Oh, hi there! Remember me? I know I don't write as much as I would like, but to be honest, I don't really write much. I've lost contact with most of my friends back in Hawaii. I still talk to Anthony and Angela, but I don't know how long that will last.
Well, summer sucked. I spent most of my time hopping from one friend's house to another until my brother found us a place to rent for a while sometime in August. Which reminds me, I don't think I've mentioned him in any of my previous entries. I don't think I've mentioned anyone, really. Well, as you can see, I have an older brother. He's six-and-a-half years older than I am. I also have an older sister who is 12 years older than me, but is married with kids and doesn't live with us so that's irrelevant. Anyway, we are currently moving again, into our new house, which by new I mean it was just finished being built last week. My mom and brother pitched in together and bought a house for us so we wouldn't have to rent a crappy one in the ghetto. Yeah, I said it. We are poor and lived in the ghetto. People kept getting shot or raped in my neighborhood and well, seeing that I was a tiny little girl coming to age physically, my mom was scared I was going to be the next victim if I stayed out past 8 pm. So, we packed up and left and are now living in our new house in a new development where there are not enough people here to have crime in. I'll give it a couple of years before it all goes to shit.
High school sucks. I'm too smart for my classes, but when put in the advanced placement program, the teachers don't actually teach you anything and expect you to know everything just because you are in the program. They called my mom trying to put me in it and I told them they could shove it (nicely, of course) and to not call my house again. My mom was confused, but I let her know that it's a bunch of crap that I don't want to be a part of. I can take my classes, fly by them, not really work, and still get a passing grade. I don't even care for A's or anything. Minimal effort to get a C. It's a win for me.
I found a few people at school who were or are interested in learning more about witchcraft. I'm not just looking into Wicca anymore. There is apparently several different kinds. A lot like Christianity having different sects, you know, like Catholicism, and Protestant, and then Protestant channeling off into Lutheran, Methodist or Baptist, etc. Well, Wicca is the same. Witchcraft is just an aspect of the whole Pagan umbrella. Apparently paganism was the term used back during the reign of King Constantine. The pagans of that time were actually country dwellers who believed in their own family gods, or harvest gods, or other spirits and entities. When trying to convert the people of his kingdom, Constantine separated them by pagans and Christians. A lot of the holidays we celebrate today are based on old Pagan celebrations. King Constantine only created them to fit with the pagans for easier conversion. It's actually pretty clever in my opinion, but it makes you wonder. If the Christians of today knew where the roots of their celebrations came from, would they be so adamant about forcing their religion on others or worried about keeping Christ in Christmas?
Anyway, I digress. My friends at my school were only interested in cursing people or hurting people with magick. Now, before you look at the spelling funny, I'm only using the K to differentiate from illusionist's magic and the magic that witches and Pagans use. That way, when I say magick, you know I'm talking about the practice, and when I say magic, you know that I’m talking about sleight of hand. I wasn't down on cursing people or hurting anyone, so they became disinterested. I was kind of bummed to have to move on by myself, but some sacrifices need to be made on a quest for knowledge. The Wiccan Rede states "and it harm none, do what you will." Basically, that means to choose your practice carefully, trying not to intentional cause malice on anyone. Not to hurt anyone on purpose. Granted, I think it's inevitable to hurt someone when working magick. For example, if I were doing a spell to get a job, or project, or something, the other person going for it would be at a loss if I got it and not them. In essence, I just hurt that person from doing something only because I wanted it. So sometimes, it happens. I think the main message here is to be mindful of what you do, and not to do anything irrational for both you and whomever else is involved. The harming part also includes self. That's debatable, but I think it makes sense. Self is a living, breathing soul. Why harm yourself?
I'm hoping the new school I go to has a lot more information than I was able to find at the school I'm currently at. I know they're not going to keep a bunch of things on practicing witchcraft easily accessible to the youth of America, seeing as, even though this country was founded on trying to get away from religious persecution, Christians feel more entitled than anything else, but maybe there is something else I can use or find at this new school. Maybe I'll even make friends with people who are actually serious about practicing witchcraft. Hell, who knows, maybe I'll even find someone who already knows more than I do and can help a sister out! All in all, I have a lot of expectations for this school. I'll be stuck in it for three more years.
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Tuesday, December 12, 2000
Saturday, February 19, 2000
Suicides and Histories
Oh wow. I haven't written to you in a long time, have I? I'm sorry about that. I promise I'll get back into the swing of things soon. Or at least, I hope so. Things have been pretty crazy here and I don't even know where to begin. First off, we're going to be moving to a new place soon Today, my step-dad committed suicide. He took some kind of cleaner or something on his way to work or PT, I can't remember which, and someone took him to the hospital when they saw him convulsing in the car.
First off, the man my mom was married to wasn't my biological father or anything super special to me. He was a nice guy, for the most part, but I wasn't attached to him. He was very controlling and abusive to us to fit his needs. His and my moms religious views were clashing. He believed since he was the head of household what he said went. He felt that being the head meant that everything he ever said and chose was right and no one could argue it because he was the boss of the family. My mom totally disagreed. Though she agrees that the man has the final word, for a marriage to work, they both need to be a team and take what each other has to say into consideration. He quoted scripture. "But I want you to understand that Christ is the head of every man, and the man is the head of a woman, and God is the head of Christ," 1 Corinthians 11:3. She got upset and argued that just because he was the head, didn't mean he was the ruler. God was above them all, and God had made them both to be as one as it said in Genesis 2:24 "For this cause a man shall leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave to his wife; and they shall become one flesh." She continued on and quoted scripture again with man was not created for the woman's sake, but woman for the man's sake. 10 Therefore the woman ought to have a symbol of authority on her head, because of the angels," 1 Corinthians 11:9 - 10. The ridiculous amount of Bible spewing and arguing gave me a serious headache.
Unfortunately, the reason for my step-dad's suicide wasn't due to the constant bickering between my parents. I finally told a counselor at school what he had done to me when I was a child. Well, I'm still a child, but I was 9 then, and being 9 seems so far away from being 13 these days. Anyway, he sexually abused me for three years. Lately, I've been having nightmares and locking my door for fear it would start up again. I stopped eating, hoping I could control something in my life, but my friends started noticing the changes in me. They knew I was scared of something and that I had been skipping meals, so they went to the counselor and told her. They thought I was slowly killing myself and became worried. Sometimes I wish I hadn't said anything to the counselor. Sometimes I wish my friends had just left me alone. Then, there are days like today where I realized that the fear of being hurt is finally over.
After I told my counselor, she had to call the local child investigative services. I wasn't allowed to go home until almost dinner time and my step-dad was removed from the house. I had to tell my story, what he had done to me, to three different people. It was torture having to sit there and say everything to one lady who typed out my statement, just to head over to some building into a room behind a double-sided mirror to be recorded and tell some other dude the same thing, using dolls and everything. It was humiliating and embarrassing and all I wanted to do was to take it all back and go home. This was the reason why I didn't want to tell anyone, why I was okay with suffering in silence. I didn't want more problems for my family.
My step-dad was staying over at our pastor's house for a few days before he headed out and killed himself. We had had the house to ourselves. for a while, which was nice for me, but was really hard for my mom. She had no idea what he had done to me, and apparently, he did the same thing to my brother. My mom was devastated and heartbroken and she pretty much lost her damn mind. A couple of days ago she comes barging into my room, convinced that my step-dad was going to kill himself, and that I need to go back to CID and tell them I made the whole thing up. Sure, she wasn't far off, but my mom telling me to go back like that? I did, for her, but I lost any faith I had in her that day. I know she's heartbroken that the person she had been married to for the past 11 consecutive years and thought was a great father-figure for her children ruined this family, but to ask a kid to go and say “Oh, hey, sorry about that, I made it all up. Silly me.” . . . I have no words for it. It didn't matter that I went back to try and take it back. They knew I had told the truth. The lady who had typed up my statement talked to me again and told me that she believed the first story. She knew there were things in there that no one could just make up. I hugged her. She was a nice lady.
We're moving back to our old hometown in Texas and living with friends after I finish middle school. here in Hawaii. My mom doesn't want to pull me out of school yet just because I need to keep my head up and put on my daily mask to deal with everything. Frankly, I don't care. I'm not worried. I can always make new friends.
Speaking of friends, that reminds me another tidbit. I found out my friend Lizzie has a witch in her family. Lizzie was looking through old photographs in her attic with her older sister when they came across one of their great grandma. It was a very old black and white photo, and she was wearing some kind of fancy robe of some sort and holding a journal or book or something. Betty asked her mom about it, and her mom kind of got pissed and told her to get rid of the picture. Apparently, no one is allowed to talk about this relative. Lizzie did some snooping, calling up her grandpa, and finding out that his mom, her great grandma in the picture, practiced witchcraft and was disowned by her born-again relatives because of it. Frankly, I think that's just shit that family would do that to someone they care about. I don't think religion needs to be something that breaks people apart. It's stupid. Anyway, Lizzie was really excited to learn this information. She and I have been talking about witchcraft, Wicca in particular, and are interested in practicing a bit here and there. I'm a bit nervous about it, seeing as I'm still technically a Christian. I don't want to be a hypocrite, but I don't want to follow a religion I don't feel comfortable with. Like I've said before, Christianity is all fine and dandy, it just hasn't felt all that great to me in a really long time.
Anyway, Lizzie and I have been doing a lot of visual exercises. We watched a movie called The Craft that's about witches. I had never heard of it before (no surprise, considering how my parents are and the fact that it is an R-rated movie), but apparently this movie came out a couple of years ago. Mandy, Lizzie's sister, had a copy of it and we watched it on the VCR after school one day. It seems like a decent depiction of witchcraft. I wouldn't really know, you know? Sure, there are a lot of special effects in there, like, real witches can't actually fly. It was an old myth created a long time ago. There's a whole story about how they would dance around campfires hopping on brooms, but they were celebrating. People who were afraid of them would say they were actually consorting with the devil and actually flying on the brooms. Don't take my word for it, though. I'm reciting this all from memory and I could be wrong. Anyway, I went off topic. What I was trying to get at with the movie is that the way the girls in the movie practice seems to be legit from what I've read. Also, the information from the store owner seems to be on par. Everything else is all Hollywood trying to make a buck.
So as you can see, I've continued researching it, there is a lot of ground to cover, but it's been very hard considering I'm pretty much doing this by myself. My friends are curious, joining me in practicing little things here and there, but not in the way that I am. They think it's something fun to do, but I really want to learn about this and see if maybe this is the sort of path I should take. I just wish I knew someone who could help me out, or someone who knew more about this stuff that could tell me if I'm getting the right books and understanding the information correctly. It's very frustrating not knowing if what I'm learning is right. I'm afraid to ask anyone, considering I'd have to tell my mom what I've been doing, and she would seriously not be happy about it. Remembering how she reacted when I brought home a book about it, she would go completely nuts if she found out I was serious about looking into it.
I wish I wasn't thirteen years old. This would be so much easier for me to deal with if I was just a bit older and could just move out if my mom went crazy over this.
First off, the man my mom was married to wasn't my biological father or anything super special to me. He was a nice guy, for the most part, but I wasn't attached to him. He was very controlling and abusive to us to fit his needs. His and my moms religious views were clashing. He believed since he was the head of household what he said went. He felt that being the head meant that everything he ever said and chose was right and no one could argue it because he was the boss of the family. My mom totally disagreed. Though she agrees that the man has the final word, for a marriage to work, they both need to be a team and take what each other has to say into consideration. He quoted scripture. "But I want you to understand that Christ is the head of every man, and the man is the head of a woman, and God is the head of Christ," 1 Corinthians 11:3. She got upset and argued that just because he was the head, didn't mean he was the ruler. God was above them all, and God had made them both to be as one as it said in Genesis 2:24 "For this cause a man shall leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave to his wife; and they shall become one flesh." She continued on and quoted scripture again with man was not created for the woman's sake, but woman for the man's sake. 10 Therefore the woman ought to have a symbol of authority on her head, because of the angels," 1 Corinthians 11:9 - 10. The ridiculous amount of Bible spewing and arguing gave me a serious headache.
Unfortunately, the reason for my step-dad's suicide wasn't due to the constant bickering between my parents. I finally told a counselor at school what he had done to me when I was a child. Well, I'm still a child, but I was 9 then, and being 9 seems so far away from being 13 these days. Anyway, he sexually abused me for three years. Lately, I've been having nightmares and locking my door for fear it would start up again. I stopped eating, hoping I could control something in my life, but my friends started noticing the changes in me. They knew I was scared of something and that I had been skipping meals, so they went to the counselor and told her. They thought I was slowly killing myself and became worried. Sometimes I wish I hadn't said anything to the counselor. Sometimes I wish my friends had just left me alone. Then, there are days like today where I realized that the fear of being hurt is finally over.
After I told my counselor, she had to call the local child investigative services. I wasn't allowed to go home until almost dinner time and my step-dad was removed from the house. I had to tell my story, what he had done to me, to three different people. It was torture having to sit there and say everything to one lady who typed out my statement, just to head over to some building into a room behind a double-sided mirror to be recorded and tell some other dude the same thing, using dolls and everything. It was humiliating and embarrassing and all I wanted to do was to take it all back and go home. This was the reason why I didn't want to tell anyone, why I was okay with suffering in silence. I didn't want more problems for my family.
My step-dad was staying over at our pastor's house for a few days before he headed out and killed himself. We had had the house to ourselves. for a while, which was nice for me, but was really hard for my mom. She had no idea what he had done to me, and apparently, he did the same thing to my brother. My mom was devastated and heartbroken and she pretty much lost her damn mind. A couple of days ago she comes barging into my room, convinced that my step-dad was going to kill himself, and that I need to go back to CID and tell them I made the whole thing up. Sure, she wasn't far off, but my mom telling me to go back like that? I did, for her, but I lost any faith I had in her that day. I know she's heartbroken that the person she had been married to for the past 11 consecutive years and thought was a great father-figure for her children ruined this family, but to ask a kid to go and say “Oh, hey, sorry about that, I made it all up. Silly me.” . . . I have no words for it. It didn't matter that I went back to try and take it back. They knew I had told the truth. The lady who had typed up my statement talked to me again and told me that she believed the first story. She knew there were things in there that no one could just make up. I hugged her. She was a nice lady.
We're moving back to our old hometown in Texas and living with friends after I finish middle school. here in Hawaii. My mom doesn't want to pull me out of school yet just because I need to keep my head up and put on my daily mask to deal with everything. Frankly, I don't care. I'm not worried. I can always make new friends.
Speaking of friends, that reminds me another tidbit. I found out my friend Lizzie has a witch in her family. Lizzie was looking through old photographs in her attic with her older sister when they came across one of their great grandma. It was a very old black and white photo, and she was wearing some kind of fancy robe of some sort and holding a journal or book or something. Betty asked her mom about it, and her mom kind of got pissed and told her to get rid of the picture. Apparently, no one is allowed to talk about this relative. Lizzie did some snooping, calling up her grandpa, and finding out that his mom, her great grandma in the picture, practiced witchcraft and was disowned by her born-again relatives because of it. Frankly, I think that's just shit that family would do that to someone they care about. I don't think religion needs to be something that breaks people apart. It's stupid. Anyway, Lizzie was really excited to learn this information. She and I have been talking about witchcraft, Wicca in particular, and are interested in practicing a bit here and there. I'm a bit nervous about it, seeing as I'm still technically a Christian. I don't want to be a hypocrite, but I don't want to follow a religion I don't feel comfortable with. Like I've said before, Christianity is all fine and dandy, it just hasn't felt all that great to me in a really long time.
Anyway, Lizzie and I have been doing a lot of visual exercises. We watched a movie called The Craft that's about witches. I had never heard of it before (no surprise, considering how my parents are and the fact that it is an R-rated movie), but apparently this movie came out a couple of years ago. Mandy, Lizzie's sister, had a copy of it and we watched it on the VCR after school one day. It seems like a decent depiction of witchcraft. I wouldn't really know, you know? Sure, there are a lot of special effects in there, like, real witches can't actually fly. It was an old myth created a long time ago. There's a whole story about how they would dance around campfires hopping on brooms, but they were celebrating. People who were afraid of them would say they were actually consorting with the devil and actually flying on the brooms. Don't take my word for it, though. I'm reciting this all from memory and I could be wrong. Anyway, I went off topic. What I was trying to get at with the movie is that the way the girls in the movie practice seems to be legit from what I've read. Also, the information from the store owner seems to be on par. Everything else is all Hollywood trying to make a buck.
So as you can see, I've continued researching it, there is a lot of ground to cover, but it's been very hard considering I'm pretty much doing this by myself. My friends are curious, joining me in practicing little things here and there, but not in the way that I am. They think it's something fun to do, but I really want to learn about this and see if maybe this is the sort of path I should take. I just wish I knew someone who could help me out, or someone who knew more about this stuff that could tell me if I'm getting the right books and understanding the information correctly. It's very frustrating not knowing if what I'm learning is right. I'm afraid to ask anyone, considering I'd have to tell my mom what I've been doing, and she would seriously not be happy about it. Remembering how she reacted when I brought home a book about it, she would go completely nuts if she found out I was serious about looking into it.
I wish I wasn't thirteen years old. This would be so much easier for me to deal with if I was just a bit older and could just move out if my mom went crazy over this.
Tuesday, September 28, 1999
Changes
Hi there. This is my first attempt in the past three years or so of starting a journal. I just want someone to vent to that I know won't chime in with advice. I know I'm just a kid, only thirteen years old, but I do the things I do because I want to learn on my own. So, I'm not looking for specific advice, I'm just searching for an ear, or I guess, in this case, eyes, paper, whatever. I know this is probably really weird, but I think this will be good for me. I can tell you all of my secrets and not fear that my parents would find out. So in a way, this is therapeutic. It’s helping someone in need, though emotionally, out. I used to write in a journal years ago. I'd make them out of folded sheets of paper. I don't know why I stopped.
To be clear, I'm not doing anything illegal. I'm not writing to tell you about sex, drugs, or alcohol, but what I am doing is frowned upon by a lot of people. Currently, thanks to Tiffany, I'm considering about changing my choice in religion. My parents are missionaries, so you can see where that would cause problems. They are very devout and really love Jesus Christ and His Father. I just feel so out of place all the time. We go to church every Wednesday, Friday, and twice on Sunday. I was the treasurer in my old youth group, and I was the youngest graduating member in the School of Ministry at my old church. In this new church I'm still an active member and secretary of the youth group. I'm not saying I'm awesome or deserve a lot of praise, but I am very active in the church. I pray every morning and every night, and I help out in everything I can. I'm even in the church choir and coordinate youth events with the other teens in the group. I like church well enough, but everything I do feels empty. All the prayers, and the praising, the songs and the teachings, they all seem to fall flat for me. Don't get me wrong. I love God. I do believe in a Supreme Being, for lack of a better term. I'm just not feeling it at church.
I'm afraid to tell my mom how I really feel. You see, Tiffany brought a book for and about teen witches to school last week and she let me borrow it. I didn't even know witches were a real thing. I thought it was something someone made up a long time ago to scare people into following rules or going to bed on time or whatever. Turns out, I was wrong. However, my mom found it in my backpack and threw a fit. Personally, I think she overreacted. It's a book, and I'm not practicing anything in the book, but she quoted the verse "thou shalt not suffer a witch to live" which is Exodus 22:18. I get that witchcraft is a seriously bad thing for Christians to partake in, but I went to the library after her hissy fit and looked up the translation. Apparently, King James 1 was paranoid about witches and spells and stuff, and so when the translators were making "his" Bible (King James Version) they changed the Hebrew word for "poisoner" to witch. All other translations go downhill from there. People, especially early Christians, seemed to be afraid of people who worked spells and other forms of magic; things that are now known as science.
Anyway, I told my mom to chill out. I mean, seriously, it's a freaking book for crying out loud. I am learning about something I didn't know existed. What's so wrong with expanding knowledge? Well, according to her, bringing anything that's "of the devil" to the house brings that evil into the house as well. What a bunch of force-fed crap, in my opinion. You know, for someone who doesn't believe in ghosts, she really is stuck on believing spirits attach themselves to sheets of paper, because, you know, that's not contradictory at all. Whatever. I'm not going to freak out just because my mom is. What's worse, though, is that she told our pastor, and now he thinks I need an extra lesson on the evil of witchcraft. Should I remind him that I was the youngest graduating member of the School of Ministry? I know everything there is to know that most people who say they are Christian don't know. Did that make sense? Well, what I mean is I know a lot more than most Christians. I only know this because I have tested out this theory. I know what I'm doing. I'm not worried. I wish everyone would stop freaking out over bound sheets of paper.
So, while I believe there are such things as spirits, (I also believe in a lot of other supernatural things) I don't think there are any in this book. It seems interesting enough. It talks about Wicca being a form of witchcraft. It's a religion that was created in the 1950s or so by a guy named Gerald Gardner. He incorporated a bunch of practices from other ancient religions, like old gods and celebrations from Egypt, Italy, and Greece. It seems really interesting and I want to learn more. Unfortunately, this book doesn't have a lot of information. It's mostly spells and practices. It's really basic and hasn't answered any of the questions I have. I'm not giving up though. Tiffany opened a new door for me that I didn't even know was there. I'm heading to the public library tomorrow to check out more books on Goddess worship and the Occult, as well as compare them to Judeo-Christian philosophies. This seems like it's going to be an exciting adventure.
To be clear, I'm not doing anything illegal. I'm not writing to tell you about sex, drugs, or alcohol, but what I am doing is frowned upon by a lot of people. Currently, thanks to Tiffany, I'm considering about changing my choice in religion. My parents are missionaries, so you can see where that would cause problems. They are very devout and really love Jesus Christ and His Father. I just feel so out of place all the time. We go to church every Wednesday, Friday, and twice on Sunday. I was the treasurer in my old youth group, and I was the youngest graduating member in the School of Ministry at my old church. In this new church I'm still an active member and secretary of the youth group. I'm not saying I'm awesome or deserve a lot of praise, but I am very active in the church. I pray every morning and every night, and I help out in everything I can. I'm even in the church choir and coordinate youth events with the other teens in the group. I like church well enough, but everything I do feels empty. All the prayers, and the praising, the songs and the teachings, they all seem to fall flat for me. Don't get me wrong. I love God. I do believe in a Supreme Being, for lack of a better term. I'm just not feeling it at church.
I'm afraid to tell my mom how I really feel. You see, Tiffany brought a book for and about teen witches to school last week and she let me borrow it. I didn't even know witches were a real thing. I thought it was something someone made up a long time ago to scare people into following rules or going to bed on time or whatever. Turns out, I was wrong. However, my mom found it in my backpack and threw a fit. Personally, I think she overreacted. It's a book, and I'm not practicing anything in the book, but she quoted the verse "thou shalt not suffer a witch to live" which is Exodus 22:18. I get that witchcraft is a seriously bad thing for Christians to partake in, but I went to the library after her hissy fit and looked up the translation. Apparently, King James 1 was paranoid about witches and spells and stuff, and so when the translators were making "his" Bible (King James Version) they changed the Hebrew word for "poisoner" to witch. All other translations go downhill from there. People, especially early Christians, seemed to be afraid of people who worked spells and other forms of magic; things that are now known as science.
Anyway, I told my mom to chill out. I mean, seriously, it's a freaking book for crying out loud. I am learning about something I didn't know existed. What's so wrong with expanding knowledge? Well, according to her, bringing anything that's "of the devil" to the house brings that evil into the house as well. What a bunch of force-fed crap, in my opinion. You know, for someone who doesn't believe in ghosts, she really is stuck on believing spirits attach themselves to sheets of paper, because, you know, that's not contradictory at all. Whatever. I'm not going to freak out just because my mom is. What's worse, though, is that she told our pastor, and now he thinks I need an extra lesson on the evil of witchcraft. Should I remind him that I was the youngest graduating member of the School of Ministry? I know everything there is to know that most people who say they are Christian don't know. Did that make sense? Well, what I mean is I know a lot more than most Christians. I only know this because I have tested out this theory. I know what I'm doing. I'm not worried. I wish everyone would stop freaking out over bound sheets of paper.
So, while I believe there are such things as spirits, (I also believe in a lot of other supernatural things) I don't think there are any in this book. It seems interesting enough. It talks about Wicca being a form of witchcraft. It's a religion that was created in the 1950s or so by a guy named Gerald Gardner. He incorporated a bunch of practices from other ancient religions, like old gods and celebrations from Egypt, Italy, and Greece. It seems really interesting and I want to learn more. Unfortunately, this book doesn't have a lot of information. It's mostly spells and practices. It's really basic and hasn't answered any of the questions I have. I'm not giving up though. Tiffany opened a new door for me that I didn't even know was there. I'm heading to the public library tomorrow to check out more books on Goddess worship and the Occult, as well as compare them to Judeo-Christian philosophies. This seems like it's going to be an exciting adventure.
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