An eye-opening look into the world of human trafficking. Pilar thought she was destined to die until she met Becky. A fairy tale ending to this story with the help of Tess is called Justice. It was time for someone to hit back because the courts in Small Town, La. didn't care.
The Book of Pilar Grace
Sexual abuse and child molestation is rampant in the world and hidden behind ugly and pretty closed doors; so is mental and physical abuse. It's time someone hits back because the courts in Small Town, La. let child predators go free. Pilar Grace is an intelligent 13-year-old, but she's innocent and living with her dominant and illiterate aunt and uncle. She's mature for her age but there's nothing much a girl of 13 can do to defend herself when she was raised getting used to abuse, so she reads books and cuts herself to cope. Someone needs to help her, but who can step in and stop the madness when almost the whole damn town is like a small Sodom and Gomorrah? Pilar Grace is taken from her mother at birth by her insanely jealous sister, Dill. Pilar is physically and mentally abused from birth by her Aunt Dill, and no one knows in the secluded place they live in called Small Town. It's her 13th birthday and her illiterate Uncle Jack tells her it's time for her to earn her keep around the house by making men happy. Small Town is part of a child sex ring that's operated by Mr. Boss. Pilar is an innocent child of such activities. All she knows about life is what she reads in fantasy library books and school magazines. She's not allowed to go anywhere, and she can never cross the old bridge to go on the other side of the bayou, except on the school bus. She begins cutting herself to cope at the age of 8. She cut to cope until a girl named Becky took up for her and stood up against her school bullies. How will Pilar's life end up with the help of Becky and an old lady fortune teller they meet in New Orleans? Will Pilar Grace be a victim, a static, or a survivor? RATED R --- FICTION An eye opening look into the world of human trafficking. Some real life stories rarely have a good ending. Most children trapped into sex rings, die, but the end of this story is also what I call justice for the ones who do harm to a child in this manner. Expect surprise endings.If you can't stomach 27 pages of a 274 page fictional novel that clearly states it's rated R and is about sexual abuse, don't ask to read this story, and don't GUESS that you know what this story is about. You don't.
Excerpt
“Pilar Grace, I said supper was ready about ten minutes ago when I called you from the window. You made me come outside on the front porch to call you, again!”
Dill was mad at Pilar for not coming the moment she called her, but she was never pleased with anything she did or said. Dill’s bitching wasn’t anything new to her. A few times Pilar answered her back, and she learned quickly to just keep her mouth shut when Dill spoke to her because she got the strap on her butt more than she cared to remember for answering her back.
“I know that you heard me the first time I called for you. Come inside right away when I call you, dammit. You never learnt that yet… and this is the last time I’m gonna call you twice. Girl, you gonna get another whipping with the strap if you not sitting at that table in five minutes!”
Pilar looked at her Aunt Dill on the front porch of their old house that was built over the canal in Small Town, Louisiana. Standing there with her strawberry print apron over her big brown dress that went down almost to her ankles, she looked like Barney on the Flintstones cartoons. It seemed to Pilar that she always wore the same dress because she always had the apron on to cover the dress. Her Uncle Jack was getting off of the trawl boat to eat supper. When Dill called Pilar, he came to the house, too.
Dill didn’t look old for being fifty, but she never dressed nice. She thought her tall, skinny Uncle Jack was too cheap let her buy clothes, but she came to the conclusion that she was just scuzzy that way. She’d get all of their clothes from the Goodwill bin next to the bar. Everything was free for the poor people. Dill brought Pilar some skirts and blouses from the bin to go to school, but that old strawberry print apron was Dill’s trademark.
When Dill and Jack met at the local bar across the street, they were both 37. Her mama was 27, when Pilar was born. She figured that out on her own, because her mama and Dill were ten years apart but she wasn’t allowed to talk about her mama at all. So, the story she heard was that her mama left her with Dill and Jack after she was born and ran away, but she never knew why.
Jack was always yelling at Dill and she’d yell back at him. They were always fussing about that broken-down trawl boat. Dill didn’t like him in there so much, but Jack made it clear to her that he was doing what he wanted to do and never to fuss with him.
Pilar overheard them talking about a lot of things that happened in their life because her small bedroom was next to the kitchen. There was no living room. Just the kitchen when they entered, two small bedrooms and a bathroom. When anyone opened the front screen door, they were in the kitchen. The back porch was smaller than the front porch. That old house was all Pilar every knew, besides school, and photos in books and magazines she checked out at the library at school.
Twelve years had gone by since she was with them, and she didn’t know if they were married. They didn’t live a life the way she read married people do in her library books. Jack stayed on the boat. Dill stayed in the house.
She knew they never had any children. She was the only child they raised and being almost thirteen years old and not knowing anything about her mama, that would mess with her mind sometimes. She asked, but she was told to shut up and not ask about her mama at all or she’d get a whipping. It was none of her business, she was told.
Hearing them fuss didn’t bother her much anymore. It was the whippings she didn’t like, so she did what she was told because she didn’t want the strap sting on her butt.
Sitting on the grass near the bayou, Pilar answered in a scared voice, “I hear you now Aunt Dill. I’ll be right there for supper in two minutes. I promise. I don’t want the strap again. I’ll be at the table.” She hurried to pick up her school books that she had on the ground, shoving all of them in her cloth school sack from the Goodwill bin that looked like a tote bag. Pilar was intelligent, not illiterate like her aunt and uncle.
Living along the swampy side of the old bridge that went over the bayou in Small Town, in a secluded area, there was only their old house with a long wharf to the road and their trawl boat that never worked. Across the street, there was and an old grocery store and a bar. In between the bar and the store was a Goodwill bin where people from the other side of the bayou filled it with clothes for the poor. They had no connection for electronic equipment like everyone else who lived on the nice side of the bayou that was connected by an old dilapidated bridge.
They had water and electricity, but they owned only a small television with an antenna and a radio. No computer. No cell phones. Heck, they didn’t even have a land line phone. More than a decade had gone by since the millennium and they still lived like they were in the 50’s instead of the year 2013.
People on the other side of the old bridge had every modern technical equipment. Many times, Pilar wanted to cross that bridge and see how people on the other side lived, but she was warned to never walk across the old bridge. Only the school bus could bring her to school and back home. Other houses were miles away from them.
Some of her classmates were so cruel to her, laughing because she was poor. She said nothing to anyone and just kept to herself. Her life was inside of books that she would check out of the school library. She loved fantasy and romance novels. Her aunt never stopped her from reading. It kept her quiet.
She could see herself in the fantasy land she was reading about, dressed like a princess in a gown of gold on the cover of her library book, sitting on a beautiful brocade chair. When she allowed her twelve-year-old mind to daydream, it made her life bearable. It was better than cutting her skin the way she did before at the age of eight. Reading stories was much better than self-mutilation.
“It’s already two minutes Pilar, and you not at the table, yet.” Her Aunt Dill’s voice got louder. No one could hear her yelling in the remote area where they lived. She saw her Uncle Jack was off of the trawl boat, waking to the house on the long wharf. Dill never called him.
“I’m coming right now, Aunt Dill.” Pilar ran fast and passed in front of her Uncle Jack. When she entered the front door, as soon as the screen door slammed shut, she got one smack with the strap on her butt. Pilar’s sack of school books fell to the floor and she began crying as she held her butt from the sting of the strap.
“You late… after you said you wouldn’t be late. Stop crying! What did I always tell you about that crying? Shut up, Pilar. Want another whip on da butt? I’ll whip that butt of yours til you can’t sit anymore! You hear me?”
Jack entered the front door. “Dill, put da strap away and get supper on da table.” He took Pilar by the arm and pulled her panties down. She had a red strap mark across her butt. “I told ya more than one time not to mark the child, Dill. Don’t mark her at all! Look what ya did?” Jack turned Pilar around to show the strap mark to Dill like she was a piece of new furniture that had been ruined. “Ya know what happened the last time you marked her legs. Da boss was here and it’s not good for business. You hear me? Pick up da strap!”
Pilar was shaking with fear seeing both of them mad at the same time. That had never happened before. She was wondering why he didn’t want anyone seeing her with marks or bruises. It wasn’t good for his business? She didn’t know what his business was. He was always on the trawl boat but it never left the water.
In reality, he was the town drunk who wore clothes from the Goodwill bin next to the bar. He didn’t have a pot to piss in but he spoke as if he was sitting on a fortune in his old house with a trawl boat that didn’t work. He was a tall, slim, arrogant man who was almost always tipsy or stinking drunk. Most folks around there thought that he meant no harm, but they didn’t really know Jack at all.
Dill gave Jack a mean look. “Yeah, I remember when the boss came here.” Dill put the strap back on the nail next to the screen door.
Pilar knew very well to do what she was told. She picked her school books off of the floor and put the school sack on her twin bed, going immediately to sit at the table. She sniffled as she ate her fried chicken and gravy.
“If your mama wouldn’t have just left you here and run away, I wouldn’t be having all this trouble with you.”
Dill always mumbled those words when she was mad. She always blamed her sister Nora for letting herself get pregnant. Pilar heard those words hundreds of times, but never asked any questions for fear of the strap. This time she asked, “Then, why my mama left me with you, Aunt Dill?”
“Why? You ask me why? I told you to never talk about your mama in this house. Your mama is dead to me, so shut up asking about her.”
“I know,” Pilar answered still sniffling from the hurt on her butt. “But, I’m twelve now. I’ll be thirteen on Valentine’s Day. Tomorrow. Why she left me here if you didn’t want me?”
“Oh, big thing! You gonna be thirteen tomorrow and now you think you know everything. Okay, I’m a tell you why your mama left you with me. Because she was stupid to get pregnant for you… and then… when she had you, she just left you here and ran away. Nora always had a wild dream about being famous and calling herself Starry Night. That bitch had no way of becoming a star in Hollywood.” Dills voice got angrier as she spoke about her sister. Pilar heard her clearly but she had another question.
“She called me Pilar or you did?”
“She did. She said Pilar was a place where people saw the Virgin Mary or something like that. Ha, that was a big laugh. One “starry night” she opened up her legs for any man to use her like they wanted… and she had no birth control pills, no protection of no kind, and…”
“Dill, shut up! You talking too much. Just shut up!” Jack was madder at Dill now than before. Pilar was shrinking in her chair hoping not to get whipped again for making Dill mad.
“She wants to know, Jack! You think that at her age they don’t talk about bitches? One day she’s gonna find out how bitchy her mama was.” Dill was furious. Pilar’s fork was shaking in her hand.
“Dill, ya know damn well that ya was jealous of Nora. Always! She lived in this house just like you. She had more young boys and men over here than ya did… and she was prettier than you… and ya didn’t like that, so…”
Dill slammed both hands on the table. Getting up from the table, her plump body walked swiftly as she passed by Pilar and went to the screen door to get the strap again. Pilar ran from her chair and got in a corner by the wall on the floor bracing herself for a beating. Dill grabbed the strap from the wall and passed by Pilar on the floor and attempted to whip Jack with it.
Jack pulled the strap from Dill’s hand and slapped her twice with it on her back. Dill fell on top of the table and the plates of food spilled on the floor. Pilar ran into her room, softly crying as she closed her door. No one called her to get out of her room so she guessed they were mad at each other and not her.
The name calling and curse words from the argument continued for what seemed like forever to Pilar. She heard the dishes being thrown around in the kitchen. It was the second most terrifying moment for Pilar. In her twelve years living there they had many quarrels, but never a fight, and Jack never hit Dill, much less take the strap to her back.
Pilar kept looking at her door knob to see if it was going to turn and they’d come into her room, but it didn’t happen. Neither one of them entered her room.
This is a remarkable book which highlights the atmosphere of abuse, neglect, and sex trafficking that has become an issue that affects every community in our country and in the world. To say this is not happening in our own backyards, a person has to have their heads in the sand.
The author does a remarkable job in showing the extraordinary courage Pilar exhibits in an unbelievable childhood. The incredible lengths a sex trafficker will go to insure complete loyalty is scary. When a community bands together to ignore, well...there is no telling what horrific consequences can befall every person and generations to come.
This is certainly an author that has a great writing style and a terrific gift that this reader hopes will continue with another novel. I cannot wait to read it when published.
The dialogue between the characters and the description of the surroundings is incredibly real and had this reader in tears as this story enfolds to the last page. I cried for the children, the adults who were tricked, and the betrayals that ensued.
The circle this story takes is absolutely amazing and took me completely by surprise. Again, this writer has a stupendous gift.
This is a MUST read for anyone who is contemplating have children, has children, works in healthcare, works with the police, is a counselor, or has children in their lives at all. All our children need to be equipped with tools to deal with the unsavory persons in our society and to have the self-confidence and self-esteem to know that they deserve the very best life has to offer.
To not give away the journey this book will lead the reader on, but to say it is worth reading this publication to the end. The final act was just as it should be.
Reviewed by Teddy Plaisance (Reader)
Reviewed on November 12, 2018
A story everyone shoul read about human trafficking and abuse. Pilar Grace was lucky and had help from Becky to get away. Many children don’t get away. Well done. Keep writing
The Book of Pilar Grace by Mary Lynn Plaisance tells a story of the hidden world of child abuse and sexual slavery. We have heard of this but if it has not touched our lives, we don't realize the cruelty, theft of Innocence, loss of spirit and sometimes loss of life that it brings to those who do. Pilar and Becky escaped but most do not. This is happening in your world, your city, and possibly even your neighborhood. Everyone should read this book and realize the danger, especially to children and young women, that sadly still exists today and happens more then we can even bear to think about.
Thank you so much <3
Mary Lynn
Jeanie Chatelain Peterson
Thanks for your review on Amazon.
The Book of Pilar Grace by Mary Lynn Plaisance
October 28, 2018
Reviewed by Tess Joseph (Reader)
Reviewed on October 11, 2018
My second book by Mary Lynn Plaisance. No hold bars, the most riveting book about physical and sexual abuse I’ve read, about what happened to Pilar, a young girl at home and her bullies in school. The sexual scenes played out in the beginning chapters had me in tears and made me angry. The author makes up for that when Becky saves Pilar and they escape. Pilar ultimately finds what she always wanted, to feel what love is, and the story ends in a shocking scene that as a survivor of sexual abuse I approve. Mary Lynn pulled no punches writing her word. I highly recommend The Book of Pilar Grace.
We all know the tragedy of human trafficking around the world. Criminals have found that they can make more money with sex slaves than many other options. They consider it business and have little, if any concern, about the humans involved--except to take care of them enough to keep them in good shape for their clients...
When I contacted the author for permission to use some of the pictures in the book, she shared concern about her being so mad when she wrote the book, that she may have gone too far in writing the potential true story of what happens to those victims who are caught in the reality of human trafficking.
In fact, the devastating reality in the life of Pilar Grace was so very hard to read. From the time she was old enough to realize what was happening to her, she was an unloved, abused child that knew only fear. The pain of a strap hanging near the front door of her home was often used, mainly by her aunt. Pilar Grace lived with her aunt and uncle, and was told that her mother had become pregnant when young, gave her baby to her sister and left town...The only thing that Dill was willing to share with her was a Black fur hat that her mother had left behind. She held it close to her constantly...dreaming that her mother really did love her and would find her...
I believe it is important to read about the facts, the reality of what occurs through human trafficking. The first few chapters are extremely graphic. My one thought was that I hoped the whole book wasn't as revelatory. It wasn't! If you are unwilling to learn about what happens to many of our children, then don't buy this book. But if you are concerned and care about children, please take this opportunity to learn more so that you can help in any way you can, including warning your children and teaching them about seeking help if they are faced with any type of abuse...
That day, the day after her latest beating at home, the day after her uncle Jack had hit his wife and warned that Pilar was not to have her body marked since it was bad for business, the day before her birthday...and the day that some of the boys on the bus started picking on Pilar, a most beautiful thing happened...Pilar gained a friend... Her name was Becky...
When the boys had started on Pilar, Becky chose that day to strike back at the boys. She had learned long ago to aggressively stand up for herself. Although her parents were not bad, still they showed little love for Becky and that day, Becky came up and sat on the same seat with Pilar. Stumbling through the awkwardness, Pilar was both scared and thrilled to think she might have a friend. Becky took an interest and soon Pilar was sharing just like she read about in the many books that she had borrowed from the library. At least her aunt had never stopped her from reading, so she had learned much from the stories, but had not known a real and true friendship... In fact, Becky talked Pilar into skipping school on her birthday, something that scared Pilar, but it turned out to be one perfect day...before Pilar disappeared...
For her birthday, her uncle invited her to go with him to the boat, where she was going to help him now that she was 13. He led her to a beautiful room like she had never seen before and she was thrilled when he said she would sleep and stay in this room from then on...
That night she was terribly raped by the boy on the bus who had been taunting her... She knew it was rape because Becky had explained rape, sex, and more about things she had never known about...
Now she had a "schedule" in that beautiful, hate-filled room, as one man after another visited...
And in the moments in between, she wrote in a book she found in the room, a black book which she used to, in her mind, clean out all thoughts of what was happening to her...
She had begged her uncle to bring her book, Princess in a Gown of Gold, and was so happy when he agreed to get it. That book had helped her through her abuse because it told about a poor girl that had been abused, but who had run away and married a prince...
It had always helped her at home, but here in her jail room, beautiful as it might be, she could no longer dream of becoming a princess. She only dreamed of awaking and being out of her nightmare!
And then it happened...
Becky had found her and they escaped by hopping a train to New Orleans! That was also the night that Becky's life turned into a nighmare as she saw the fancy bar where her father worked, and later saw him kill a young girl... He had sent Becky to the boat, where she could still see what was happening...and as she had passed a window, Pilar had seen her and later reached out to her wherever she was held on the boat...
The terror of the first few chapters were lightened when Becky and Pilar got to New Orleans. Suddenly, everything started out differently, as if destiny had taken over and had led them to where they needed to go. Suddenly their lives were like a fairy tale... Serendipity led the two girls from then on into what seemed to be a magical home, where they were welcomed and loved, each step taking them closer to what their lives were to be...but only if the evil that followed them was...gone...
Wow! From a startling bit of reality in the lives of two young girls, comes a magical tale that evolved as if God had said..."Enough is Enough!" The author has woven each step after step as into a tighter and tighter web that could only be solved in one way...
The wise lady, Sonja,who had welcomed the girls in New Orleans, knew they were both damaged and she lovingly explained not to confuse a broken person with an evil...A broken person can be fixed...
This book faces the evil that is right now in America and around the world related to physical and sexual abuse of children and teens of both sexes, as well as adults. But the important part of the book was that evil can be defeated...and that broken people can be fixed... Plaisance has written a magical book for all of us who have been broken in some way--letting us know that destiny is ahead, in front of us, waiting...I've read several books by this author, but this is my favorite and is right there for selection as a personal favorite for 2018. But, remember, it is your choice--you must choose to read the reality of evil happenings to find the magical ending to your story...
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It is a great excerpt. It had a rusty mood and the adult characters had a rude tone. There could be more action at the beginning instead of the telling, but the excerpt was very good.
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"We walked in on a surreal scene. There are few words, if any, to accurately describe the abject horror..."
What Jeannie and Kevin McDonough saw was a wanted, multi-state serial killer about to take his next victim - their own daughter. W
The author does a remarkable job in showing the extraordinary courage Pilar exhibits in an unbelievable childhood. The incredible lengths a sex trafficker will go to insure complete loyalty is scary. When a community bands together to ignore, well...there is no telling what horrific consequences can befall every person and generations to come.
This is certainly an author that has a great writing style and a terrific gift that this reader hopes will continue with another novel. I cannot wait to read it when published.
The dialogue between the characters and the description of the surroundings is incredibly real and had this reader in tears as this story enfolds to the last page. I cried for the children, the adults who were tricked, and the betrayals that ensued.
The circle this story takes is absolutely amazing and took me completely by surprise. Again, this writer has a stupendous gift.
This is a MUST read for anyone who is contemplating have children, has children, works in healthcare, works with the police, is a counselor, or has children in their lives at all. All our children need to be equipped with tools to deal with the unsavory persons in our society and to have the self-confidence and self-esteem to know that they deserve the very best life has to offer.
To not give away the journey this book will lead the reader on, but to say it is worth reading this publication to the end. The final act was just as it should be.
Thank you so much <3
Mary Lynn
Jeanie Chatelain Peterson
Thanks for your review on Amazon.
The Book of Pilar Grace by Mary Lynn Plaisance
October 28, 2018
When I contacted the author for permission to use some of the pictures in the book, she shared concern about her being so mad when she wrote the book, that she may have gone too far in writing the potential true story of what happens to those victims who are caught in the reality of human trafficking.
In fact, the devastating reality in the life of Pilar Grace was so very hard to read. From the time she was old enough to realize what was happening to her, she was an unloved, abused child that knew only fear. The pain of a strap hanging near the front door of her home was often used, mainly by her aunt. Pilar Grace lived with her aunt and uncle, and was told that her mother had become pregnant when young, gave her baby to her sister and left town...The only thing that Dill was willing to share with her was a Black fur hat that her mother had left behind. She held it close to her constantly...dreaming that her mother really did love her and would find her...
I believe it is important to read about the facts, the reality of what occurs through human trafficking. The first few chapters are extremely graphic. My one thought was that I hoped the whole book wasn't as revelatory. It wasn't! If you are unwilling to learn about what happens to many of our children, then don't buy this book. But if you are concerned and care about children, please take this opportunity to learn more so that you can help in any way you can, including warning your children and teaching them about seeking help if they are faced with any type of abuse...
That day, the day after her latest beating at home, the day after her uncle Jack had hit his wife and warned that Pilar was not to have her body marked since it was bad for business, the day before her birthday...and the day that some of the boys on the bus started picking on Pilar, a most beautiful thing happened...Pilar gained a friend... Her name was Becky...
When the boys had started on Pilar, Becky chose that day to strike back at the boys. She had learned long ago to aggressively stand up for herself. Although her parents were not bad, still they showed little love for Becky and that day, Becky came up and sat on the same seat with Pilar. Stumbling through the awkwardness, Pilar was both scared and thrilled to think she might have a friend. Becky took an interest and soon Pilar was sharing just like she read about in the many books that she had borrowed from the library. At least her aunt had never stopped her from reading, so she had learned much from the stories, but had not known a real and true friendship... In fact, Becky talked Pilar into skipping school on her birthday, something that scared Pilar, but it turned out to be one perfect day...before Pilar disappeared...
For her birthday, her uncle invited her to go with him to the boat, where she was going to help him now that she was 13. He led her to a beautiful room like she had never seen before and she was thrilled when he said she would sleep and stay in this room from then on...
That night she was terribly raped by the boy on the bus who had been taunting her... She knew it was rape because Becky had explained rape, sex, and more about things she had never known about...
Now she had a "schedule" in that beautiful, hate-filled room, as one man after another visited...
And in the moments in between, she wrote in a book she found in the room, a black book which she used to, in her mind, clean out all thoughts of what was happening to her...
She had begged her uncle to bring her book, Princess in a Gown of Gold, and was so happy when he agreed to get it. That book had helped her through her abuse because it told about a poor girl that had been abused, but who had run away and married a prince...
It had always helped her at home, but here in her jail room, beautiful as it might be, she could no longer dream of becoming a princess. She only dreamed of awaking and being out of her nightmare!
And then it happened...
Becky had found her and they escaped by hopping a train to New Orleans! That was also the night that Becky's life turned into a nighmare as she saw the fancy bar where her father worked, and later saw him kill a young girl... He had sent Becky to the boat, where she could still see what was happening...and as she had passed a window, Pilar had seen her and later reached out to her wherever she was held on the boat...
The terror of the first few chapters were lightened when Becky and Pilar got to New Orleans. Suddenly, everything started out differently, as if destiny had taken over and had led them to where they needed to go. Suddenly their lives were like a fairy tale... Serendipity led the two girls from then on into what seemed to be a magical home, where they were welcomed and loved, each step taking them closer to what their lives were to be...but only if the evil that followed them was...gone...
Wow! From a startling bit of reality in the lives of two young girls, comes a magical tale that evolved as if God had said..."Enough is Enough!" The author has woven each step after step as into a tighter and tighter web that could only be solved in one way...
The wise lady, Sonja,who had welcomed the girls in New Orleans, knew they were both damaged and she lovingly explained not to confuse a broken person with an evil...A broken person can be fixed...
This book faces the evil that is right now in America and around the world related to physical and sexual abuse of children and teens of both sexes, as well as adults. But the important part of the book was that evil can be defeated...and that broken people can be fixed... Plaisance has written a magical book for all of us who have been broken in some way--letting us know that destiny is ahead, in front of us, waiting...I've read several books by this author, but this is my favorite and is right there for selection as a personal favorite for 2018. But, remember, it is your choice--you must choose to read the reality of evil happenings to find the magical ending to your story...
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