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Remember the Past, Cambridge, ON (2026)

08/31/2026

He read a single newspaper article at 79 years old. A few paragraphs about an unusual sleep symptom. A warning sign. And he recognised himself in it immediately.

Alan Alda was throwing pillows at his wife in his sleep. In the dream, he thought he was fighting off an attacker. But in real life, his body was acting it out — violently, without waking.

He went to his neurologist and asked for a brain scan. The doctor said no — he showed no symptoms. Alda asked again. He insisted. He got the scan.

The diagnosis came back: Parkinson's disease.

Alda was 79. Instead of telling anyone, instead of slowing down, instead of waiting for the future to happen to him — he decided to run toward it.

He started boxing three times a week. He played tennis. He marched to John Philip Sousa music every morning because he'd read that movement slows the progression. He launched a podcast called Clear+Vivid. He wrote a book about communication. He kept acting. He kept working. He kept moving.

For three and a half years, nobody knew.

In 2018, at 82 years old, Alda sat down on CBS This Morning and told the world. His thumb had started to twitch visibly on camera, and he decided it was better to name what was happening than to let someone else turn it into a tragedy.

"I'm not angry," he said, "because it's a challenge. You find a way to do it."

That's the same man who spent eleven years — every single episode, all 251 of them — turning a Korean War dramedy into something America couldn't look away from. The same man who understood that the jokes were just the container; the consequences made it matter.

By 2025, at 89 years old, Alda was still giving interviews. Still talking. Still answering questions as though the person asking deserved a real answer. Still finding new ways to move through the world.

He didn't pause his life when it got harder. He reorganised it around the challenge.

He kept going.

And the people around him? They kept going too — watching someone show them what resilience actually looks like when it's not performing, when it's just showing up, day after day, to the work of living.

He read one article. He made one choice. He proved that the way you respond to limitation matters more than the limitation itself.

08/31/2026

Born during America's hardest decade, Clint Eastwood learned early that silence speaks louder than words. His father chased work across Depression-era California. Young Clint worked as a logger, furnace operator, and gas station attendant—jobs that don't ask questions and don't teach you to explain yourself.

In 1951, the Army drafted him. He served without fanfare. Then came Hollywood—not as a star, but as another face in bit parts and forgotten B-movies.

For eight years, Rawhide made him a household name. He played cowhand Rowdy Yates with the quiet intensity that would become his signature. It was steady. It wasn't yet a legend.

Then an Italian director named Sergio Leone called.

Between 1964 and 1966, Leone brought Eastwood to Spain to remake the Western entirely. A Fistful of Dollars. For a Few Dollars More. The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. Eastwood played the Man with No Name—wordless, dangerous, magnetic. Audiences worldwide couldn't look away.

But here's what most people never fully understood: the acting was secondary to what he was building behind the camera.

While audiences came to see Eastwood act, he was quietly mastering the craft of filmmaking. In 1971, the same year Dirty Harry made him an action icon, Eastwood made his directorial debut with Play Misty for Me. For five decades, he directed with discipline and focus—40 films, all brought in on time and under budget.

Unforgiven (1992). Million Dollar Baby (2004). Mystic River. Gran Torino. Letters from Iwo Jima. Sully. American Sniper. Eastwood didn't chase trends. He simply worked.

What made him singular was an ability to reinvent across eras that should have made him obsolete. The 1960s Western hero became the 1970s action icon became the 1990s Oscar-winning director became the 2010s storyteller of American life. At 94, he released Juror No. 2—critics called it among his best-directed films in years.

No premiere. No farewell. No announcement.

In July 2024, his longtime partner Christina Sandera died suddenly. She was 61. They'd been together for a decade. Eastwood released a brief statement: "Christina was a lovely, caring woman, and I will miss her very much." Those who knew him say it broke something—the loss hit differently than Hollywood expected from a man who'd spent 70 years projecting invulnerability.

Then, quietly, his son Kyle mentioned in an interview: "He's retired now. He's 95 years old."

That was the retirement announcement. No press release. No tribute reel. Just a son's sentence confirming what the world already sensed.

Eastwood turned 96 on May 31, 2026. No new projects. No looking back.

A career born in silence. Forged in the spaces between words. Built across six decades through discipline and refusal to explain himself. A filmography that will never be matched—not because the talent doesn't exist, but because the era that shaped him—the hardship, the quietness, the refusal to complain—is simply gone.

Hollywood will never see another career like this.

Eastwood rode off into the sunset the only way he ever did anything: without fanfare, without looking back, and without needing to say a word.

Tag someone who grew up watching Clint Eastwood—because a legacy like this deserves to be remembered by every generation.

08/31/2026

He had nothing going for him except pure determination.

There's a photo of Union City, New Jersey—a tight, working-class neighborhood just across the Hudson River from Manhattan. This is where Bobby Cannavale's story began. His father Sal was Italian-American. His mother Isabel had crossed an ocean from Cuba in 1960, carrying little more than hope. Together, they built a life, and in that life, they raised a boy who would one day change television.

But that future wasn't obvious.

At eight years old, something shifted. Bobby landed the role of Winthrop—the lisping boy with a cornet—in St. Michael's school production of The Music Man. For the first time, on that small stage, everything made sense. A few years later, he played a gangster in Guys and Dolls. The stage became the only place that felt like home.

Then real life intervened.

When Bobby turned 13, his parents split. His mother moved the family to Puerto Rico. Then to Florida. In high school, Bobby was the class clown—restless, creative, unable to sit still in a desk. His senior year ended before it should have: expelled. He moved back to New Jersey with his grandmother, finished school through summer sessions, and made a quiet decision that would define everything that followed.

He would become an actor. No acting school. No famous family. No safety net.

He took whatever work existed. Bit parts in television. Off-Broadway roles that paid almost nothing. He built himself up one role at a time—through raw talent and the kind of persistence that cannot be taught. Most people quit. Bobby didn't.

Third Watch changed things.

For three years (1999-2001), he played paramedic Bobby Caffey on NBC. He wasn't performing. He was living. He was present in every scene. The television industry began to notice.

Then came the moment that mattered most.

In 2003, a small, quiet film premiered at Sundance. The Station Agent told the story of a lonely man who inherits an abandoned train station and discovers he cannot hide from the world. Alongside Peter Dinklage and Patricia Clarkson, Bobby played Joe Oramas—a cheerful, fast-talking hot dog vendor who wouldn't leave the main character alone. Critics singled him out. The performance was funny, generous, completely alive. This was not a nobody anymore. This was an artist.

Hollywood came calling.

Will & Grace was in its sixth season—still one of America's most-watched shows. They needed someone to play Vince D'Angelo, a police officer who would become Will's most serious romantic partner. Vince had to be tough and tender. Real and vulnerable. They needed someone who understood that masculinity and emotional depth could exist in the same person.

Bobby understood.

Vince was raised in a loud, loving Italian-American family where all four of his brothers were cops. But Vince wore cologne. Made scented candles. Got distracted by gloves at work. Spoke openly about being "an old-fashioned homosexual." For millions of viewers watching Thursday night television in 2004 and 2005, seeing a blue-collar cop fall honestly and completely in love with another man was quietly revolutionary.

It wasn't a symbol. It wasn't a statement. It was just a man in love.

For his work as Vince, the Television Academy honored Bobby with the 2005 Emmy Award for Outstanding Guest Actor in a Comedy Series. He competed against Alec Baldwin, Victor Garber, and Jeff Goldblum—major names, bigger roles. Bobby won.

He kept going.

Broadway came next. Tony nominations for Mauritius and The Mo********er with the Hat. A starring role in Boardwalk Empire that earned him another Emmy in 2013, this time for Outstanding Supporting Actor—playing Gyp Rosetti, a gangster so terrifying you couldn't look away. Film roles in The Irishman. Television shows that respected his talent: Mr. Robot, Homecoming, Nine Perfect Strangers, The Watcher.

When Will & Grace returned in 2017, Vince returned too. In one scene, he told Will something simple: "I'll always think of you as my ex-husband." Not dramatic. Not loud. Just the truth, spoken quietly between two people who had once loved each other.

Here's the detail that tells you everything about who Bobby Cannavale is:

He doesn't keep his Emmy at home. He doesn't wake up every morning looking at awards. He keeps it at his mother's house. The accomplishment matters. But what matters more is the work. The integrity. The choice to show up and be honest, every single time.

A kid from Union City with no formal training, no connections, no family money—who climbed his way up one role at a time and proved that authenticity is stronger than any advantage. That persistence compounds. That honesty changes people.

That's a life worth paying attention to.

08/30/2026

They put her in a car trunk and drove her to the morgue. She had an Olympic gold medal at home. She was about to win another.

08/30/2026

The orchestral notes were supposed to belong to Luciano Pavarotti. It was February 25, 1998. The 40th Grammy Awards were live at Radio City Music Hall in New York. The performance slot was locked: 4.5 minutes, prime time, the entire show's headline moment. Nessun Dorma—one of the world's most beautiful and technically punishing opera arias.

Then the phone call came.

Pavarotti couldn't sing. His voice wouldn't cooperate. The production team had approximately 20 minutes to find someone—anyone—who could step into the shoes of a legend and hold an aria that requires years of training to even survive, much less master. In front of a global audience. In Italian. Performing the song that Pavarotti had made synonymous with greatness itself.

The answer came from an unexpected place.

Two nights earlier, at the Waldorf Astoria, a woman had walked into a MusiCares tribute dinner and sung that exact aria for 1,500 people. The room had erupted. She knew the piece. She understood it at a cellular level. The only problem: she wasn't an opera singer.

She was Aretha Franklin.

A producer rushed to her dressing room and found her eating chicken, waiting for her own scheduled performance—a quick appearance tied to the Blues Brothers film. Her night was supposed to be simple. Quiet. She was not the backup plan. She was a guest who happened to be in the building.

"Can you sing Nessun Dorma? In Italian? Live? In 20 minutes? With minimal rehearsal?"

Aretha Franklin listened to Pavarotti's rehearsal tape. She listened again. She listened a third time.

"Yeah, I can do this," she said.

Almost nobody in the building knew what was happening until Sting walked out with a rewritten script and told the audience that instead of Pavarotti, the Queen of Soul would be stepping in.

What happened next became the moment that people who watched live still cannot describe without words like impossible and miraculous. Aretha didn't imitate Pavarotti. She didn't play it safe. She took one of classical music's most demanding pieces and poured pure soul into it—bending the final crescendo into declarations that seemed to fill every corner of that enormous hall. The audience stood before she finished. LeAnn Rimes had tears streaming down her face. Celine Dion looked shaken by what she'd witnessed.

But here's what everyone misses:

That moment didn't come from 20 minutes of preparation. It came from three decades of it.

It started in 1967 when Aretha walked into Atlantic Records and didn't just record "Respect"—she reimagined it. She added the spelling. The call-and-response. She transformed someone else's song into an anthem. From that moment, she decided she would control her music, her arrangements, her direction. She would be the architect of her own sound.

In 1972, she proved gospel albums could compete commercially—and sold over 2 million copies of "Amazing Grace."

By 1987, she was the first woman ever inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

By February 25, 1998, Aretha Franklin had spent thirty years proving the same thing over and over: that belief in yourself, combined with actual preparation, becomes something that looks identical to magic from the audience's perspective.

The producers called Aretha because they knew her name was synonymous with saying yes. With rising to the occasion. With being ready before the moment arrived.

After the performance, she stood alongside Sting to announce that Pavarotti was receiving the Grammy Living Legend Award—watching from home, but witnessing what a true legend can do.

Real readiness isn't found in the moment. It's built, slowly and deliberately, across decades—so that when the world calls your name with no warning at all, you can simply put down your plate and say yes.

Tag someone who's building their readiness in quiet moments. They'll need to remember this.

08/30/2026

In 1988, when Dolly Parton learned that over a third of students in her home county never finished high school, she didn't donate money from a distance. She showed up.

She walked into an assembly and asked seventh and eighth graders to find a partner—not just a friend, but someone whose success would become tied to their own. She had them sign a contract: If both of you graduate high school, I'll hand each of you $500 myself.

One fell short? Neither got paid.

It was genius in its simplicity. By 1992, when the first graduating class walked across that stage, the county's dropout rate had collapsed from 35 percent to just 6 percent. Dolly was there with the checks. So were the governors who came to witness what one woman's belief in her hometown could accomplish.

But she wasn't finished.

She started scholarship programs so local kids could afford college. She opened a wildlife sanctuary at Dollywood for injured bald eagles nobody else wanted. In 2007, she performed a benefit concert that, combined with matching donations from her companies, built an entire hospital for Sevier County—complete with a birthing center and women's health wing. It opened in 2010.

Then November 2016 came. Wildfires ripped through Gatlinburg and Pigeon Forge, leaving over a thousand families homeless. Within 48 hours, Dolly's foundation launched the My People Fund: $1,000 a month for six months to every displaced family.

Here's the part people never heard about.

By May 2017, the donations had poured in so generously that those final checks weren't $1,000. They were $5,000. Families walked in expecting one amount and left with five times that. And Dolly quietly committed another $3 million to the recovery team that handles the long, unglamorous work after the cameras leave.

When Hurricane Helene devastated Appalachia in 2024, she didn't sit it out. She wrote a personal $1 million check. Her companies matched it dollar for dollar.

But the most important thing she ever created wasn't a hospital or a scholarship program. It was the Imagination Library, started in 1995 to honor her father—Robert Lee Parton, who never learned to read or write. The program mails free books to children from birth until kindergarten, and it's now reached millions of children worldwide.

Before he passed in 2000, her father told her it was probably the most important thing she'd ever done.

She carried that mission for over thirty years. On August 25, 2026, Dolly Parton passed away at 80. The books continue to arrive in mailboxes every month, addressed to children who will never know a world without them—a quiet legacy of a woman who never forgot where she came from, and never stopped giving back to the people who raised her.

08/30/2026

On February 27, 1941, the Academy Awards stage belonged to James Stewart. The tall, charismatic actor had just won Best Actor for The Philadelphia Story, standing at the peak of his career. He was 32 years old, famous across America, and had everything to lose.

Twenty-three days later, he reported to the Army Air Corps as a private.

Stewart had always loved flying. Years before the war reached America's shores, he'd earned his pilot's license and logged over 400 hours in the air. He knew combat wasn't required of him. Fame was shield enough. But he saw what was coming, and he couldn't stay on the sidelines.

The Army rejected him on his first try—he was five pounds underweight at 138 pounds. Most men would have accepted the rejection gratefully. Stewart didn't. He went home, ate everything he could find, and came back. When the scales tipped in his favor, he had "a little help" (as he'd later admit with a grin). On March 22, 1941, nine months before Pearl Harbor, James Stewart enlisted as a private.

But the Army had other plans. For nearly two years, they kept him behind the lines—training pilots, appearing in recruitment films that brought 150,000 new recruits, giving speeches. Stewart pushed constantly to fly combat missions. The brass worried about the publicity risk. Stewart only cared about doing his job.

In November 1943, his request was finally granted. Captain Stewart arrived in England, assigned to lead the 703rd Bomb Squadron, flying B-24 Liberators. These weren't forgiving aircraft—unpressurized cabins, temperatures dropping to 40 below zero, enemy flak, fighters waiting. Every mission over Germany was a test of nerve.

Stewart flew anyway.

When he was offered promotion to major in January 1944, he turned it down. Not until his pilots were promoted first would he accept his own rank. Only then did he take the promotion—a small gesture that said everything about who he was.

On February 24, 1944, twenty-five bombers from his group took off for Gotha, Germany. Thirteen didn't come back. Stewart sat through the debriefing, learning crew by crew how each had been lost. He wept. The next morning, he got them back in the air.

By war's end, he had flown 20 combat missions over enemy territory. A German flak shell once tore directly through his B-24 between him and his co-pilot without detonating. When the plane landed, it cracked in half on the runway. He walked away.

He returned to Hollywood in 1945 looking, according to those who knew him, more like 50 than 37. Frank Capra offered him a role—a man who wished he'd never been born. Stewart took it. It's a Wonderful Life became beloved across generations. He never discussed the war publicly.

Stewart stayed in the Air Force Reserve, remaining current on the latest bombers—the B-36, the B-47, the B-52. On July 23, 1959, he was promoted to brigadier general, becoming the highest-ranking actor in American military history.

He wasn't done flying.

In February 1966, at age 57, Brigadier General James Stewart climbed aboard a B-52 at Andersen Air Force Base in Guam. His stepson, Ronald McLean, a Marine first lieutenant, had recently been killed in Vietnam at age 24. Stewart had requested a combat assignment.

The mission lasted 12 hours and 50 minutes—an Arc Light bombing strike over South Vietnam. On approach to landing, the flaps began to split. The aircraft commander brought the Stratofortress down safely. Stewart congratulated the crew.

He refused to let it become public. He wouldn't allow it to be treated as a stunt. It was, he said, part of his job as an officer in the Air Force Reserve.

On May 31, 1968, after 27 years of service, James Stewart retired from the Air Force at the mandatory age of 60. In 1985, President Ronald Reagan awarded him the Presidential Medal of Freedom.

He was George Bailey on screen—the everyman, the good man, the one you root for. Off-screen, he was a private who ate his way to the weight minimum, a combat pilot who flew over Germany with flak passing through his aircraft, and a brigadier general who flew bombing missions at 57 and refused to let anyone write about it.

He never wanted the war part of his story told.

Here it is anyway.

08/30/2026

He didn't start with a goal to disappear. He started with a script.

When Christian Bale read the screenplay for The Machinist, he saw Trevor Reznik—a factory worker eroding from inside out, hollowed by guilt and sleeplessness. The director never asked for extreme weight loss. Bale decided it himself. He wanted to embody the character so completely that cameras would capture not an actor pretending to vanish, but a man genuinely fading.

So he began.

One apple. One can of tuna. Black coffee. Water. That was breakfast, lunch, and dinner—nearly 100 calories a day. Starting at 173 pounds, Bale steadily descended into a body that barely functioned. Four months later, he weighed 110 pounds. Climbing a flight of stairs left him breathless. His legs had atrophied so severely they looked almost comical.

But something unexpected happened in the emptiness. His mind sharpened. His thoughts clarified. He described it as becoming "a being of pure thought"—a strange Zen state where hunger and exhaustion created an unexpected peace. For ten hours at a time, he could sit and read without the noise of a normal appetite. No emotional rollercoaster. Just stillness.

Producers eventually drew a line. Doctors stepped in. They refused to let him continue below 120 pounds. One costar later described Bale pulling him aside on set, dropping his clothes, and asking if his body looked normal. It didn't.

When The Machinist premiered, audiences couldn't look away. What they saw wasn't makeup or costume effects. They saw a man genuinely disappearing on screen—skeletal, translucent, haunted. Critics called it one of the most unsettling physical performances ever filmed.

Then came the impossible reversal.

Within months, Bale was cast as Bruce Wayne in Batman Begins. The role demanded everything The Machinist wasn't—mass, muscle, presence, power. The man who could barely climb stairs now had to become an imposing vigilante. So he reversed with the same ferocious commitment: pizza, ice cream, five full meals in a single sitting, intense weight training. He gained approximately 100 pounds in six months, climbing to 220 pounds. He actually overshot. Director Christopher Nolan joked that Bale had taken the role too literally. Bale had to lean back down to 190 so he'd look like a trained fighter, not a bodybuilder.

Two extremes. One body. One year.

The world watched in disbelief. Hollywood's perception of Christian Bale shifted permanently. He wasn't just talented anymore—he was rare. A performer who refused to simulate what could be embodied. Years later, he won an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor in The Fighter, taking on extreme weight loss again. He's continued this pattern with every role, paying a physical price that grows steeper with each transformation.

Bale has since admitted the rebounds were brutal. The body carries memory. He calls The Machinist "a young man's mistake" and no longer recommends what he did.

Yet that mistake produced one of cinema's most discussed performances.

A man who stopped performing and started becoming.

That's what total commitment actually looks like

08/30/2026

When Grace Became Her Greatest Power

In 1988, a television network took a chance on something bold: a 40-something female journalist who was unapologetically herself.

Candice Bergen's Murphy Brown wasn't just a sitcom. It was a mirror reflecting real women—complex, flawed, powerful, and refusing to apologize for their choices.

By 1992, millions were tuning in to watch Murphy navigate life as a single mother. The character's decision to raise her child alone sparked something unexpected. Not just conversation. Not just debate. But the attention of the highest offices in the land.

On May 19, 1992, Vice President Dan Quayle stepped to a podium and criticized Murphy Brown—the fictional character—by name. He said the show was mocking fathers and promoting "just another lifestyle choice" rather than honoring the importance of family.

Overnight, a television moment became a national flashpoint.

Candice Bergen could have responded with anger. She could have retreated. She could have let the controversy overshadow everything she had built.

Instead, she did something far more powerful.

She went back to work.

The Murphy Brown writers crafted a response episode that aired September 21, 1992. In a moment of television brilliance, Murphy addressed Quayle's comments directly on-air. She didn't rage. She didn't dismiss. She simply stated the truth: "Perhaps it's time for the vice president to expand his definition and recognize that, whether by choice or circumstance, families come in all shapes and sizes. What really defines a family is commitment, caring, and love."

Seventy million Americans watched—41 percent of all televisions in use that night.

That fall, Bergen walked onto the Emmy stage.

When she won Outstanding Lead Actress, she acknowledged her critic with a grace that would define the moment forever. She didn't apologize. She didn't attack back. She simply thanked him with wit and poise, her elegant response serving as a masterclass in how to handle conflict with dignity.

The room erupted not in anger, but in recognition. Recognition that this woman had been thrust into a battle she never started, and she had emerged not just unscathed, but elevated.

Murphy Brown would run for ten seasons and win 18 Emmy Awards.

But perhaps Candice Bergen's greatest performance wasn't in the newsroom at all.

It was in showing an entire nation what grace under fire actually looks like. It was in proving that you don't have to match someone's aggression to win. That responding to attacks with excellence, integrity, and humor is far more powerful than any comeback could ever be.

She never sought to be a symbol. She simply chose to be a professional.

And that choice became her legacy.

08/30/2026

She was one of the most recognizable faces on earth.

Solitaire—the psychic Bond girl from Live and Let Die. Silk gowns. Tarot cards. A face that stopped conversations. Her name was Jane Seymour. Then 1992 arrived, and everything changed.

She had trusted her husband with her money. David Flynn was her business manager, the person she believed in. For ten years, while she worked and raised their two children—Katherine, born in 1982, and Sean, born in 1985—something was quietly unraveling behind the scenes.

Flynn had bet everything on real estate. Properties across Los Angeles. Investments Jane knew nothing about. When the housing market collapsed in the early 1990s, it swallowed everything with it.

One phone call changed everything.

Jane's ex-husband lost all her money. Not some of it. All of it. He left her nine million dollars in debt—lawsuits from every major bank, creditors calling constantly. The house was gone. The security she'd spent two decades building was gone. She was facing homelessness with two children who still needed to eat.

She sat alone that night, staring at nothing.

Then she did something most people never do when their world falls apart.

She picked up the phone.

"I'll do anything," she told her agent. "I need to work, and I need to work now."

That same day, her agent called back. CBS had a script—a TV pilot about a female doctor in 1860s Colorado. Everyone in Hollywood had already rejected it. A Western. A woman in the lead. Family values. The conventional wisdom was certain: it would fail.

There was one condition: commit to five years if it became a series. Sign by morning.

She took the script home and read every page in one sitting. As she read, something shifted. She wasn't reading about a fictional character anymore. She was reading about herself—a woman arriving with nothing, facing a world that had already written her off, simply refusing to stop.

She thought: I am living this exact story.

She signed the contract at midnight.

By dawn, she was in wardrobe fittings.

Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman debuted on January 1, 1993. It didn't fail. It ran for six full seasons—150 episodes, five and a half years, through 1998. Jane Seymour won a Golden Globe and received two Emmy nominations for her work. The show made her the highest-paid woman on television. It brought her back from nothing.
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But here's what makes this story worth telling: it wasn't luck. It wasn't fate. It was one desperate decision—the moment before the comeback, when everything was still falling and she couldn't see the ground.

She didn't know, when she signed that contract in the dark of her worst year, that she was creating the role that would define her entire career. She didn't know it would restore everything she'd lost. She only knew that she had two children, nine million in debt, and a morning deadline.

She said yes anyway.

That's the part the world needs to remember. Not the success. The decision. The moment when you're at your lowest and you pick up the phone. The moment you say: I'm not done. I will do anything. I will show up tomorrow.

You are never as close to the turning point as you are when it feels furthest away.

If you're facing something that feels impossible right now—share this. Tag someone who needs to know they're not done yet.

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