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Need to share this story because I'd love to know if others have had this happen.

Last night I went to a concert at the Barclays center in Brooklyn. I drank prior with my brother (we killed a fifth of vodka) and then took the subway over from my place. We were drunk. Yes. But we were not slurring our words, stumbling around, making a scene, or being loud/rowdy. I'm under no illusion that we looked like Mormon missionaries, but I also know I've been far drunker for other events and I definitely felt like we were both in control and well within the threshold of what is tolerable for a concert. Whatever that's worth.

I'll provide you the exact circumstances as they occurred:

We exited the subway and walked toward the Barclays center entrance (the main one). We presented our tickets and the rep said, "this isn't the general admission area for floor seating, you need to exit, take a right, and go around to the side entrance". So we did that, but it was a tight area because of the airport style security and there was a incessant stream of people coming through so in the process my brother shoulder-bumped a sign. The sign shook. We got out of that entrance area and began walking around toward the side entrance.

We walked on the sidewalk, past a VIP entrance where I asked the attendant whether we were going in the right direction -- she confirmed. We get to the entrance and they scan our ticket and go through the airport style security for a second time. Just as they are going to tear my ticket stub, a guy in his mid-to-late 20's in a shirt and khaki's pulls me out of the line and says, "are you two together?" pointing to my brother. I said, "yes". He then says, "come with me" and pulls us to the side. Now, I did not observe how my brother was faring in the security line but he claimed afterward he was fine.

He pulls us to the side and I ask "what's the matter?" He immediately heightens the tension by saying, "you guys are not going into the building" (these people are not at all skilled in negotiations or crisis management or soothing tension). I respond, "Are you kidding?". And he says, "no, you guys are on something. Our guys watched you from over there". I responded, "we're not on anything". He said, "your not going into the building". I then started to get heated but stayed relatively calm and said, "I want to talk to your boss, how are you qualified to arbitrarily identify me as being 'on something?". And he said back, "I'm the facilities manager here, I don't have a boss". I said, "OK, I want to talk to someone else within your line management then" and he said, "you can talk to the cops -- they're my boss". I said, "So you're going to reimburse me for these tickets then, right? Because I bought these on stubhub for 1.5 X face" and I pointed at him. So a guy behind me says, "sir, calm down and stop pointing or else we'll have to call the cops". And that point I throw my arms up against my body, open handed, like someone is pointing a gun at me and say, "hey, I'm calm. I'm just trying to understand why someone is telling me I can't go into an event I've been looking forward to for 3 months". So then he gets on the walkie and says some stuff and says, "cops are coming, they'll do a sobriety test and then you'll have a whole other set of problems"

I look at him dead in the eye at this point and say, "why are you doing this?" And he says back, "if you guys had told me from the beginning what you were on and been cool I may have let you in". I'm making direct and sustained eye contact with him at this point and say "I told you, we had a couple of drinks. That's it. What else do you want?". So finally he says, "OK, listen, if you guys take a walk to starbucks, get a coffee, come back in 10 minutes we'll get you in. but make sure you take the walk because my bosses are gonna be all over me for this one".

Now he admitted he had a boss, but I didn't want to go down that route so I just politely said, "OK, thank you, sounds good". And we walked away. We went into Best Buy and I purchased interstellar on blue ray for $8 (great deal) and then we walked back to that area about 20 minutes later. We got back to the same entrance and got through to the point where they were going to tear our tickets, and at this point they actually tore the barcode off and a ticket attendee says, "these two aren't allowed in the building. Lance was talking to them". So they took us to the side again, I said, "it's all sorted, Lance will tell you". They made us stand over to the side for 10 minutes without any information or purpose or direction. Then, magically, some person came over, motioned us to come in, and finally we got into the building.

What made me laugh was, entering the building you get hit with a plume of marijuana smoke and scent thats so strong it's like a hotbox.

The concert was a blast and I know the adage is "alls well that ends well", but the whole thing stunk to high heaven and seemed like pure, arbitrary BS. We're well mannered guys in our mid to late 20s -- sure we drank, but I thought I was well within a normal spectrum of concert-going behavior. Anyone else ever have a similar issue?
 
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Blink 182...They should have tore your tickets up to save you from the crap music.

But seriously, that's complete bs. I haven't seen that happen (and I go to shows all the time). I don't even know what I would do if it happened to me.
 
I would like to see the video on this one. You know the music sounds just as good with a couple of cocktails. Have your friends take a video of you when your drunk, its never pretty.
 
Similar thing happened to me and my Dad at Rutgers Stadium first game after the renovation. In a nut shell the yellow jacket security punk thought he worked for Ernst Rohm, and his shirt was really brown. Dicks will be dicks. One day, people like that will mess with the wrong person, and get taken down a few notches.
 
Need to share this story because I'd love to know if others have had this happen.

Last night I went to a concert at the Barclays center in Brooklyn. I drank prior with my brother (we killed a fifth of vodka) and then took the subway over from my place. We were drunk. Yes. But we were not slurring our words, stumbling around, making a scene, or being loud/rowdy. I'm under no illusion that we looked like Mormon missionaries, but I also know I've been far drunker for other events and I definitely felt like we were both in control and well within the threshold of what is tolerable for a concert. Whatever that's worth.

I'll provide you the exact circumstances as they occurred:

We exited the subway and walked toward the Barclays center entrance (the main one). We presented our tickets and the rep said, "this isn't the general admission area for floor seating, you need to exit, take a right, and go around to the side entrance". So we did that, but it was a tight area because of the airport style security and there was a incessant stream of people coming through so in the process my brother shoulder-bumped a sign. The sign shook. We got out of that entrance area and began walking around toward the side entrance.

We walked on the sidewalk, past a VIP entrance where I asked the attendant whether we were going in the right direction -- she confirmed. We get to the entrance and they scan our ticket and go through the airport style security for a second time. Just as they are going to tear my ticket stub, a guy in his mid-to-late 20's in a shirt and khaki's pulls me out of the line and says, "are you two together?" pointing to my brother. I said, "yes". He then says, "come with me" and pulls us to the side. Now, I did not observe how my brother was faring in the security line but he claimed afterward he was fine.

He pulls us to the side and I ask "what's the matter?" He immediately heightens the tension by saying, "you guys are not going into the building" (these people are not at all skilled in negotiations or crisis management or soothing tension). I respond, "Are you kidding?". And he says, "no, you guys are on something. Our guys watched you from over there". I responded, "we're not on anything". He said, "your not going into the building". I then started to get heated but stayed relatively calm and said, "I want to talk to your boss, how are you qualified to arbitrarily identify me as being 'on something?". And he said back, "I'm the facilities manager here, I don't have a boss". I said, "OK, I want to talk to someone else within your line management then" and he said, "you can talk to the cops -- they're my boss". I said, "So you're going to reimburse me for these tickets then, right? Because I bought these on stubhub for 1.5 X face" and I pointed at him. So a guy behind me says, "sir, calm down and stop pointing or else we'll have to call the cops". And that point I throw my arms up against my body, open handed, like someone is pointing a gun at me and say, "hey, I'm calm. I'm just trying to understand why someone is telling me I can't go into an event I've been looking forward to for 3 months". So then he gets on the walkie and says some stuff and says, "cops are coming, they'll do a sobriety test and then you'll have a whole other set of problems"

I look at him dead in the eye at this point and say, "why are you doing this?" And he says back, "if you guys had told me from the beginning what you were on and been cool I may have let you in". I'm making direct and sustained eye contact with him at this point and say "I told you, we had a couple of drinks. That's it. What else do you want?". So finally he says, "OK, listen, if you guys take a walk to starbucks, get a coffee, come back in 10 minutes we'll get you in. but make sure you take the walk because my bosses are gonna be all over me for this one".

Now he admitted he had a boss, but I didn't want to go down that route so I just politely said, "OK, thank you, sounds good". And we walked away. We went into Best Buy and I purchased interstellar on blue ray for $8 (great deal) and then we walked back to that area about 20 minutes later. We got back to the same entrance and got through to the point where they were going to tear our tickets, and at this point they actually tore the barcode off and a ticket attendee says, "these two aren't allowed in the building. Lance was talking to them". So they took us to the side again, I said, "it's all sorted, Lance will tell you". They made us stand over to the side for 10 minutes without any information or purpose or direction. Then, magically, some person came over, motioned us to come in, and finally we got into the building.

What made me laugh was, entering the building you get hit with a plume of marijuana smoke and scent thats so strong it's like a hotbox.

The concert was a blast and I know the adage is "alls well that ends well", but the whole thing stunk to high heaven and seemed like pure, arbitrary BS. We're well mannered guys in our mid to late 20s -- sure we drank, but I thought I was well within a normal spectrum of concert-going behavior. Anyone else ever have a similar issue?
If you were drunk how can you tell how you are acting? You have no clue if you were stumbling or weaving. You know how many people think they are acting perfectly fine yet are clearly drunk? Ask any cop or security person. They hear it all the time. Your perception of the entire events is off because you were drunk. A half of a fifth at 200lb would put you at twice the legal limit.

You were picked out for a good reason. Hitting the sign drew their attention and they probably observed you closer. Then of course you pull the tough guy let me talk to your boss line. Seriously, did you think that would work? Do you realize how many drunk jerks say that every night? If every belligerent drunk was allowed to talk to his manager there would be a several hour wait. It is a private event and they can deny you entry for being drunk and no they won't reimburse you. The guy gave you a second chance. You should consider your self lucky and obviously realize you don't know how to handle alcohol. Instead of being like the rest of the entitled 20 year olds maybe take some personal responsibility and not blame everyone else for once.
 
I stopped reading when the guy said you are on something and you said "are you kidding?" Nothing wrong with drinking but the correct answer was I just drank a fifth of vodka.
 
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Need to share this story because I'd love to know if others have had this happen.

Last night I went to a concert at the Barclays center in Brooklyn. I drank prior with my brother (we killed a fifth of vodka) and then took the subway over from my place. We were drunk. Yes. But we were not slurring our words, stumbling around, making a scene, or being loud/rowdy. I'm under no illusion that we looked like Mormon missionaries, but I also know I've been far drunker for other events and I definitely felt like we were both in control and well within the threshold of what is tolerable for a concert. Whatever that's worth.

I'll provide you the exact circumstances as they occurred:

We exited the subway and walked toward the Barclays center entrance (the main one). We presented our tickets and the rep said, "this isn't the general admission area for floor seating, you need to exit, take a right, and go around to the side entrance". So we did that, but it was a tight area because of the airport style security and there was a incessant stream of people coming through so in the process my brother shoulder-bumped a sign. The sign shook. We got out of that entrance area and began walking around toward the side entrance.

We walked on the sidewalk, past a VIP entrance where I asked the attendant whether we were going in the right direction -- she confirmed. We get to the entrance and they scan our ticket and go through the airport style security for a second time. Just as they are going to tear my ticket stub, a guy in his mid-to-late 20's in a shirt and khaki's pulls me out of the line and says, "are you two together?" pointing to my brother. I said, "yes". He then says, "come with me" and pulls us to the side. Now, I did not observe how my brother was faring in the security line but he claimed afterward he was fine.

He pulls us to the side and I ask "what's the matter?" He immediately heightens the tension by saying, "you guys are not going into the building" (these people are not at all skilled in negotiations or crisis management or soothing tension). I respond, "Are you kidding?". And he says, "no, you guys are on something. Our guys watched you from over there". I responded, "we're not on anything". He said, "your not going into the building". I then started to get heated but stayed relatively calm and said, "I want to talk to your boss, how are you qualified to arbitrarily identify me as being 'on something?". And he said back, "I'm the facilities manager here, I don't have a boss". I said, "OK, I want to talk to someone else within your line management then" and he said, "you can talk to the cops -- they're my boss". I said, "So you're going to reimburse me for these tickets then, right? Because I bought these on stubhub for 1.5 X face" and I pointed at him. So a guy behind me says, "sir, calm down and stop pointing or else we'll have to call the cops". And that point I throw my arms up against my body, open handed, like someone is pointing a gun at me and say, "hey, I'm calm. I'm just trying to understand why someone is telling me I can't go into an event I've been looking forward to for 3 months". So then he gets on the walkie and says some stuff and says, "cops are coming, they'll do a sobriety test and then you'll have a whole other set of problems"

I look at him dead in the eye at this point and say, "why are you doing this?" And he says back, "if you guys had told me from the beginning what you were on and been cool I may have let you in". I'm making direct and sustained eye contact with him at this point and say "I told you, we had a couple of drinks. That's it. What else do you want?". So finally he says, "OK, listen, if you guys take a walk to starbucks, get a coffee, come back in 10 minutes we'll get you in. but make sure you take the walk because my bosses are gonna be all over me for this one".

Now he admitted he had a boss, but I didn't want to go down that route so I just politely said, "OK, thank you, sounds good". And we walked away. We went into Best Buy and I purchased interstellar on blue ray for $8 (great deal) and then we walked back to that area about 20 minutes later. We got back to the same entrance and got through to the point where they were going to tear our tickets, and at this point they actually tore the barcode off and a ticket attendee says, "these two aren't allowed in the building. Lance was talking to them". So they took us to the side again, I said, "it's all sorted, Lance will tell you". They made us stand over to the side for 10 minutes without any information or purpose or direction. Then, magically, some person came over, motioned us to come in, and finally we got into the building.

What made me laugh was, entering the building you get hit with a plume of marijuana smoke and scent thats so strong it's like a hotbox.

The concert was a blast and I know the adage is "alls well that ends well", but the whole thing stunk to high heaven and seemed like pure, arbitrary BS. We're well mannered guys in our mid to late 20s -- sure we drank, but I thought I was well within a normal spectrum of concert-going behavior. Anyone else ever have a similar issue?
you were drunk after splitting a fifth?

Never mind, I always thought a fifth was 1/5 of a handle or 375 ml... Didn't realize it's 1/5 of a gallon or a 750ml bottle... Oops
 
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I drank that over 3 hours btw

Listen -- I know I was drunk. I admitted it. I just thought there was a threshold for a concert that I was well within.
 
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PSU_Nut was pretty harsh, but there was a lot of good advice in there. Glad you got to see the show, at least.

Like RUSonic said, it's likely that the video would have shocked you.

Feel free to tell me to shove it, but it seemed like you wanted opinions...
 
One time I rolled up to Madison Square Garden to watch Ringling Brothers with three hookers and security stopped us just inside the doors. They claimed that we all had suspicious white powder under our noses and down the front of our clothes.

They also claimed that they observed two of the hookers going tinkle off to the left of the entrance right before we entered the building. I can't confirm that because I was preoccupied with the third hooker's demonstration of removing her bra while keeping on her blouse.

Anyway, after some negotiations involving the ownership transfer of a certain quantity of aforementioned white powder, they let us in. Was a close thing though.
 
PSU_Nut was pretty harsh, but there was a lot of good advice in there. Glad you got to see the show, at least.

Like RUSonic said, it's likely that the video would have shocked you.

Feel free to tell me to shove it, but it seemed like you wanted opinions...
I wasn't harsh! Now get off my lawn!

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People are going to assume what they want to assume about my physical state but I think by virtue of even being able to recall all of this and cogently express it the next day that, clearly, I wasn't THAT bad
 
If they did that at Beaver Stadium the place would be empty
 
I drank that over 3 hours btw

Listen -- I know I was drunk. I admitted it. I just thought there was a threshold for a concert that I was well within.
Lol. Let's do the math. So half a fifth of vodka is 375 ml, or roughly 12 1/2 shots. Every drink adds .02 to your blood alcohol level, so that's.25. Now for every hour that passes, your liver metabolizes.0018 worth of it out of your system. Let's add an hour for getting there and whatnot, in 4 hours you'd work off .0072 for a net BAC when you talked to Lance of about .2428. That's pretty banged up. You got in eventually so good job!
 
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But I'm 6 foot 4 250 doesn't that count for something ? :)
 
I'm with keithk on this one. You were drunk on half a fifth? Isn't that like 2 vodka on the rocks? Maybe 3 at most?

Dave- "what, whoa"? Drinking a fifth puts you at 3's, 4's????? You do realize those at 3 or 4 are f-ing lying to you.

Damn- I'm wrong too. I always called it .750 and thought of the small flat bottles that fit in the pocket as a fifth
 
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People are going to assume what they want to assume about my physical state but I think by virtue of even being able to recall all of this and cogently express it the next day that, clearly, I wasn't THAT bad
Don't listen to the party poopers. You weren't too bad.
 
People are going to assume what they want to assume about my physical state but I think by virtue of even being able to recall all of this and cogently express it the next day that, clearly, I wasn't THAT bad
If you have forgotten details how would you know? Just because you can type it out doesn't mean that how it happened. I heard many guys brag the next day about the 10 they took home but those who were there know she was a 4.
 
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You got in eventually so good job!
I didn't read the whole OP but I did go back and read it after seeing this.

So if you didn't miss any of the actual concert I say you have a great story to share, which you did with us, but not much else.

And your size might have scared some of the staff. Not your fault. Just the way God made you. I wouldn't mind having that problem once in awhile. LOL
 
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If you have forgotten details how would you know? Just because you can type it out doesn't mean that how it happened. I heard many guys brag the next day about the 10 they took home but those who were there know she was a 4.

You are strangely hostile about this. Maybe you should sit this thread out, champ, before you have a coronary
 
Back in the early 70's my friends and I walked over from our frat house to Walts bar..... It was a bit windy that day, and it was a time when most had fairly long hair..... We saddled up to the bar, Walt took one look at my one friend and he said " I' m not serving you, you've had enough already".... My buddy must have looked sufficiently disheveled .....

He had nothing to drink yet.
 
I'm with keithk on this one. You were drunk on half a fifth? Isn't that like 2 vodka on the rocks? Maybe 3 at most?

Dave- "what, whoa"? Drinking a fifth puts you at 3's, 4's????? You do realize those at 3 or 4 are f-ing lying to you.

Damn- I'm wrong too. I always called it .750 and thought of the small flat bottles that fit in the pocket as a fifth
Most of those guys (and gals) are homeless and that's their usual. I often see the lab reports so there is no lying involved. The majority of the time they drink their bottle and then crash behind a building or in a park. Tourist calls 911, thinking they are helping them out and not knowing that we just discharged that person hours earlier for the same thing. If they don't get their fifth then we still see them, but because they are then having seizures from detoxing.

Edit to show that one of our regulars regularly was in the 4's and 5's. I saw him at .583 once. He got intubated, sent to ICU to sleep it off while being closely monitored. Discharged at 7am. Back in the ER at 11am after drinking another fifth and passing out in view of others.

A few days ago we had someone at .59 but I was off. Sad.
 
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Most of those guys (and gals) are homeless and that's their usual. I often see the lab reports so there is no lying involved. The majority of the time they drink their bottle and then crash behind a building or in a park. Tourist calls 911, thinking they are helping them out and not knowing that we just discharged that person hours earlier for the same thing. If they don't get their fifth then we still see them, but because they are then having seizures from detoxing.

Edit to show that one of our regulars regularly was in the 4's and 5's. I saw him at .583 once. He got intubated, sent to ICU to sleep it off while being closely monitored. Discharged at 7am. Back in the ER at 11am after drinking another fifth and passing out in view of others.

A few days ago we had someone at .59 but I was off. Sad.

You missed where I realized that in 50+ years, what I considered a fifth(small thin bottle that could fit in your pocket) isn't a fifth. We are talking a ful .750. My bad
 
Lol. Let's do the math. So half a fifth of vodka is 375 ml, or roughly 12 1/2 shots. Every drink adds .02 to your blood alcohol level, so that's.25. Now for every hour that passes, your liver metabolizes.0018 worth of it out of your system. Let's add an hour for getting there and whatnot, in 4 hours you'd work off .0072 for a net BAC when you talked to Lance of about .2428. That's pretty banged up. You got in eventually so good job!
I'm pretty sure you're using 1 oz shots, shouldn't you be using 1.5?
 
Need to share this story because I'd love to know if others have had this happen.

Last night I went to a concert at the Barclays center in Brooklyn. I drank prior with my brother (we killed a fifth of vodka) and then took the subway over from my place. We were drunk. Yes. But we were not slurring our words, stumbling around, making a scene, or being loud/rowdy. I'm under no illusion that we looked like Mormon missionaries, but I also know I've been far drunker for other events and I definitely felt like we were both in control and well within the threshold of what is tolerable for a concert. Whatever that's worth.

I'll provide you the exact circumstances as they occurred:

We exited the subway and walked toward the Barclays center entrance (the main one). We presented our tickets and the rep said, "this isn't the general admission area for floor seating, you need to exit, take a right, and go around to the side entrance". So we did that, but it was a tight area because of the airport style security and there was a incessant stream of people coming through so in the process my brother shoulder-bumped a sign. The sign shook. We got out of that entrance area and began walking around toward the side entrance.

We walked on the sidewalk, past a VIP entrance where I asked the attendant whether we were going in the right direction -- she confirmed. We get to the entrance and they scan our ticket and go through the airport style security for a second time. Just as they are going to tear my ticket stub, a guy in his mid-to-late 20's in a shirt and khaki's pulls me out of the line and says, "are you two together?" pointing to my brother. I said, "yes". He then says, "come with me" and pulls us to the side. Now, I did not observe how my brother was faring in the security line but he claimed afterward he was fine.

He pulls us to the side and I ask "what's the matter?" He immediately heightens the tension by saying, "you guys are not going into the building" (these people are not at all skilled in negotiations or crisis management or soothing tension). I respond, "Are you kidding?". And he says, "no, you guys are on something. Our guys watched you from over there". I responded, "we're not on anything". He said, "your not going into the building". I then started to get heated but stayed relatively calm and said, "I want to talk to your boss, how are you qualified to arbitrarily identify me as being 'on something?". And he said back, "I'm the facilities manager here, I don't have a boss". I said, "OK, I want to talk to someone else within your line management then" and he said, "you can talk to the cops -- they're my boss". I said, "So you're going to reimburse me for these tickets then, right? Because I bought these on stubhub for 1.5 X face" and I pointed at him. So a guy behind me says, "sir, calm down and stop pointing or else we'll have to call the cops". And that point I throw my arms up against my body, open handed, like someone is pointing a gun at me and say, "hey, I'm calm. I'm just trying to understand why someone is telling me I can't go into an event I've been looking forward to for 3 months". So then he gets on the walkie and says some stuff and says, "cops are coming, they'll do a sobriety test and then you'll have a whole other set of problems"

I look at him dead in the eye at this point and say, "why are you doing this?" And he says back, "if you guys had told me from the beginning what you were on and been cool I may have let you in". I'm making direct and sustained eye contact with him at this point and say "I told you, we had a couple of drinks. That's it. What else do you want?". So finally he says, "OK, listen, if you guys take a walk to starbucks, get a coffee, come back in 10 minutes we'll get you in. but make sure you take the walk because my bosses are gonna be all over me for this one".

Now he admitted he had a boss, but I didn't want to go down that route so I just politely said, "OK, thank you, sounds good". And we walked away. We went into Best Buy and I purchased interstellar on blue ray for $8 (great deal) and then we walked back to that area about 20 minutes later. We got back to the same entrance and got through to the point where they were going to tear our tickets, and at this point they actually tore the barcode off and a ticket attendee says, "these two aren't allowed in the building. Lance was talking to them". So they took us to the side again, I said, "it's all sorted, Lance will tell you". They made us stand over to the side for 10 minutes without any information or purpose or direction. Then, magically, some person came over, motioned us to come in, and finally we got into the building.

What made me laugh was, entering the building you get hit with a plume of marijuana smoke and scent thats so strong it's like a hotbox.

The concert was a blast and I know the adage is "alls well that ends well", but the whole thing stunk to high heaven and seemed like pure, arbitrary BS. We're well mannered guys in our mid to late 20s -- sure we drank, but I thought I was well within a normal spectrum of concert-going behavior. Anyone else ever have a similar issue?[/QUOTE/] EDIT Sorry I was beaten to the punch line.
 
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