??:?? — Little Bun wakes up and after going to the bathroom, runs back and whispers: Mommy, I am going to give myself another minute or two to see if I want to still sleep because I still feel a bit sleepy but I want to try and see…. He wiggles back under his blanket, I try to catch more sleep but I know he’s awake, and he finally jumps on top of me after an appropriate minute or two, and makes noises like he thinks a baby does, and tells me he’s awake.
7:08 a.m. —My morning.
8:52 a.m. — I am finishing up old posts, these posts actually take a good 1-2 hours every morning to catch up on the writing (I make notes to myself during the day PLUS email photos to myself from my phone to add to the posts).
9:16 a.m. — I read and post this AITA (Am I the A**hole) post:
They’re both A-holes and not on the same page. To steal regularly from your child’s education fund and NOT TO REPLENISH IT for leisure that are non-essentials (basic food, clothing and shelter are essentials), is beyond me. Now, is not the time to blame, you both made a mistake, own up to it and you BOTH cancel your ‘hobbies’. Hers is shopping therapy (I totally indulge in this), and his is horses.
10:05 a.m. — I take a super long, slow, luxurious shower where I am all alone, warm and happy. I even have a ‘Castle’ playing on my phone while I am in there while I wait for the shampoo and conditioner.
12:50 p.m. — Time for lunch.
1:28 p.m. — I head out onto the balcony after making a cup of delicious tea. I am still cold. I forgot to find my mittens for my phone and I go in early as a result.
4:22 p.m. — Little Bun has dinner and I sort of skip mine. I don’t feel hungry.
5:15 p.m. — We grab out the jewellery box after eating, and Little Bun ‘invents’ more necklaces out of my items for me:
This is just a swinging pendulum that he says makes babies sleepy and he swings it gently in front of my face to demonstrate, and to check to see if I sleep. He concluded that I am indeed, NOT A BABY, because I did not fall asleep from his hypnotism.
This is in his words:
“A pretty bracelet, but look at the clasp Mommy, it is so you can take it on and off with the clasp easily“…
He’s especially proud of this one and tells me how he hooked them together (they are rather difficult for tiny fingers):
On my end, I come up with more necklaces being merged together, starting with this one that I like but feels very basic and boring:
This is a handmade necklace that was gifted to me years ago:
And this one is a necklace I purchased years ago but again.. it’s all too simple and boring for my style these days. I do not wear ANY of these necklaces or reach for them unless I feel compelled to wear them at least once a year to justify their place in my jeweller pouches which is no fun.
I end up with this creation, I am calling The Circe because it reminds me so much of the minor goddess as described in this fantastic book: Circe (Madeleine Miller). It’s spiky, sharp (all the pointy bits!), yet strong and intertwined with her fates as a minor goddess (as depicted by the necklace above of stones mixed with chain). It’s also interesting and oddly beautiful in a strange way, just as she has been depicted.
I am eying it however, because I feel like I want to paint it to add some colour. Some light seafoam and teal colours with a splash of magenta to tie in the light green stones into the rest of the piece. I am hesitating because I think it’s beautiful like this, but … I need something a tiny bit more to make it truly my own piece.
Inventing new pieces I would absolutely wear out of old ones, is my newfound passion. It’s “free” (at least, the necklaces already have a sunk cost) and hits on my creative points.
6:40 p.m. — Little Bun tells me he is ready to clean up after he finishes his inventions (he loves this new game).
7:20 p.m. — I have dinner.
8:08 p.m. — We get ready for bed.
??:?? — I wake up feeling tired. Little Bun woke up early today because I have been shifting the bedtime routine to be sooner as I have been more tired from waking up earlier, but also fatigued from the weather and general malaise.
6:48 a.m. — I snuggle him in the hallway. I sort of love these times, where we cuddle together, quietly in the hallway as he slowly wakes up. Today, he asks me: “Mommy, burp me like a baby!“…. so I hold him in my arms, rub his back, hold him under his neck just like a baby, and try to ‘burp’ him. It doesn’t work, so I just hold him upright and explain that the air bubbles due to gravity will eventually come up and we don’t need to do anything. Sure enough, 2 minutes later, he burps.
7:05 a.m. — I set him up with a blanket on the carpet on the floor, and he starts on his Activity Book pages (we rebranded the workbook of Grade 1 curriculum to “Activity Book”), and he eagerly finishes the pages after I sit down with him and ask him questions. He seems more involved if he can do it with me, but I also want him to be an independent learner, so I am torn.
My partner is up, attending his class at 8. I shift Little Bun into the bedroom.
9:50 a.m. — He asks to play in the closet, and we make up games with the freshly washed Big Stuffie (he had a blood stain on his bum), and we play until I start to get a headache sitting in the closet. We do things aside from games, like arranging markers in a rainbow… or anything I can think of.
10:26 a.m. — We take a break, and I finish painting my necklace and the final product is perfect. I love it.
12:08 p.m. — I don’t love Cheese-only pizzas. I wish there was a vegetable on this:
12:20 p.m. — I go and sit with Little Bun who tearfully tells me the level of this new app is too difficult. I just sit and listen. If he wants results, he has to work for it. Even if it’s too challenging.
1:05 p.m. — I do a bit of the afternoon painting the necklace and adding some colour to it. I do the colour wave/splash I love, but something is off. It isn’t until everything is washed and put away, that I realize it is because I need to sharpen the edges! To keep them bright silver, and the rest in colour. Excitedly, I spend more time cleaning off the necklace and wondering what it will look like when it is done.
2:11 p.m. — I finally leave it – I see some spots I need to touch up but I am loving the aesthetic so far. I make a mug of tea.
2:15 p.m. — In the bedroom I can hear my partner scolding Little Bun to try and nap (he did wake up a bit early today and could use it, considering his grumpster mood).
2:55 p.m. — I finish my book, and start on the next one. I try to alternate between fiction and non-fiction, just to force myself out of my comfort zone, a bit like eating vegetables along with eating your dessert too.
3:19 p.m. — I play with Little Bun in the bedroom in the closet.
4:25 p.m. — I feed him his dinner, and then play with him again.
5:30 p.m. — I make dinner, and then do all the dishes. Then I beg off to read my book, and open the latest one, a crime thriller Snap (Belinda Bauer), not thinking I would really be drawn into it like I was. From PAGE ONE I WAS HOOKED. Of course, I hate the storyline (I always do in crimes), but particularly that it involved a mother. 🙁 (Little Bun plays by himself in the closet)
7:30 p.m. — I devoured that book. And that only happens with fantastic authors. She’s a skillful writer. Every page had me turning for more, it was like she didn’t have any wasted words at all, and the stories dovetailed so perfectly into each other, with interesting twists and turns.
7:32 p.m. — Little Bun whines for my attention and I tell him to go play with the other parent who hasn’t played with him all morning or afternoon. This is getting tiring. He pouts and runs off.
7:40 p.m. — My partner goes to play with him… and then leaves not even 10 minutes later, to start on some bread he is baking for tomorrow. I’m irked. I spent all morning and afternoon with him, and he only spends 10 minutes with Little Bun?
8:00 p.m. — They attend ‘school’ together online, but I do this too with Little Bun every morning, so I am not seeing any equality in childcare here, though I do have to account for two things – (1) he is in school full-time and I am not working at all, and (2) he does a lot more housework / errands than I do, as he cooks all the meals and preps for future meals by making his own tomato sauces for instance, and all I do is dishes nightly, laundry bi-weekly, and clean the house, and barely that (let’s say once a month).
8:45 p.m. — We get ready for bed. We chit chat and he wants to know about how socks were made, and I explain that, toilets, etc. I really need to get him that General Knowledge Book.
??:?? — I wake up .. early. I am sure it is 6 or 7, my body wakes up involuntarily. I force myself back down.
8:10 a.m. — Little Bun woke up LATE. But because I forced myself back down to sleep, I could have used another hour to feel fully rested again.
8:45 a.m. — I get on a call with my friend and we commiserate about things that have happened this month to her family and mine, which is making October a terrible month so far.
9:36 a.m. — I log off and help Little Bun play a game where there’s a race, ad and then he wants to play in the closet with me, but I don’t really want to. It makes me dizzy to sit in that small space. Instead, I make up a funny song that says: “Baby monkeys don’t have ……” and then we name things they don’t have, like the ability to speak French, etc. We actually sing it for 45 minutes with different things baby monkeys don’t have (like knowledge on how to drive a car).
12:08 p.m. — Little Bun runs out and has his ‘cake’ (it’s just sweet raisin bread), and I eat my lunch, THEN have my bread because I cannot eat sweet things before savoury.
1:15 p.m. — Down for his nap, I make a cup of tea. And get mansplained online by someone who doesn’t even own a business and is telling me how to run one. *eye roll*
1:23 p.m. — I settle in with my tea and read a new book. I have been lax on the reading lately.
3:00 p.m. — I am still reading as Little Bun wakes up, engrossed in my book.
3:15 p.m. — After his snack, we go into the bedroom, and I finish my book, and start on a second one, which I devour in a matter of an hour or so because it is so good.
4:45 p.m. — As I am feeding him, I am reading my third book (THREE IN A DAY!), and ALSO devour this one well into the night, half paying attention to Little Bun as we play together on the floor.
5:15 p.m. — And I thought I had a lot of shoes!?!?!!
Jenna Lyons (former J. Crew director), has me beat. I like her shoe room. It’s perfect. This closet also looks great. They suggest using designer bags as decoration but I wouldn’t bother. It looks nice without. Or just with baskets. I love the space however, it’s so open and clean. I could only hope for a closet this big.
7:20 p.m. — The night is a blur. I am just reading, and I only take a break to do dishes, then back to my book all throughout the late evening as he takes his shower with his father, and during night during his schooling with his father, and brushing teeth, etc.
8:31 p.m. — I can’t finish the book, too many pages left. I leave it for the next morning.
??:?? — I wake up… tired. I could have used another half an hour but Little Bun is up.
6:30 a.m. — I make a cup of tea and finish the rest of my book while Little Bun is doing his Activity Book pages (3 of them). Today he chose rhyming words, and choosing Nouns, and does them in less than half an hour (he reads the instructions on his own as well – good thing I taught him how to read). Grade One is easy for him, which is a relief because I can slack a little for homeschooling.
7:15 a.m. — I spend the rest of the morning doing administrative work – replying to emails, messages, etc.
8:08 a.m. — My partner is up, I put away the clean dishes, download new books onto my e-reader that were available and then go into the bedroom with Little Bun as my partner’s classes start.
8:30 a.m. — I am hooked onto the sequel of this book. I read Beartown (warning: triggering content, as it concerns a rape), and the sequel is equally as good – Us against You.. I can’t even stop reading it, every page has me turning for more.
12:01 p.m. — I start making noodles and tell him to play, and I put away the rack into my closet, but as I rolled it in, he looked at me with those eyes and said: But we haven’t played together in the closet today! I was waiting!! so I quickly eat my lunch and run to play with him.
12:25 p.m. — I finally play with him in the closet, because I promised him. I still have 50% of the book left to go, but I am going to really enjoy it when he is down for his nap and I am enjoying a tea.
1:10 p.m. — After gobbling up his yoghurt (he has been unusually hungry lately, must be growing again), he runs down for his nap and I make a tea, eager to finish the sequel.
2:40 p.m. — I finish the book. I only go through books like a crazed person when the writing is so good, it keeps you coming back for more. He’s a truly gifted writer.
3:45 p.m. — I play with Little Bun in the closet.
4:29 p.m. — I take a work call, and the broker starts with: “It’s 2 days a week.” I reply with: “No thanks“. Surprised, he asks me if I even want to know what they’re paying per hour. I replied back if it wasn’t at least $312 an hour, I wasn’t interested. Contracts under 5 days a week are a waste of my time.
If they offer me 2 full-time days at 8 hours a day, it means that in those 16 hours, I’m expecting to earn as much as in a full 40-hour week (which is not the case here). I couldn’t care less if the rate was $150/hour and higher than my $125-$130/hour. I care about the final number. Whenever clients ask for less than 5 days a week, huge red flags go up for me for 2 reasons:
1. They’re cheap
They’re trying to cut down on expenses in another way, without compromising the rate which in this case, is a paltry $44/hour if you do the math on a full-week. I don’t like cheap clients. They penny pinch in ways other than just your rate.
2. They are fully expecting a 5-day result
Yeah, I know they said two days. They don’t mean it. Their deadlines will still be based on a 5-day output and they’re not going to triple their timelines just because you’re there for 2 days. They’ll grind you down, and I am very likely to end up working “overtime”, and then have to fight to be be approved for it, to hit their deadlines. So my personal rule is to never take a contract that isn’t 5-days a week. Minimum.
5:28 p.m. — After he and I eat, I go through some documents for my mother which takes up my evening.
6:58 p.m. — I finish all the dishes and he goes to play with his father while doing some art, and I go back to the documents again after taking a break and compiling a list.
7:30 p.m. — I cave and buy the most amazing 100% camelhair pants by Max Mara on eBay. $132.21
I really want to recreate this look, but I also know that this exact shade of camel would be very chic as a staple in my wardrobe, and easily resold if I don’t think it’s my style.
Max Mara + Camelhair = Keeps its value pretty well. I know what she is wearing is likely wide-leg trousers from Mango as she’s posing in front of their wall, and they’re cuffed, but I’d rather buy camelhair trousers from Max Mara and obtain the same vibe instead. I already have all the other pieces but have never worn or purchased a pair of camel / tan coloured pants, as getting the right colour is tricky, as you can look naked from afar if it is a skinny trouser, so something as a wide-leg or straight-leg, is a better bet to not look so nude.
8:19 p.m. — I do the dishes, clean up the kitchen, and then ponder if I should eat. I am hungry but not very hungry. It’s strange, I think my body is just used to eating but I am not actually hungry, which is something I need to work on because if not, I am just eating needlessly.
8:40 p.m. — I get ready for bed, and then sit with Little Bun and we read through Aesop’s Fables, where I explain the story afterwards, or ask him questions to see if he understood. I don’t know if he just enjoys hearing the story over as I read it, or if he needs to read it multiple times to actually understand the story because it seems like the words go over his head. Or he listens to a small portion of it, but his goldfish brain forgets the first paragraph of the story and can’t follow it. Children’s books for babies are easier because they’re just one or two lines with no complex comprehension required. These fables are short yet also long stories packed full of info that he doesn’t seem to process if the story is too long. Or maybe it’s me. Either way, I take the time to explain the story to him.
9:01 p.m. — Time for bed.
??:?? — I wake up and force myself back to sleep.
7:12 a.m. — I wake up with my ears clogged as Little Bun crawls on top and says: “Maaaahhhh meeeee!” in a sweet voice, and wants to do a polar bear kiss (we rub noses together). I get up and after grabbing his milk, I take a sinus pill. I am running out and will need to buy more.
7:59 a.m. — I log in to do my banking, and start to add more money to my private lending account.
8:18 a.m. — My partner is up prepping breakfast for Little Bun. My head is aching, I will have to take aspirin as well I am sure.
8:22 a.m. — I load more books onto my e-reader from the library.
10:14 a.m. — I spend the morning reading to Little Bun and playing. Then we organize the second bedroom with all of the stuff I have in there for photos (my jewellery, my jeans), and he loves sitting on the spare dining chairs stacked in front of each other in there, pretending he is in “the second row” of… a train? Plane? Either way he is endlessly entertained in the second bedroom as we don’t go in there often.
11:35 a.m. — Lunchtime. He eats something and so do I.
12:06 p.m. — The Stuffie goes to try out Little Bun’s new “heating and cooling” whirling system (that block thing in his hands). The red blocks throw out HOT air, the blue blocks throw out COLD air, and TOGETHER they mix to make WARM air for the Stuffie to stay warm in winter:
1:15 p.m. — Down for his “nap”, really just quiet time.
1:22 p.m. — I devour books on my e-reader.
3:33 p.m. — He’s up, and asks me: WHAT ARE WE GOING TO PLAY NOW!? …. it’s mentally exhausting trying to be creative 24/7. I tell him we are going to clean. He claps his hands excitedly, and I grab the Dyson vacuum, throw a velcro strap around the button to force it on (they really need an on/off switch on this thing), and then attach the ‘roo roo’ attachment (the long hose, which we call ‘roo roo’ because it reminds us of an elephant trunk, and the elephant says “roo roo”), and I let him vacuum the entire bedroom in painstaking detail, getting all the dust bunnies in the corners, and pointing out spots he missed.
4:00 p.m. — We move on to the bathroom and I make him wipe the sink down. He does a terrible job and I point out how terrible so he can fix it. After he is done, I exclaim at how good it feels to have a clean bedroom and bathroom, and he agrees.
4:04 p.m. — He’s picking off all of the dead mosquitos (?) or bugs that come in through the screen door with a tissue paper or just his fingers, and then he goes and washes his hands. He’s quite a fastidious child. He asks: “May I have a tissue please?“.. and I had him one without a question because I know it’s to wipe up the dead bugs. I am not squeamish, I just like encouraging proactive cleaning behaviour.
5:40 p.m. — We do laundry and I give him the big pile, and make a mental note to have HIM go and get it all from the dryer by himself, fold it, and put it away without my interfering. It’s not really properly done house work if I am also in there prepping the housework for him and cleaning up afterwards by putting the basket away as well. He’s perfectly capable of doing it all on his own, once it’s dried in the dryer.
6:00 p.m. — Little Bun plays a new game he invented called “Feed the baby”, and he picks a pillow to be the baby, and his father has to help him feed the baby through some… gathering actions? I have no idea. I just hear a lot of giggling and laughing, so that makes me happy to hear them playing together. My partner however, falters after 2 minutes of playing because … men give themselves excuses of having other things to do, and yet sit in front of a screen doing other things instead of spending that time with their kids. I also have a similar frustrating at playing the same game over and over again with Little Bun but it brings him such pleasure that I slog through my mental boredom. I guess mothers have a higher pain threshold than fathers, which is not an excuse at all but makes me disappointed. I just resort to sending Little Bun to his father to do fun things more often because I AM NOT PARENTING ALONE IN THIS RELATIONSHIP.
8:25 p.m. — We spend the night in the closet, as I go through lists of things to do (I have so many tiny tasks and reminders I have been putting off as I have been helping my mother instead), as he makes up games with odds and ends of discarded rubbish (fabric tags, old beads, a few business cards, two purses, and old tea tins), in the closet.
9:13 p.m. — Time for bed.
??:?? — I wake up again and force myself back to sleep.
7:25 a.m. — Little Bun is up, and snuggling on top of me, giving me kisses. I kiss him back and snuggle him, while he makes happy ‘baby noises’.
7:59 a.m. — I call my friend.
9:08 a.m. — Off the phone, I play with Little Bun in the bedroom, and he asks: “Can I play in the closet?“… and runs in there. For him it is a secret, magical room.
10:22 a.m. — I go and complete a few tiny tasks on my list that take about half an hour each (most of it, chatting to customer service online which is time consuming and annoying but better than calling them and being on hold as I can do other things in the meantime), and Little Bun quietly plays in the bedroom on the iPad. I don’t leave him in my closet unsupervised, just in case.
12:08 p.m. — My partner tells me he will be doing the LAST BBQ of the season before packing it all away, and I take the hint to try and enjoy the balcony as much as possible before the snow hits.
1:17 p.m. — Out on the balcony with my tea, my book, I settle in for a long read.
3:05 p.m. — He’s up and asks me again: MOMMY WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO? and I rack my brain of what we COULD do that won’t numb my brain.
3:33 p.m. — I decide on Helpster videos so I can spend some time on my back, resting it (it’s aching like crazy), and read my book. I didn’t realize there was a Season 2, so I download them for him on the iPad. They’re all new episodes, and he happily watches them. I dive into my book while he watches beside me, and taps me to tell me things that are happening.
4:50 p.m. — Bored, he turns off the iPad and I force myself up. We do laundry, and then I read to him again.
5:34 p.m. — Exhausted, I push him off onto his father saying: PLEASE DO SOMETHING WITH HIM. Must be nice to be a father. You don’t have your child hassling you 24/7 to play, and he’s not the Fun Parent either, so I get double whammied with requests being his Beloved Mother + Super Fun Parent. Not complaining per se, but just frustrated that Non-Fun Parent can just sit there and watch TV France news and not see that he has to step up and take his son without me constantly badgering him or Little Bun to do so. With COVID it is worse as he could just take him outside to play soccer but we can’t leave the house, so ….
7:28 p.m. — In the closet… again…. Little Bun is obsessed with this purse of mine as it has lots of pockets and interesting hiding pockets:
7:40 p.m. — He also likes these vintage clip on earrings that he dresses the Stuffies up in, and he puts the earrings on both of them and insists I take a photo:
The larger one:
The smaller one, who feels just as cute in his outfit; I even think it looks a bit like Princess Leia.
8:45 p.m. — Bedtime routine while I just lie on the cool wooden floor in silence and close my eyes.
9:05 p.m. — We read books together. After a few pages of Elements, I prep the bed (he wanted to share his blanket with me, so we put it down as a shared bed covering that I can also sleep on, beside him), and we snuggle together as I tell him things about the world.
??:?? — I wake up with a splitting headache. My sinuses are acting up again I think. Next time I go to the pharmacy, I am going to buy a stock of sinus pills, I think the extra fatigue of COVID is weighing on me and my sinuses.
8:03 a.m. — I take him into the bedroom so my partner can cook and disinfect without Little Bun running around tapping everything (he touches EVERYTHING).
8:34 a.m. — I read my book as he watches videos and plays his own games.
9:10 a.m. — Bored with the iPad, he heads into my closet after asking permission, and I continue reading.
12:48 p.m. — Time for lunch, and then he heads down for his nap. I laugh at this because it’s how I feel about thermostats as well:
1:05 p.m. — I spend the afternoon torn – I wanted to read my books but I also have blog stuff that need concentration so I don’t screw up the scheduling and photos (it’s my Month of Style summary) so I decide to do that instead of reading, as I need quiet Little-Bun-free-thinking time.
2:50 p.m. — Scheduled, I dive into my book as he knocks on the door to inform his father he is ready to come out.
3:22 p.m. — I have him help me with laundry, and with sorting and organizing my paint bottles. I have a surprising amount now.
4:02 p.m. — In the bedroom, I have him start on a gift box for Christmas for his Aunt (his favourite one, my friend), and he excitedly picks out the Christmas card and the items I plan on mailing her.
4:49 p.m. — I start tossing things out, cleaning up stuff I shouldn’t keep (packaging for shipping items), and trying to just get rid of stuff I feel is cluttering my brain.
5:25 p.m. — My headache starts, and I have to stop it all, take an aspirin, and go to the bedroom to lie down, and he plays beside me, on the iPad as my eyes are closed. He’s like my shadow. Follows me everywhere I go, comments on everything, reads EVERYTHING I type or is on the screen out loud ….
5:45 p.m. — I feed him dinner after he pats my shoulder and asks if I am okay. I tell him I feel a bit better. Then I go and do all the dishes and think about eating something. Am I hungry? Is this just a habit thing? I decide to eat a small bowl of something.
6:20 p.m. — I do all the dishes again, trying to scrub pots clean and wipe things down. We got new wash cloths and I am unhappy as they aren’t very absorbent and it’s like wiping with plastic, even though they’re 100% cotton, I guess it takes time to become absorbent after a few washes…
6:48 p.m. — Closet time again. He loves this place. He sets up a game and waits for me as I finish up in the kitchen, to sit down and play with him. These games are mind-numbingly boring but it makes him happy and I play along with the Stuffies, making up voices and asking questions in a Stuffie voice. I make up stories like how this baby Stuffie is on his jungle blanket (the card), and is at the spa on the beach (see the handmade tokens on his eyes?), and how relaxed he is.
7:08 p.m. — Little Bun tells me: “Mommy, there was ONE LEG LEFT INSIDE for my second tooth, it was still stuck when I brushed my teeth“. I had told him that loose teeth are not to be wiggled, and if they are wiggled, they could rip their legs out of the gums they’re stuck in, before they’re ready and there would be a LOT OF BLOOD. So he has been listening and wiggling very gently, not too hard, to see if they want to (hopefully) come out on their own.
7:19 p.m. — Suddenly, he runs to me: “MOMMY! My mistake!! It came out! The leg came out!”…. and he waves the tooth at me, zero blood in his gums. I redirect him to his father because I am doing dishes.
7:19 p.m. — After he is cleaned up, he runs and tells me: “Mommy, my second tooth is safely stored in Daddy’s bathroom and now look! I can fit a finger in between the gap!“… and I have him open his mouth, do the appropriate oooh and ahh… and then hug and kiss him to celebrate his second tooth coming out. He won’t stop putting his finger in the gap.
7:30 p.m. — I want to try these hairstyles. They look doable for an idiot like me:
8:43 p.m. — We start to get ready for bed, then he yawns really loudly and I wrap up the Aesop Fable lecture. I tell him I will draw a Tooth Party Collectible tomorrow to celebrate.
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