The following post is the result of a writing prompt that was concocted by Dale Rogerson and Karen Craven. These two ladies are nothing but trouble, so it’s a good thing I was raised Catholic and can appreciate this kind of company.
Seriously, these gals represent when it comes to the written word. I’m just honored to be in their club. As for the post, it went longer than expected, so apologies ahead of time. The good news is that a lot of it is dialogue, and thus . . easily traversed.
Monday Afternoon 3:15
Liam McLeary had been exposed to the disease.
In his twenty years state side, the Irish emigre had become accustomed to the thankless savagery of Washington D.C.. He had come to America seeking refuge and had been hired as a special liaison to the CIA by a high level US official who was quite familiar with his work. The deal with McLeary was a simple one- take the job or get extradited back to Ireland, which would have been akin to a death sentence.
Everything in America was a deal, even the legislative morass that elected representatives got rich on. The shit McLeary had witnessed in his time here made his previous existence as a button man for the IRA seem like a fucking James Joyce novel in comparison.
At least the Catholics and the Protestants had no dispute as far as God was concerned. Those who fought in that decades long war knew their catechisms and believed in epiphanies. The same couldn’t be said of American politicians. They had no morals . . they had no souls.
There was no winning a fight against a man with no soul. And now Liam McLeary was learning that lesson all over again. The one Sister Elena had instilled in him after his many scuffles outside St. Vincent’s Day School in Dublin. The one his father had beaten into him on many a drunken night when Liam came to his mum’s defense. The one he learned as an apprentice to the legendary Tom “Lucky” Halloran, back when killing in the name of a united Ireland meant something.
That time in his life felt like a million years ago as Liam took his seat on a park bench, and waited for the suit to get on with it.
“Liam,”
“Mr. Dunphy . .”
“Please . . no need for formalities . . call me Richard,”
“Alright Dick . . . I’m out. I made it clear after the last job that I was done with this fucking cesspool.”
“Where will you go?”
“To that cafe across the street . . ”
“After that,”
“Fucking Disney World.”
Dunphy laughed dimly as he pulled out a pack of Camels and lit one up. His smile was a horror show and his black pearl eyes a bottomless pit.
“You’ve been a valuable asset to the agency, I . . ”
“Cut the shit, Dick . . you know I’m serious. Just have the fucking decency to tell me what happens next.”
“Hey . . not my circus . . not my monkeys,” Dunphy said before removing himself from the park bench. He made no eye contact with Liam as he strolled away and disappeared into the back seat of a black Ford Lincoln.
Liam jogged across the street to the cafe and ordered a double espresso and two flans. Then he waited for the end to come to him.
Monday night . . 11:55
“What . . the fuck?”
Richard Dunphy awoke from a drug induced sleep to find himself dangling over a wall upside down, tethered to a nylon rope and dressed in just his skivvies. When his location became familiar to him, that’s when the screaming commenced. He was hanging precariously over the side of the Primates Exhibit at the Smithsonian National Zoo.
“Yo Dick! . . . up here,”
Dunphy raised his head up to find Liam McLeary smoking one of his Camels and wearing a Cheshire Cat grin.
“How?!”
“Well, your boy was easier to spot than a virgin in a whorehouse. I get it . . times are tough, Uncle Sam can’t afford the bill . . but Jesus,”
“Where is he?”
“Dead. He’s dead. I spotted him while I was talking to you, after which I jogged across the street, ordered up a sugar rush and then waited for him in the loo.”
“You can’t fucking DO THIS!!”
“Pipe down or I’ll cut this fucking rope, I swear to God!”
“Okay, okay . . what do you want?”
“Let’s start with who ordered my hit,”
“I don’t know,”
Liam began splaying the nylon rope with a hunter’s knife as a couple of gorillas looked on with great interest.
“OKAY!”
“These micks . . they’re western lowland gorillas . . quite tame in comparison to some of their compadres. Shit of it is, a few of the gals in this pen are in . . shall we say, the come hither stage of horizontal negotiations, and as such the fellas are feeling rather . . . possessive.”
Dunphy told him everything, most of which Liam already knew. And then his captor lit up another Camel from Dick’s suit jacket.
“You’re letting me go now, right?” Dunphy said, almost crying. Funny how it took certain death to get this cocksucker to show any emotion.
“Absolutely,”
Liam began cutting at the rope with his hunter’s knife once again and Dunphy let him know this wasn’t the response he was looking for.
“What?!” Liam shrieked.
“You . . you . . you can’t . . you can’t fucking . . do THIS!”
“Listen you stuttering putz, you’re in no position to tell me what I can and cannot do,”
“I’m sorry, alright? I’m . . I’m sorry!”
“Apology accepted,” Liam said as he began cutting at the rope once again.
“WAIT! Okay . . OKAY GODDAMMIT! I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want if you just stop cutting that rope!”
“Like what?” Liam smiled, as he tugged at his Camel.
“Ten million dollars . . . cash.”
“Is that what you’re worth? Fuck if you don’t have a high opinion of yourself!”
“Twenty . . . twenty five!”
“Dick . . with all respect, how do you think I was able to arrange this visit tonight? See . . . it cost me three million dollars . . in cash, divided between three individuals in the employ of this fine zoo. For that sum, they killed the camera feed. After which they will gather your remains and dispose of them all neat like. It will be like you . . and I . . were never here,”
“You can’t fucking do this!” Dunphy spit.
“It’s done. And I must say, if not for the sterling treatment accorded me by the US government, I would never have been able to afford a night such as this one. But hey . . you give a mick a cushy government job and then staple a tax free bonus to that for every clean up job . . shit adds up.”
“They’re going to fucking find you and barbecue your balls for dinner!”
“I’m already dead. And my dead self is partial to South America . . the place has character,”
“Those gorillas are going to fucking kill me . . you motherfucker!”
“Hey . . not my circus . . . not my monkeys,”
Liam cut deeply into rope until it went slack. The screams were glorious sounding things, while they lasted.
Had me laughing out loud half way through..:)
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Deb,
Hahaha! Thank you! I am dog tired but couldn’t sleep until I posted it. I’m glad it got you laughing.
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I’m sorry. I think I trashed your reply! Gawd I am tired! lol
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oh oh…….never mind ❤
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I am gonna git, but thank you for chiming and laughing and sharing.
Peace and laughter
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I like it … I can see a future for it on Netflix. But oh no to barbeque balls for dinner!
Meanwhile, I don’t know Karen, but Dale????? … definitely mischievous trouble.
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Netflix huh? Hmmm.
Yes, I’ll pass on the barbecue balls for dinner as well, lol.
Karen packs a punch with her writing, tell ya what. And when you look up Mischief in the dictionary, you will find a picture of Dale . . .
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Netflix. Why not?
I dunno… they seem to like to cook balls on all those cooking competitions…. but I’ll leave them for others, being generous as I am…
Agreed on Karen packing a punch. And what? Are you in cahoots with Frank?
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Why not indeed?
I don’t understand the cooking of balls in these competitions! With all the shit a chef can choose from? Balls? Really?
I’m in cahoots with Frank, same as everyone who crosses his path. He’s trouble in his own right, very low key though. Cool Hand Luke style . . .
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Me neither. Other than the fact that they like to torment the participants… but there are cultures who waste not one part of a beast…
True. He does that to us, doesn’t he, that Frank. Very Cool Hand Luke style!
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I am all for no waste, but balls . . I dunno.
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I do. NO!
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So we have a consensus. It’s a No to the balls.
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It’s most definitely a no…
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Thank God . .
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Yep …. and who knows how many other words.
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Hahaha!
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PS: Posting update … the dance post won’t be this week … maybe next.
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Thank you for the update, Cincy!
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What? Frank! No dancing??
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Speaking of trouble . . . 🙂
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Mmm hmmmm (said in my best “black woman” voice, coz no one can do the “Mmmm hmmmm” like a black woman…
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Karen, like Marc, is a fabulous writer. What I am doing in their midst is a mystery to me.
Well, it’s YOUR fault I know Marc and it’s Marc’s fault I now know Karen. And somehow these two have welcomed me into their circle.
What? Mischievous trouble? Moi??
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Bwahahaha!
Mucho gusto for the props. I’ll take it and try harder as a result! I am of the opinion that praise is a nudge in the right direction, and a call to kick higher.
Funny how the WP thing works connection wise. Karen is a fab writer indeed. And you, the global correspondent who has a flair for the provocative thought and who possesses so many languages in her holster with which to paint the pictures.
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😀
Well, I shall keep nudging away if this is gonna be the result.
I love how the WP thing works… “Global correspondent with a flair for the provocative thought with so many languages in my holster with which to paint pictures”? Holy Handouts, Batman!
I shall call myself the rassembleuse….
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Yes! And Copyright that! Stat!
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DONE!
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Just looking out for ma peeps.
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What!!!! Don’t blame me!!!! … I’m as innocent as newly fallen snow.
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Na-ah! You are so not… and we luv ya for it!
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I’m totally innocent.
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No . . umm . . comment?
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🙄😎
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Those emojis say it all.
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😁
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We sure do!
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It’s a good thing I wasn’t drinking something when I read this . . .
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Are you drinking now?
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Milk. I just finished my milk and cookies. Actually . . I am being totally serious about that.
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Good for you (as I take another sip of wine).
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I was going to go with hot chocolate, but not with chocolate chip cookies. Don’t wanna get too crazy!
Wine huh? Nice!
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Cookies and ice cream were after dinner.
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That’s how you roll!
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… and cookies are good any time of day.
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You speak the truth.
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… and brownies go great with red wine.
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I will not ask what kind of brownies because I am an adult. Even if my kids beg to differ . . .
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Standard … no additives … Next song … https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiMAh2cLczY … I’m in Foxtrot mode … gliding across the floor with an attractive strider.
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Buble is smoother than velvet, tell ya what.
Quid pro quo . . .
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A saucy version of the classic … definitely not foxtrot … too slow for Cha Cha & Rumba …. A tad quick for Bolero (which I would try) … but the slinky will make it a West Coast swing.
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It’s a favorite version of mine. Slow, sultry and man . . could I go for some West Coast anything right now, lol.
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Definitely sultry!
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PS: …. and playing some ballroom music in the background. … but the good stuff … not the orchestral boring stuff. … here’s what’s playing now …. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VGZ6M6t4vA
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NICE!
I love it Frank!
I’ve got a new way to describe my toesies thanks to you. My Tierra Del Fuegos! How can you NOT love that?!
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LOL …. that’s a fun song … and you should feel a similarity with the feel of the other song I left you. … this is up now …. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jKvTQrIFbcc
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Doing old Blue Eyes proud!
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Time to chill … starting a waltz set … more gliding! Love this song … https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=csnUV3Gz4Pk
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Thank you again, Frank! That’s a great song to write to.
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Keep writing … https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIcR7Xkysds
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Alrighty… after Marc mentioned the videos galore, I had to come back… Frank… you da MAN when it comes to sharing music. When’s the next musical?
That there was quite a nice selection supplied by the two a youse. And don’t forget… Bublé is OURS…
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Umm . . . so was curling?
LOL . . . I am cracking up as I typed that!
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😒
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Uh oh . . . I just might have started WW3 with Canada. Where’s Frank and John? They better not be in Montreal!
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OK… Now that I have trolled both you and Frank, lemme get to this fabulous story.
Wow, B… talk about taking an idea and running with it! You have not only risen to the challenge, you have taken it above and beyond. Holy hell… now, what am I gonna come up with? All I know is, these challenges do push us to do better. And when we have peeps like you and Karen participating, it’s just that much MORE!
Love it!
Q
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My original story had Liam buying it. I mean . . really? It was while writing something else that I said to myself “Self, you cannot kill Liam . . not like that . .it’s lame”. And self agreed wholeheartedly.
Muchisimas gracias Q!
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So glad you listed to Self and didn’t kill him off!
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No way Josie!
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😎
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Well done, Marc. I’m glad you went the additional step of letting Liam extract a measure of revenge. Nice touch with the two flans. Only a man ready to die would order two.
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I wasn’t going that way originally, which is why it probably didn’t feel right to me, lol.
And yes! Two flans because ya never know! Nice catch.
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😀
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The two flans . . is it like, wrong if a person does that on the regular? I mean . . I’m asking for a friend . . .
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I understand. Deep stuff, Marc.
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You’re being sarcastic now, John. And I gotta say how much I respect that.
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Ha ha ha. I was actually in tune with what you were saying. The small details sometimes take on deeper meaning as we think about why we wrote them. Maybe we didn’t give them much thought at the time but in retrospect a discovery is made that becomes profound. I have read some of my stuff and have been amazed by the feeling that caused the words to flow in such a way. Could be sarcasm but also respect. 😀
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Well as the late, great Cayman Thorn might’ve said . . Hey! What about both?!
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I can drink to that. RIP Cayman
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Holy Shit Batman! That’s some wicked writing! I’m partial to the Irish. I don’t even know what to do after that?
Maybe the rest of the day at the polling place, and watching the primary returns will stir something up?
Nice to meet Frank. Thanks to Dale and Marc for all the nice things said. Dale and I will have to put our writing caps on.
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Seriously – Marc has definitely upped the bar!
I’m working on the “Rubber/Glue” post but this prompt shall follow…
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My Rubber/Glue hit a snag when I went decidedly one sided on the theme. Soooo, I shall save this dialogue heavy post OR rework it. Hmmmm.
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I feel ya. I don’t think it matters if you’re one-sided. Karen went with the physical effect of rubber…
But go with what works for you.
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Well in that case, boom! Thank you Q!
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Anytime, B!
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Done! I’ll post tomorrow night.
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No way! Shit! I’m way behind. And tomorrow is FF so unless I finish my rubber/glue tonight, it’ll have to wait until Thursday
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It’s a simple conversation, it was fun.
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Nice 😊
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Looking forward to it
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As I am looking forward to your Friday Fictioneers post . . on Wednesday. Which is every bit as tasty as Spaghetti Tuesday on a Wednesday. #WalkingDead #ImmaDork
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#ILikeDorks
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#Q4thewin! #kicksaveandabeauty #GoHabs!
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#Bisdaman
#urnuts
#idigit
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#ur2cool4school
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#illquitwhileurahead
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You two will come up with some kind of wicked goodness, of this I have no doubt.
Hope primary returns day is treating you well . . oh and I am sure it will stir something up!
Nice things, sure. True things, definitely.
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[…] with the one that inspired us first. Karen has gone with “Rubber” and Marc, “Circus“. Do go and check out what they’ve written. They are both brilliant […]
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Brilliant piece! So entertaining! But oh those poor gorillas! All that screaming was bound to give them a headache! 😉
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I hope they were compensated for the trouble. I mean . . I am sure they were.
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hahaha 😂
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[…] retort, the second “Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys”. Dale opted for rubber and Marc for circus. We played loosey-goosey with rules, the prompts being the foundation. I wrote about a rubber […]
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Sounds like straight-up “The Blacklist” shit.
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BIG thank you for that!
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[…] last to join in. Go figure. Karen over at TableFor1 already posted hers and so did Marc over at Sorryless Funny how these prompts came about through simple comments back and forth. It has been a […]
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Good day
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🙂
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