.
I think we are focusing too much on summerleague stats. Remember Wade and Lebron struggled in the summerleague, look how they turned out. All of our picks are expected to be legit, so let's be positive and give our rooks a chance.
4 years from now gerald wallace will be an all star
my bad made a mistake i meant gerald green
green is still immature (especially in the emotional department) and too raw. he wont be an all star in just 4 years. it will take at least 6-7. jermaine oneal didnt do **** for his first four yrs in the nba, and hes a big man.
still, green would have been a much better choice than frye. frye will NEVER be an all star. hes too short and skinny to be a good center and hes too skinny to be a good power foward. hes not special in any way. frye will be an AVERAGE player at best. green would have had much better trade value than frye. people talk about wanting to get a PF...well lets say the clippers were thinking about trading elton brand...would they trade him in a package that included gerald green or a package that included channing frye?


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The Can-Link Connectors are used to connect two items with lug or wire loop fittings. A common use is to connect a wire mesh grip to the pulling wire. The connectors are manufactured from high strength stainless steel with hardened clevis pins. The two smaller sizes have slotted clevis pins, while the larger sizes have hexagon clevis pins.
The Rope to Rope Connectors are used to connect two ropes of up to 7/8" diameter. The entire product, including sheaves, is manufactured from Stainless Steel. Replacement sheaves are available by contacting the customer service department. The sheaves run on standard DCD Clevis pins, which are also available as spares. This product is available only in the one size since it can also easily be used for smaller rope sizes.
The Rope to Swivel Connector is designed to achieve in two products what the competition does in four. These all Stainless Steel connectors are designed to maximize usefulness by both catering to the same rope capacity and simply offering different ends to attach to the most popular swivel sizes. Replacement sheaves are available by contacting the customer service department.


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Coronary Heart Disease (cont.)
More Prevention
Diet: A balanced, low-fat diet is good not just for people with high cholesterol but for everyone.
Smoking: Quitting smoking is the single best change you can make.
Physical inactivity: Exercise helps to lower your blood pressure, increase your level of good cholesterol (HDL), and control your weight.
Obesity: Excess weight puts extra strain on your heart and blood vessels by increasing blood pressure, plus frequently associated with diabetes, high cholesterol and triglycerides, and low HDL.
High blood pressure: If you have high blood pressure, your health care provider should treat it aggressively.
Diabetes: Diabetes causes blockage and hardening (atherosclerosis) of blood vessels everywhere in the body, including coronary arteries. Controlling diabetes significantly reduces coronary risk.
Viagra and coronary heart disease: If you intend to use sildenafil (Viagra) for erectile dysfunction, contact your doctor to make sure it is safe for you.
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Have You Applied to the Federal Health Insurance Marketplace?
If you applied to the federal Health Insurance Marketplace for health insurance, you may have been told that you or your family may be eligible for Medical Assistance coverage (Medicaid/FAMIS) in Virginia. The Marketplace's responsibility is to send those applications to Virginia for an eligibility determination, however, in the initial months of operation, there was some delay in the Marketplace sending and states receiving those applications. The Virginia Department of Social Services has committed a special team to addressing the backlog of applications from October 2013, however, we understand that applicants want to know as soon as possible if their applications have been received and their eligibility determined.
Because of the backlog, we are encouraging applicants who applied at the Marketplace from October 2013 through January 2014 to file an application directly with their local department of social services preferably using our online system, CommonHelp (www.commonhelp.virginia.gov), in person or by mail or by calling CoverVA toll free at 1-855-242-8282 (www.CoverVa.org.) In this way, we can help to ensure that your application will be addressed using the most current information. Thank you for your cooperation.
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Position: FB
Height: 5-11 Weight: 250 lbs.
Born: April 30, 1982 in San Diego, CA
High School: University
College: Montana (school history)
Drafted by the Baltimore Ravens in the 5th round (158th overall) of the 2005 NFL Draft.
Weighted Career AV (100-95-...): 0 (15060th overall since 1950)
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