Let’s talk about why this happens… because it’s not just “being sensitive” or “overreacting.”
When anxiety or depression is hanging around, your nervous system gets jumpy. It starts scanning everything like it’s responsible for keeping you alive… because it thinks it is.
So your brain looks at neutral things & tries to assign meaning…
😮 A short text becomes rejection.
😮 A delayed reply becomes anger.
😮 A change in plans becomes abandonment.
Not because you’re weak… but because your system is running on high alert.
The Problem With High Alert
High alert is great if a bear is chasing you.
High alert is trash when you’re just trying to live a normal Tuesday.
Because when your body is in that mode, it’s not asking “Is this true?”
It’s asking “Is this safe?”
And if your brain decides it’s not safe, it starts building a case… fast.
The Lies My Brain Tells Me
Here are a few greatest hits from my personal anxiety playlist:
😵💫 “They’re mad at you.”
😵💫 “You’re annoying.”
😵💫 “You said the wrong thing.”
😵💫 “You’re falling behind.”
😵💫 “Everyone can tell you’re struggling.”
And the wild part? Those thoughts feel like facts while they’re happening.
A Tiny Shift That Helps
When I’m spiraling, I’m trying to swap the question.
Instead of “What did I do wrong?” I’m trying…
“What else could be true?”
🤔 Maybe they’re busy.
🤔 Maybe they’re tired.
🤔 Maybe their phone died.
🤔 Maybe they’re dealing with their own stuff.
🤔 Maybe it’s not about me.
A Little Permission Slip
If your nervous system is loud right now… you’re not broken.
You’re not weak.
You’re a human with a brain that’s trying to protect you… even when it’s doing a terrible job at it.
This is Journeys With Jani… and if you needed a reminder today that you’re not alone in this, consider this it.
Some weeks don’t hit you like a wave… they hit you like a thousand tiny paper cuts.
Not the kind that make you bleed out… just the kind that sting enough to make you question your entire personality, your relationships and your ability to read the tone of a two word text message.
And that’s where I’ve been lately.
I’ve been moving along. Doing what needs doing. Handling life like I’m fine. But inside… I’ve felt tender. Like my emotional skin is sunburned and everything is rubbing against it.
The Olympics of Overthinking
Here’s how my brain has been operating lately…
🔴 I read a text wrong.
🤯 “What was that supposed to mean?”
🤔 Did they just use a period like a weapon?
🔴 Someone doesn’t choose the plan, the invite, the thing…
🤯 “What did I do wrong?”
🤔Was I annoying? Was I too much? Was I not enough?
🔴 Bean gives me the side-eye…
🤯 “Is Bean secretly plotting my death?”
😑 And listen… we all know the answer to that last one.
Cats are tiny fluffy mob bosses. They don’t need a reason.
But that’s the thing… when your nervous system is already on edge, everything feels like a message. Everything feels like feedback. Everything feels like proof.
My brain starts acting like it’s employed full time as a detective in a low budget crime show titled: What’s Wrong With Me Now?
When Everything Feels Like A Judgment
On the surface, I know I do this. I can tell myself, “You’re taking it personally. Stop.”
But subconscious me?
She’s convinced everybody’s judging.
She’s sitting in the background like a stressed out courtroom sketch artist, drawing conclusions with zero evidence & full confidence.
☠️ A pause.
☠️ A look.
☠️ A short reply.
☠️ A change of plans.
Suddenly my brain is writing a whole story about how I’m failing at being a person.
If You’re Here Too
If you’ve been taking everything personally lately… I see you.
If you’ve been doing fine on the outside but spiraling on the inside… I see you.
If your brain is making documentaries out of small moments… I see you.
Maybe the goal this week isn’t “get it all together.”
Maybe the goal is simple…
❤️ Be gentle.
❤️ Do what you can.
❤️ Let that be enough.
This is Journeys With Jani… where we travel sometimes, overthink often, and try to be human either way.
Tonight I’ve got two songs on loop in my head that are older than half the opinions on the internet… and somehow still more mature.
For What It’s Worth and What’s Going On aren’t new songs. But they’ve aged like the good stuff. They still fit way too many moments in American life, which is both impressive and… honestly exhausting.
And no, I’m not doing the political cage match tonight. I do not have the energy to argue with Team Red or Team Blue or Team “I Saw A TikTok Once.” At different moments, both sides need to step away from the keyboard, unclench their jaw, drink some water and remember there are actual humans on the other side of the screen.
Because this chaos isn’t one-person, one-party, one-election, one-whatever. It’s a buildup. A pressure cooker. And watching grown adults act like feral raccoons in a Walmart parking lot? Damn. Just damn.
So let’s do what music does best: tell the truth without screaming.
1️⃣ “For What It’s Worth (Stop, Hey What’s That Sound)”
❤️ Who sang it: Buffalo Springfield
❤️ Who wrote it: Stephen Stills
❤️ When it came out: Recorded December 5, 1966 and released as a single in December 1966
❤️ What was happening then:
A lot of folks later filed this one under “Vietnam protest song,” but the spark was closer to home. Stills wrote it after clashes tied to the Sunset Strip curfew protests/riots in Los Angeles in November 1966. Young people, clubs, police, tension, the whole thing.
❤️ What it was saying then- Not “pick a side.” More like:
It’s a warning flare. It’s that moment when you realize the temperature in the room has changed and pretending everything’s fine is not going to cut it.
❤️ Why it still hits now:
Because it doesn’t name names. It names a feeling. The feeling of watching people talk past each other, posturing, escalating, acting brave behind screens and forgetting consequences are real.
It’s basically the soundtrack to: “I don’t know what’s happening but I know this isn’t good.”
2️⃣ “What’s Going On”
❤️ Who sang it: Marvin Gaye
❤️ Who wrote it: Al Cleveland, Renaldo “Obie” Benson and Marvin Gaye
❤️ When it came out: Released January 21, 1971 (you’ll also see January 20, 1971 cited in some timelines)
❤️ What was happening then:
This one was born out of real unrest and real grief. The writing was sparked by what Benson witnessed around violent clashes and police brutality during protests, then Marvin Gaye took it, shaped it and made it personal.
❤️ What it was saying then- This is not a song that throws punches. It asks questions. It pleads for basic human decency.
It’s basically:
“Can we stop tearing each other apart long enough to admit something is broken?”
❤️ Why it still hits now:
Because it’s not a history lesson. It’s a mirror.
“Mother, mother, there’s too many of you crying”… that line doesn’t expire. Neither does the feeling behind it: confusion, compassion, frustration and a desperate need for people to calm down and act like we live on the same planet.
The shared message, then and now
These two songs come from different genres and different decades, but they’re cousins.
Both are saying- Pay attention Lower your volume Remember people are people If we keep going like this, it won’t end well
And I think that’s why they’re stuck in my head tonight. Because I’m tired. Not “need a nap” tired. I mean tired in my bones of the noise, the cruelty, the instant outrage, the way empathy gets treated like a weakness.
So I’m choosing music tonight. Not as an argument. As a pause.
Who’s next?
Alright lovelies, your turn.
Drop one song that fits this same mood for you, the “please can we act human” mood. Old, new, any genre. I’m building a little thread of sanity over here, one song at a time.
Late this afternoon I was on my way home doing what I do best… holding a private car concert like I’ve got a tour bus and backup dancers.
Spotify had me on my Liked Songs, and about the 5th or 6th track in I realized it had basically turned into an all-80s hits parade. Fine by me. The 80s understood drama, melody and how to make a chorus stick to your soul.
Now, I graduated high school in 1987, so that year will always feel personal to me. But let me say this clearly before anybody drags me in the comments: I do not think 1987 had the best music ever. Not even close. What I do think is that the 80s as a whole decade was loaded with incredible music… and I’ll tackle “Best of the Whole Dang 80s” another day.
Today is about 1987 because it handed me the perfect idea on the drive home…
Remember Casey Kasem’s American Top 40? The countdown we waited for like it was an actual weekly event. You didn’t stream it. You didn’t skip it. You sat there, listened, argued with your friends about the rankings and pretended you weren’t recording it on a cassette like a criminal.
So… why not bring that back?
Here’s the list of 1987’s #1 singles. Read it slowly. If you’re anything like me, at least three of these will start playing in your head without permission.
🎧 1987 Billboard Hot 100 #1 Singles
“Walk Like an Egyptian” – The Bangles (Jan 3, Jan 10)
“Shake You Down” – Gregory Abbott (Jan 17)
“At This Moment” – Billy Vera and the Beaters (Jan 24, Jan 31) “Open Your Heart” – Madonna (Feb 7)
“Livin’ on a Prayer” – Bon Jovi (Feb 14 – Mar 7)
“Jacob’s Ladder” – Huey Lewis and the News (Mar 14)
“(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life” – Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes (Nov 28)
“Heaven Is a Place on Earth” – Belinda Carlisle (Dec 5)
“Faith” – George Michael (Dec 12 – Dec 26)
So that’s 1987 in a nutshell: big hooks, bigger hair, and enough power ballads to emotionally ambush you in the middle of a normal day. And again, I’m not claiming 1987 had the best music ever… but it did give us some serious heavy hitters and it sure made the Casey Kasem countdown feel like a weekly holiday.
Next up, we’re zooming out to the whole 80s decade… because the real truth is the 80s weren’t one sound. They were a whole personality.
Now tell me: what’s your 1987 song? The one that time-travels you on the first note. And if you’re feeling spicy… which one of these #1s would you kick off the island?
Betsy (my Bonus-Mom) said something that hit me right in the soft spots:
“Music is personal… but it’s also communal. It’s how we share pieces of ourselves without having to explain all the messy details.”
Yes ma’am. That’s it. That’s the whole sermon.
Because when life gets brutally real, hospice-real, terminal-cancer-real… our mouths don’t always cooperate. We can’t find the right words or we don’t want to say them out loud because once you do, it’s official. So music steps in like a friend who doesn’t need the backstory. It just sits with you & tells the truth anyway.
Betsy shared three songs tied to Phil, her late husband, during his terminal cancer & the season of losing him. Not background music songs. These are “hold my hand while I fall apart” songs.
1) Seasons in the Sun – Terry Jacks
This one is a goodbye dressed up as a singable melody. It’s soft rock/pop on the surface, but the heart of it is a farewell letter.
🥸 Music education moment:
When a song feels like grief, it’s often because it’s doing two things at once. The song feels familiar & almost comforting while the message is doing the heavy lifting. That contrast can mess you up in the best & worst way.
Also, this song has a deeper history than I realized until I researched a bit. It’s adapted from an earlier song about a dying man saying goodbye. That original DNA matters because you can hear the “this is the end” energy baked into it.
🎧 What to listen for…
👂 The steady, almost march-like movement that keeps going no matter what
👂 The way the melody feels simple… like something you could hum through tears
👂 How the “goodbye” feeling lands even if you’re not paying attention to the words
2) “Te Sigo Amando” – Juan Gabriel
Betsy said this one is worth translating into English. After I did so, I had to agree & I’ll add this: even if you never translate a single word, Juan Gabriel will still make your chest ache. This voice could turn a breath into a heartbreak.
The title basically means “I keep loving you.” And the message, in plain talk, is devastatingly tender: I want you happy wherever you are, I still love you, I miss you, forgive me for the ways my love hurt you.
When Betsy said she imagines it was what Phil was thinking about her in hospice… whew. That’ll take the knees out from under you.
🎧 What to listen for…
👂 How the vocal delivery sounds like pleading & blessing at the same time
👂 The way the song lingers… like someone who isn’t ready to let go but has to
👂 How emotion comes through even if Spanish isn’t your first language
3) “All My Loving” – The Beatles
And then we pivot to something that might surprise people in a grief trio: early Beatles. Bright, sweet, youthful.
But that’s the thing about loss… sometimes you can’t stay in the heavy songs. Sometimes you need a song that reminds you of before. Before illness. Before appointments. Before the world changed.
“All My Loving” is a love song written like a note you’d tuck in a pocket. It’s from With The Beatles (1963) & was written by Paul McCartney.
🎧 What to listen for…
👂 The forward motion… it doesn’t wallow, it moves
👂 That “letter” feeling, like love being sent across distance
👂 The comfort of something familiar and uncomplicated
Why these three work together:
Because grief is not one emotion. It’s a whole unpredictable weather system.
Seasons in the Sun is the goodbye you’re trying to survive. “Te Sigo Amando” is love that refuses to shut up even when it hurts.
Te Sigo Amando is love that refuses to shut up even when it hurts.
All My Loving is memory showing up with a soft light on.
And that circles right back to what Betsy said. Music lets us share the messy details… without explaining them. You don’t have to give the whole story. You just press play & somebody else goes, “Oh. I get it.”
I am so blessed to have Betsy as my Mom …I am thankful my Dad is happy & together they live life to the fullest. We all come with stuff. It is about ebb & flow.
Betsy & Daddy
Who’s next?
Alright, friends… give me three songs (or more if you need to) that are stitched into your life for one reason or another. Joy, grief, healing, divorce, new love, old love, Sunday mornings, kitchen dance parties, all of it.
Every once in a while somebody says something so simple and so true that it basically dares you to turn it into a whole blog.
Enter my friend Cindy.
Cindy works with me at Take Time To Travel. She’s wildly good at what she does. But more importantly, Cindy is one of those rare humans who makes people feel seen without making a big show of it. I genuinely do not know a single person who doesn’t adore her… and honestly, if you don’t, we’re gonna assume you just need a snack and a nap.
So Cindy drops this comment like it’s no big deal, listing songs that are THE best song ever, songs that kick you right in the feelings and songs that make you dance in the kitchen. And I’m over here like ma’am, you just handed me a whole Music Education lesson.
Because here’s the truth… we all say music taste, but what we really mean is music makes my brain light up in specific ways.
Let’s break Cindy’s picks down and talk about what they teach us.
1️⃣ Category 1: “Best Song Ever” (Also Known As: Fight Me, Respectfully)
Cindy’s Best Song Ever Toss Up…
❤️ I Can Only Imagine (MercyMe)
❤️ Hero (Mariah Carey)
❤️ Juke Box Hero (Foreigner)
That list is a whole personality test.
Music Education takeaway: “Best” isn’t one genre. It’s impact. Different sounds, same magic.
2️⃣ Category 2: “Kicks You in the Feelings” (AKA: Wrecks Your Mascara)
Cindy’s Feelings Songs…
❤️ I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing (Aerosmith)
❤️ Bubbly (Colbie Caillat)
Now this pairing right here… this is emotional range.
Music Education takeaway: The “feelings” aren’t just lyrics. It’s dynamics. Loud and soaring can feel like devotion. Soft and simple can feel like safety. Either way, your nervous system goes, “Oh. This matters.”
3️⃣ Category 3: “Dance in the Kitchen” (The Cheapest Therapy Plan Available)
Cindy’s kitchen dance starters:
❤️I Feel Good (James Brown)
❤️ Old Time Rock and Roll (Bob Seger)
❤️ You Shook Me All Night Long (AC/DC)
These songs all have one thing in common: they move before you even decide to.
What makes a song “kitchen dance” approved?
🥄 A beat you can’t lose (steady backbeat, clear groove)
🥄 A hook you can sing without thinking (because you’re holding a spatula, not studying poetry)
🥄 Energy that hits fast (no slow build required, we’re already in motion)
Music Education takeaway: Dance songs are about rhythm clarity. If your brain can predict the beat, your body trusts it enough to move.
4️⃣ Cindy’s “So Many Others” List and Why It Matters
Then Cindy casually adds she loves:
🎤 George Strait
🎤 Little Big Town
🎤 Chris Stapleton
🎤 Willie Nelson
🎤 Jennifer Nettles
🎤 Gov’t Mule
🎤 Tedeschi Trucks
🎤 Elton John
…just to name a few.
That’s not all over the place! That’s wide open ears!
That’s someone who loves:
🎸 Storytelling (George Strait, Willie Nelson)
🎸 Harmony & heartbreak (Little Big Town, Jennifer Nettles)
🎸 Soul grit & truth (Chris Stapleton)
🎸 Guitars that preach (Gov’t Mule, Tedeschi Trucks)
🎸 Songwriting that sticks to your ribs (Elton John)
Music Education takeaway: Taste isn’t about genre loyalty.
It’s about what you respond to: story, voice, groove, melody, mood.
A Little Listening “Homework” (But the Fun Kind)
🤔 Next time you hear a song you love, ask:
🤔 What’s pulling me in first? (lyrics, beat, voice, riff)
🤔 Where’s the payoff? (chorus, bridge, key lift, final chorus)
🤔 How does it make my body feel? (calm, hyped, heavy, hopeful)
That’s it. That’s the lesson. You’re welcome, class.
And Cindy, if you’re reading this: thanks for the comment that turned into a whole blog. You keep being everybody’s favorite human. You’ve earned it.
Now tell me, lovelies… what’s your:
🏆Best song ever
🏆 Kicks-you-in-the-feelings song
🏆 Kitchen dance song?
I’m collecting them for my Journeys With Jani music journey this year and yes, I will absolutely judge you a tiny bit… but lovingly.
This weekend’s blog was supposed to be my usual kind of reflection… the regular weekend post. But somewhere between my thoughts and my coffee, it turned into a music post too. Because one song kept coming back around and it wouldn’t let me go.
“Hallelujah.”
A couple days ago I wrote about the weight so many women carry. The mental load. The emotional load. The kind of tired that sleep doesn’t fix because it isn’t your body that’s worn out, it’s your spirit.
That’s what made me think of “Hallelujah.”
If you grew up thinking Hallelujah was meant to sound like a church song, Leonard Cohen gently proves otherwise. He wrote it, but Jeff Buckley made it feel like something you don’t just hear, you carry. This one isn’t a polished hymn. It’s a human one.
And let’s be honest… so many people have covered this song over the years and I love most. Pentatonix can bring down the house, no doubt. But “Hallelujah is one of those songs that changes depending on who’s singing it and where you are in your life when you hear it. For me, it’s Jeff Buckley. There’s a reason people still talk about his version like it’s a lived-in prayer. It’s tender, it’s wrecked in the best way, and it fits that I’m still here feeling without trying to clean it up. Just go listen to it. I am going to include links to a few versions with this post.
“Hallelujah is what you sing when life is beautiful and when it’s a mess. It’s what comes out when you’re grateful and when you’re disappointed and when you’re not even sure which one you are yet. It’s praise, yes, but it’s also confession. It’s that quiet realization that faith and doubt can sit at the same table and still share the same air.
That’s the line I come back to, even when I don’t mean to: the broken hallelujah.
Cohen pulls in old Bible stories, not to preach at us, but to remind us we’ve always been complicated. David, Bathsheba, Samson, Delilah. Love that feels holy. Love that hurts. Desire, regret, devotion, betrayal. The whole tangled storyline of being human.
And then he does the part that stays with me. He keeps repeating hallelujah… a word that literally means “praise the Lord”… but he doesn’t save it for the bright and shiny moments. He uses it when things are cracked. Like he’s saying, I don’t have a perfect song to offer, but I can offer an honest one.
Not the pretty, polished version people sometimes expect. The real one. The kind you whisper when you’re doing your best to hold it together, even while something inside you feels cracked.
Because sometimes you don’t have the kind of faith that stands up straight and sings loud. Sometimes you’ve got the kind that sits on the edge of the bed, heart tired, and whispers, I’m still here.
And maybe that counts more than we think.
I have one precious soul on my heart right now. I won’t share their story because it isn’t mine to tell. But I will say this… if you’re reading this and you’re in that same place, I see you.
If your faith feels tired, if your hope feels thin, if your hallelujah comes out more like a sigh than a song… it still counts. It still matters. You’re still here.
And I believe this with everything in me: they will get to the other side of this. Not because it’s easy. Not because they aren’t hurting. But because they are stronger than the moment that’s trying to take them down.
So perhaps Hallelujah isn’t meant to make us feel religious as much as it’s meant to make us feel real. Like we’re allowed to be tender and tangled, hopeful and hurt. Like it still counts even if your praise comes out with a crack in it.
So today I’m saying a prayer for the ones who keep going anyway. The ones holding families, marriages, jobs, and emotions together with sheer will and a heartbeat.
May the broken hallelujah be the beginning, not the ending.
This morning, I’m letting that be enough.
A hallelujah… even if it’s a little broken.
And one more thing. Women and men can carry that same quiet weight. More on that later.
Since today is Saturday, we’re doing an album… and it feels downright wrong not to kick this whole thing off with Back in Black (AC/DC).
But here’s the problem with favorite album questions… they’re a trap. Because the second I say Back in Black, my brain goes: What about Rumours (Fleetwood Mac)?
💿 Then it’s, Hold up… What’s Going On (Marvin Gaye)?
💿 And of course you can’t not respect The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill
💿 And Straight Outta Compton (N.W.A.)… don’t judge me, judge your own playlist.
💿 Then somebody screams London Calling (The Clash)
💿 And a faint whisper of Led Zeppelin IV and I’m done for
Point is… there isn’t a single BEST. There’s just what hits you in the moment, what raised you, what saved you and what still makes you crank the volume like you’re paying the electric bill in vibes.
So tell me…
What are your favorite albums?
What was your favorite at 16 at 21 vs now?
Two quick updates before I go…
1️⃣ I just realized I didn’t even mention Billy Idol or The Doors which is honestly shocking and possibly a misdemeanor.
2️⃣ If you’re doing Back in Black, you do it right
♠️ You start at Track 1 and you go straight through Track 10
♠️ All 42 minutes.
♠️ Do not interrupt this concert.
♠️ No pausing.
♠️ No skipping.
♠️ No “hold on I gotta answer this call.”
♠️ Respect the experience.
And because my brain refuses to behave… let’s just go ahead and toss Sam Cooke in here too, because that man belongs in every conversation about music. Period.
So… everybody’s got their New Year’s Resolutions locked and loaded, right?
Some folks make a list. A LIST. Like we’re about to storm the beaches of Normandy with a planner and a protein shake.
Others pick one BIG, shiny goal and slap it on January like a fresh bumper sticker: New year. New me.
And look, I get it. Something about January makes us feel like we’re supposed to overhaul our whole existence before the Christmas tree even finishes shedding its last needle. But is the BIGCHANGE approach actually helpful… or is it just loud?
Because every year, we all watch the same thing happen:
🎉 People post lofty aspirations
🎉 People feel inspired for about 9 days
🎉 Then life shows up with groceries, traffic and a lower back that suddenly has opinions
What if the problem isn’t motivation… what if the problem is scope?
Big goals aren’t the enemy. Vague goals are.
“I’m going to travel more in 2026.” Okay. Love that for you. But that sentence is like saying, “I’m going to eat better” while standing in the chip aisle. It’s not a plan, it’s a wish.
Try this instead:
🤔 Pick one or two specific destinations.
💋 Not Europe. Not the beach. Pick actual places.
💋 Then do the most magical thing known to mankind…
Talk to your travel agent. Make the deposit. Boom. Done.
That’s not just a resolution. That’s a decision.
Same with reading. “I’m going to read more” is sweet, but it’s slippery.
Try:
📕 1 book a week if you’re a fast reader
📕📗 2 books a month if your life stays busy
📃 10 pages a night if your attention span has been personally victimized by social media
Now you’ve got something you can actually measure. Progress feels good. Progress keeps you going.
Resolutions, but make them smaller and meaner
Not mean like hateful. Mean like effective.
😕 Instead of: I’m going to get organized
🙌 Try: Every Sunday, I’m clearing one surface. One.
😕 Instead of: I’m going to get healthier
🙌 Try: I’m walking 20 minutes three days a week. Start there.
😕 Instead of: I’m going to save money
🙌 Try: I’m auto-transferring $25 every payday.
Quiet. Consistent. Powerful.
Tiny wins stack up. And stacked wins turn into real change without the drama.
My twist this year: I’m not really doing the whole New Year’s Resolution thing. I’m switching it to my birthday. Because honestly… wouldn’t that make more sense?
January is everybody’s fresh start. It’s loud and crowded and full of other people’s expectations. But your birthday? That’s your personal page turn. Your individual new chapter.
And here’s the thing… it’s not just a chapter in some fancy hardcover book. It’s a journal you’re writing in real time. You choose what goes on those pages. You choose what gets remembered.
Those pages become the kind of memories our children, grandchildren and people we love carry forward. Maybe they’ll read them one day, maybe they’ll just feel them long after we’re gone on to be with real Jesus instead of hanging down here with tiny Jesus.
So yeah… I’m making my commitments on the day that belongs to me.
And if you’re reading this on Journeys With Jani, consider this your permission slip to do the same. Skip the giant vague promises. Pick a couple of specific things. Make them doable. Put dates on them. Put money on them if needed. Put accountability on them if you’re serious …like, get an accountability partner!
A resolution isn’t a personality trait. It’s a choice you repeat.
Now… go make one that actually sticks.
And I promise DJ MJ will be back this afternoon with a music blog.
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