Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | March 14, 2024
It is a sad evening tonight, and I am stepping in here merely to report briefly that Zippy our Cat has passed away; I woke last night after putting him to bed, hydrating him as best I could, he had slipped from the futon, seemed unmoving, I checked, he seemed to have passed, it was 12:30 am early March 14, 2024.
I have reported earlier how he was hit; he seemed to be recovering, I was taking care of him, he relapsed because he was hit again, both with vibrational technologies I suspect at the heart and with 5G high oscillating frequencies at his face, nose, breathing and with neuroweapons to induce a sudden loss of muscle and sudden abrupt non-cat-like howls.
The whole of yesterday–March 13–he and I were both hit.
Yes it is a Crime, and he was being hit I believe from very close-by: the 3 immediate houses around us, a few others. I shielded him for a couple nights, he slept on shielding. But it is near impossible to shield a cat and to shield at all from the drive of deleterious 5G frequencies suddenly switched-on and all around you.
I will report more on this matter tomorrow; Zippy was laid to rest peacefully at around 4 this evening. I thank all who helped him in his last days and hours and know that he was grateful for all. He was the quietest, sweetest, most unquestioning cat–his life before he came to us via Boston Rescue League I often think must have been difficult, we came to know him only slowly, over Time. No doubt I will write and think more about him.
Sending him prayers and safe passage home tonight, in Spirit.
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March 16, 2024:
The greatest crimes are being committed in secret today, by people employed by so-called “authorities” who are clearly therefore not Authorities but Criminals in office, engaging in Abuse of Powers. Their employees and contractors are nothing but paid mercenaries.
These people live among us and pretend to be human, normal, sane, credible professionals.
Signing deals with Police–in Massachusetts, on state-wide contracts that would be State Police, the Commonwealth Fusion Center, and consenting to attacking Through-Wall, with RF HPM (radio frequency high powered microwave) weapons termed “Police Technologies” or “Public Safety tech” (undisclosed), they consent to making people–and their companion animals/friends–sick, injured, degraded, and dead, a long-term exercise in destroying Health and freely murdering humans. Are they non-human? Are they aliens? Were they raised by sea-slugs?
Over the course of March, as I have been steadily attacked, more and more during and directly after publication of key articles and reports, our Cat was also attacked, over the course of literally ten days, especially I think at the heart and on the face, nose, mouth with intense 5G heat and vibrations and microwave pulse hits as well as neuroweapon hits to his throat and brain; he succumbed, trying to breathe, tossed sideways out of his bed, unable to use his limbs, forced to howl unnaturally for several nights and at the end.
The work I have been doing recently to expose extant Police Crime, Medical Industry Crime, Health-Insurance Crime, directed both at me and at all of Massachusetts–being rolled out every day these days–has resulted in intense retaliation, and literally, the murder of my cat.
Is this Health and Well-Being?
4:57 pm [Sudden fish smell being sprayed I suspect by the neighbor via a captured HVAC into the room — which I have now dissipated with rose water in a humidifier.]
Looking back, the strange neon-jacket appearances on my street I think from late Feb and early March (one pictured in Reporter’s Note 18) have portended this crime. The year, 2022, that Breanne Higson Starsiak’s tenants at 153 Pine engineered the false Quincy Police arrest and drag to Carney Hospital, that bright lime neon showed up every day for almost a month first, most often worn by a man wearing it and striding as if purposefully down the hill and past, for days.
I had no premonition about the cat going to be hit. The cat was healthy, happy, young–7 years old I think or just a little older. While I was being attacked intensely day after day, he had stopped eating. I noticed less and less of his food being eaten. Resolving to get some new cat food I had no indication anything was gravely amiss. But he was being silently hit. Chased from room to room as he was neuro-activated while I suspect his appetite was removed, he sat beside me quietly for days. His breathing suddenly became labored, his stomach seemed involved in his breathing; he was taken to the vet, who kept him overnight; I was told his heart had enlarged, fluid had collected in his lungs. The day he came home, last Friday, the 8th, the neighbors resumed their attacks on him and the house, sending loud LRAD hits to the radiators in every room. Then the 5G, the neuroweapon hits to make him howl, the hits at his heart to make him move again from room to room, later from couch to floor as his muscles were hit. Which part of this was due to Neuro/DEW attack, which part to 5G being switched on? After he was home he recovered slowly under my care for a few days then went under with a crash as all of these weapons hit. Giving him water, juice, vitamins, a little soup at the end helped, then wasn’t enough. He couldn’t breathe, he became progressively weaker, he kept slipping off the couch, I kept soft cloth and pillows around him, carried him upstairs. He moved away from his bed, sought colder air in the corridor, to try to breathe. Sudden neuro hits caused sudden loud cries again, I woke, cradled him, lifted him back to the futon we’d been sleeping on, that he had slipped off, he was limp, unspeaking, he had passed away.
(6:00 pm: A helicopter went overhead as I wrote. Then a drone.)
6:05 pm: As I wrote to my family the next morning:
Dear Paul, Sophie, all,
Very sadly, Zippy passed away last night. I woke to see he may have passed away quietly in his sleep att 12:30 am, March 14, 2024. He had been steadily fading all afternoon and evening as he continued to be hit by 5G and vibration technology I suspect at his heart. I tried my best shielding him, giving him water, juice, and vitamins continuously in one-hour intervals. I made him a special soup for dinner–dropper-fed. He was on the couch then he slid off, he kept looking for better places to sleep. His muscles could barely move. I had started to carry him again from place to place. It is impossible to shield fully from 5G used as a weapon system–that is, deliberately tuned up to attack the nose, mouth, breathing–I was so hit all day yesterday and with my shield determined the location of the pulses–from the two houses adjacent, their sheds, and the 2 houses up the hill on the back. Prior to last night he was hit extremely at the heart and lungs with fibrillating tech–which has also been used on me the last few days in particular, along with congestion heart frequencies: I will be reporting further on this crime at my website. Yes, it is a crime. Zippy had many years of life in him, He loved us and we loved him, although he came to us as a prickly and solitary cat. In these last few days he allowed me to come close and pet and stroke him and read to him. He wanted very much to be close to me and kept crying for my presence, even at night. He has missed you both greatly these past 2 years. He has looked for you. He has thought of you. The neighbor–I suspect the Le MIngs at 156 but may have also been the mafia at 150–activated his brain to howl unnaturally, to further neurodamage him. I held him close last night while he was thus crying–he probably didn’t know how they were doing it to him–but I think he understood we were both under attack in this house. I have prayed over him and will have a small prayer and Bible reading service this morning as I work on laying him to rest. If you would like to see him today–presuming you are still in Massachusetts–please come by the house. While I am unclear as to why on earth you both would have been or could have been lifted out of the house in this bizarre fashion–and been replaced by a series of impersonators and stem-cell-clones–it is clear this is a CIA-Black Ops operation and it is plausible to me that an NSL was handed to you. I highly recommend you ignore such obviously criminal NSLs. I am reporting all matters of criminality and that NSL if NSL it was, is also criminal. You have to ignore it and think about your life and family first. Life does not wait for us. We make choices everyday. When the neighbors are death-dealing assassins who kill cats, that cat is still our family cat, we must celebrate and mourn his life and passing. Please bring flowers, if you come.
Love,
Ramola
***
It was 2 weeks of exacerbated AP-directed energy weapon use, neighborhood switching on of focused 5G, and a few days and intense moments of neuroweapon use causing grievous harm that killed our Cat.
“Health” and “Safety” have become Covers for a Police-assisted, Medically-run Black Ops Neighborhood Mafia operation to destroy Health, destroy Safety, and destroy Lives.
***
From Private Logs:
March 2, 2024:
1:58 pm:
Clearly I am being discriminated against rather viciously by the CIA-Police Media set, who are busy working to strangulate both the journalist and the reportage of the crime. Have been thwarted now for almost 24 hours by absolute criminals next door cyberhacking in to my laptop and hard drive and preventing the finalizing producing and posting of a brief video recording made last night to introduce my article on the NIJ documents reveal. Mouse removed from desktop, editing inside Screencast frozen out, unable to insert, write text or post this essentially a news report.
Police crime is what is being reported–DOJ and NIJ missteps in permitting the most horrendous medical experiments using Tasers and forced EKGs on people.
As a reporter I believe I have a right to report on police crime.
Ethical agencies out there should stop these hackers from stopping the reportage.
March 5 2024
Let me just report here today: massive heart hit death hits sent my way from Mazzeo, Blondie, drones and satellites, zooming car on street–from moment I sat up in bed, went to the bathroom, came down to the sink to make coffee, went to the back family den area–intense heart hits from across and above–I have been sitting in the front living room on the couch, crouching behind shielding, forced to slap on more and more and more shielding at heart and arm while car doors banged outside–Blondie’s SUV–and hits sounded from behind in the Mazzeo house (audio bugs)–they have been working hard on reaching my heart today. Sudden hit on nerve in my right hand–elbow hit? Was hit in the bed as I lay as well on heart, arm, eye, right side gall bladder and kidney–hits could have come only from certain directions–all named here as well as the transient-DHS-Mossad-CIA occupying 147/149 which is stated as belonging to John and Joan Ruane–who don’t live here–or sold by them to an unknown party, the CIA/Police Mafia-Nest here perhaps.
So essentially I am being attacked by the City of Quincy–of whom QPD is a part–who have permitted all manner of Human Testers and Human Experimenters to operate here, like Armed Cockroaches.
All complicit, from the outset, in Murder.
(1:43 pm)
This is Planned Murder, with many Accomplices.
Who planned it?
The FBI watchlisted me after Alexander Steffan and Rosine Afshar “reported” me as what precisely? Competition in art and science and Math and creative writing after-school and summer camp teaching they wished to eliminate?
Then who moved in to attack first? The local Quincy mafia, swarming the street, following me to Milton Art Center and Oonagh’s school–fusion center contractors, contracting with Police and FBI.
3:27 pm: Just put the Recycles and Trash out on the curb. No sooner had I stepped out than the Le Ming ran around the corner up to her steps and onto her front porch, dressed the way I used to dress with my hair up in a knot, black CIA spectacles on her nose (not my style that bit re the black specs), and wearing a tan puffer jacket similar to my cream one (which is a better color really), in her hand a wallet and a cell phone arm extended, held out as if pointed at me. I retreated further down the drive behind her house as she rapped on her door saying commandingly (probably to her 2 year old whom she’d left trapped inside the house with the 1 year old): Open the door it’s Mommy! Apparently said 2 year old was taking his time for she seemed to stand there shuffling. I waited till the coast was clear before returning to the task of dragging the cans to the curb. This woman has sharpshot me, spray nanotech’d me, broken our dishwasher, attacked the furnace, and seems to be in charge of the electricity in this house–let’s not forget she has sprayed mold in the air, nanotech-sprayed me just last week, and broken incessantly into our house and stolen crockery, cutlery, clothes, earrings, socks, plastic tupperware, tea, sugar, pickles, god knows what else, plus set up a permanent heart-hit station in her dining room across from our sink, hit me at the heart several times by creeping along her fence and the space under her deck, sprayed me with intense microwave pulses night and day wherever I sit, has her shed and henhouse rigged up to spray microwave pulses, has hit me with millimeter wave, microwave, and ultrasonic bone conductance on my legs, hip, arms, all of last year quite intensely from June onward, staged many street performances in her backyard and front yard screaming her head off at her kids to the extent that they wept, including very recently just in front, a few weeks ago when she locked one of the kids outside and s/he kept weeping and saying “Why are you so angry Mommy, why are you so angry??” “Only because DARPA and the CIA told me to be dear,” she might have said, but didn’t. Further she has come in and stolen my underwear, my sage sheets from a new Bed in a Bag buy, cut up my pants and tops so they are filled with holes, left sticky gum on furniture–she and the next-door freak on the other side Samantha Mazzeo have done this, in tandem or together who knows. She has engaged in torturous activities of weapon-inflicted harm as well as much else, and can therefore be seen as Complicit and Accomplice in my intended murder. Yes I believe it has come to that, to say it like it is: I have become the center of attention of conspiring professionals from various factions including Universities engaged in the long act of Murdering me or Committing me or both. Does feel like Rebecca here, by Daphne du Maurier.
3:38 pm: Sound of planes. Hit on my chest on shielding. Left arm being accessed, right after some honks from end of street.
To resume, merely to process: I thought she was holding out the phone to attack me, but she was pointing it at me horizontally–what does that mean? That she was “taking a bioprint reading” or just pointing to video-record from a side camera on top of the phone/the side. Staring at me throughout not speaking to record me if I spoke to her? Clearly she is reading my website and my pc in real time. Also engaged in massive cyberhacking. The way she turned her head and stared as she went in, holding my gaze–I was certainly keeping my eyes on her to ensure she wasn’t spraying–was perfectly reminiscent of Eman Mok doing the same, the last time ever I saw her face. This woman’s being oddly similar–they are def different people but I am seeing all the copycatting here. Copycatting also of Blondie–Kim-Lauren as she lowered her loud tones and started recording me, holding out her phone in April 2022 so she could record me speaking. These 2 are apparently delusional–imagining I am ever going to address One word to either of them. F*ing assholes.
1:32 am–3-8-2024
At 1:31 am: Massive loud thwack on the radiator in the corner, spare room bedroom. Heater is Not on, yet that whack is sent there deliberately, right after I play through my Newsflash Video–which has been tampered with to make my face prominent and center–pathetic attempt by CIA media freaks to make me look Uglier than they’ve made me already, with their unethical and inhumane and sadistic use of microwave weaponry on my face along with nano sharpshot at me to induce massive inflammation. I suspect the Le Mings on this LRAD hit.
Have been thwarted all day and evening on the computer. I am reporting every single one of these neighbors by name to a few major Human Rights parties who will most certainly sit up and take notice when they find out what they are doing and intending for others past me.
I will also need to publish all that I know of each of them.
March 9 6:40 pm
The thugs next door have just 1) slammed me with extreme heat at my neck, attacked my heart–it literally turned over, after slamming out of their back door, sounding their horn 3 times, calling seemingly a drone or light plane which came overhead while my heart was turned over–how is this possible? Because my heart was unlawfully accessed at South Shore, my heart EKGs and bioprint EMFs were no doubt recorded and given to these vermin living right next door. Which suggests as well, from their various courtings of the resident Paul here that they were instrumental in the major crime of getting that guy to “file a complaint” one day after getting a Vanguard rep to call and ask me to confirm my social security number, then get 2 Quincy Police to come and physically arrest me, drag me out of here and lock me in a jail cell, then force me into an ambulance and the indignities at South Shore, the further kidnap and transport in a Midwest ambulance to Bournewood and subsequent lied-about incarceration there for 8 days, with all false “diagnosis” codes marked there as well. A CIA Police EMS Vanguard conspiracy to deprive me of rights.
6:45 pm: Very loud LRADs on the radiator in this room and the dining currently, while the cat is still sick and resting after being almost killed by these bastards.
7:54 pm: Let me note the following:
I was woken with hits from above on my slightly exposed left arm on the inner exposed side, only possible from the Khazar Mazzeos, 150 Pine Street.
Car doors-Blondie’s-slammed. Hits from her side hit my heart, vibrations as well. I put a small shield up against my heart from that side.
Sounds of hits on the left shield–Le Mings–came closer and closer and began to penetrate my arm. Pulse after pulse of energy hit my left arm. No feeling at first then pain.
From behind and underneath my left shoulder scapula clavicle were hit. I slid a pie pan underneath for some brief relief. The hits came from below, the Khazar Mazzeos.
A car zoomed up the street just now.
I need to publish these names.
The Quincy Police has protected these Mafia by arresting and kidnapping me twice, daring to lie about its being “Medical.”
I think Quincy Police is looking for some coverage. They need to kick these bastards out of Quincy–every single weapon-wielder and AI Brain experimenter instead they protect them by grabbing us and labelling us Delusional. I am not going to rest till the full truth is known.
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March 16, 7:38 pm: By “Us” I mean those unlawfully targeted, watchlisted, sold apparently into DARPA/CIA/NSA/DOD/DOJ/Univs Mengele-AP-DEW Testing/AI-Brain-Experimentation Slavery for Life as well as KGB-Nazi Community Subjugation and Satanic Human Sacrifice Operations–a matter which is being Exposed continually so it can be Ended immediately–an Obviously Criminal and Mafiosi Operation.
Police Protection of Brain Experimenters, AI Neural Network Mappers, Brain Heterodyners and Cloners, AP-DEW tech testers, and Police Operating of AP-DEW/Neurotech on the populace–using armed fusion center pickup trucks blasting up and down the street, along with jeeps, grey and black and white SUVs, Range Rovers, Suburbans, parked cars everywhere, i.e., Armed parked cars, drones, manned and unmanned, helicopters, war planes is and should be unacceptable: We are all in danger when an armed band, taking oaths on the one hand and hiding the other, uses secret weaponry on us All, and permits the military, CIA, Special Forces, and private sector to also do the same. That’s Jeffrey Dahmer territory, and as many know, he himself may have been a CIA (MK ULTRA) construct. [Police sirens sounding a couple streets away as I wrote this: 7:57 pm]
Yes, those who have grabbed living people for terminal “death-row” (word seen on a license plate at Marshalls in 2022) Brain, AI experiments Are Jeffrey Dahmer, and those who protect these predators are police who have lost their way. [Crash on radiator beside me from Mazzeos: 8:09 pm.]
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Returning to Private Logs:
12:38 am
March 12 2024
Was hit with sudden sharp strike on left shoulder from above after hearing a drone suddenly buzz in and hover, sound being cut as if it was hovering at the window.
12:49 am: Is it up there now, attacking me?
A car just zoomed up.
The heater is finally working after being kept from starting up or running the whole day–had it on for a while then stopped. (It stopped.)
Last night early I switched it off when the 2 thug clans on either side began to LRAD at incredibly high volume on the radiators, such painful sounds, so loud, when the cat was sick–massive sudden hits jolting the nervous system over and over–classic Mengele Nazi behavior: these guys have shown me they are either Japanese sadists running POW camps or Nazi Israeli IDF working out their complex generational trauma by continuing to attack and traumatize others: a CIA OSS Nazi quality in them. In other words: This is Torture and I need to one 1) Let a few International Parties know they are torturing me and my cat, and family…..
March 13 2024
Sitting in the back room and being radar probed at heart and back of neck.
Cat is crying. He was doing slightly better yesterday and this morning and then fell into a kind of stupor and sleep and has been having muscle failings, crawling along unable to walk, making lowing sounds. I realize he was activated into howling unnaturally the last 2-3 days and nights, by the Satanic Talmudists next door who blasted him at the heart lungs and face with 5g to try to kill him. I have been dropper-feeding him with orange juice, moringa, nettle tea, mint. The second Paul look alike who gets angry was here — he cried then threw a fit when I mentioned herbal medicines and cat needing to recover quietly. When I mentioned cloning and trauma he did some Masonic mouth things. He is obviously both able to voice-clone Paul and body-morph quite a bit yet is not Paul and is under a NDA not to tell me.
The CIA is hysterically criminal for having done this to me and Paul and Sophie.
I have been 5g-blasted all day in the nose, despite attempts to shield from the shed and the 147 Norfolk and the Le Ming henhouse–incessant nose-constricting hits.
Arms and shoulders continually hit, have had to shield or try to.
Burnt on the vulva several times while standing by the sink–from across seemingly, the Le Ming house–hit at the heart there also, with congestion frequencies.
Hit continually on both knees as I walk around the house, to induce knee pain and arthritis–I am trying to stop that from happening.
Eyes hit, woken in the morning with fibrillation at feet and neck, heat alternates all day between being there and not (constant running down to check the water situation)
So tired; cat is sick. Sophie is not here–nor the real Paul. 10:07 pm now.
Arm hit intensely in the morning from Mazzeo, Japanese woman, 142.
I pray that god intervenes to save this cat.
Also I must note I have been hit with intense sleep waves–delta waves–cat has been positively knocked out by same. Frequently hit all day today with congestion heart frequencies and heart probe hits.
11:24 pm–sitting upstairs in my study with cat and being blasted in face with 5G from neighbor’s antenna–will have to address this tomorrow. I refuse to let the city of quincy kill us all like this.
Cat is sleeping quietly, can only hope he is restored to health as he sleeps.
Praying for all of us.
__
8:23 pm, March 16, 2024: I must note too that all those long days of being blasted with 5G and being unable to breathe, especially that last day, March 13, of our kitty’s life, I was also being hit at the heart with congestion frequencies, woken every morning with hits at the heart and vibrations coming from the direction of 153 Pine across the street or the black SUV parked in front of it, made breathless by the daytime congestion: a clear attempt to Create a cardiac “condition” after being QPD/Brewster-dragged to a hospital-South Shore-[Loud hit on radiator in front, 8:32 pm] where a Forced-EKG was run on me after knocking me unconscious. How does that sound for Police creation of crime? Note: I don’t have a heart condition, have never had a heart condition, have always had a healthy heart, and still have a healthy heart, by God’s infinite Grace, because I’ve sure as hell been blasted with heart-hits from pulsed-energy weapons and continuous-wave weapons and now apparently 5g-frequency-vibrations for Years now–and I’ve been reporting it as it has happened.] [Blondie’s car door-the black SUV-slams.: 8:36 pm: Yes, these friendly neighborhood assassins are cyberstalkers as well: “Protected” therefore meaning never going to be picked up by the FBI, since as we know the FBI is surely “protecting” them. 8:37 pm: Another car door slam, perhaps in assent–Reading writers in real time their great pastime, especially those they seek to Victimize. 8:38 pm: Honk on street, further down, here in the new Pine Street Ghetto.]
Two more occurrences to note: On the night of March 13-14, after I noticed Cat had passed away, I sat for a while, mute, in shock, noting the time, after I dimmed the lights again and tried to sleep a little, massive very high-energy vibrations started up from the directions of both the Le Ming and Blondie houses–a kind of cross, which I have experienced before, several times–difficult to shield from, it went on for a while, a loud engine sounded from somewhere as if in the house although the furnace was off, I prayed and slept.
On March 14 I published the Notice of Police, Medical, EMS, Court, Hospital and Health Insurance Crime: Notice of False Section 12s, 10s, False Claims of Mental Health Crisis, Psychosis, Mania, Suicide, Harm by Quincy Police, EMS Brewster Ambulance, Quincy District Court, EMS Midwest Medical Transport, 3 Boston Area Hospitals, & United Healthcare: Notice of Crime, March 14, 2024. I also posted a brief Reporter’s Note 23, which I am adding to now.
The morning of March 15 a long grey semi with some red in the back blew into the street with much engine noise and rattling sounding like a huge construction truck and parked outside our house. I was hit several times at the heart in a more lethal way than I have previously experienced while still in bed, was forced to shield instantly and stay shielded all morning as it stayed. I made a video recording this added and supreme assault and shortly after it left. There were other entrants to the street later–one memorable one a white Range Rover at the Le Mings after photographing which I was hit very sharply at the heart at the sink and had to rush to re-shield, massive zooming all around the block and perhaps this one had just parked up the hill behind–I felt stalked from room to room with heart-hits, found a place to hunker down for a while, not moving–several hours passed before I felt some kind of cessation of that intense attention to my heart.
Late yesterday, March 15, on the Quincy city website for some contact details to report 5G killing of my cat to I found the news article introducing “geese control devices” to Quincy I commented on here: EcoWatch. These are surfacings of the very Non Lethal Weapons/Directed Energy Weapons I have been looking into for years now brought into our cities and streets without wide public disclosure, discourse, questioning–clearly self-approved without consultation.
Today March 16 has been another day of crazy noise-making as roofers moved in and hammered two doors up, zoomer stalking, heart hitting from who I do not know but who I speculate are CIA – the Company — and the town’s resident mafia who “protect” the power structure as it stands here in Quincy, even the crimes committed in their presence or by their friends.
I finally found and wrote to someone in Quincy today, a Commissioner of Public Health, to alert about the 5G breath-stealing and energy weaponry use here, killing us all [immediate crash on the radiator, 9:05 pm, and mega hits on shielded left arm], a letter I had a hard time sending as the Captcha robot spun me around in time-loops incessantly–meaning, the cyberhackers next door did. Noted below in screenshots, and to the Webmaster at the Quincy website, and clearly I need to get back to reporting on 5G Harms again too.
My letter below, and I will return to add in pics and videos here shortly.
PS: It is 9:18 pm, I’m shielding again from left-arm-hitters while LRAD hits the radiators, and satellites or drones send alerts to the roof; this is all not just Slightly Surreal it is Seriously Criminal, and I probably should keep a running journal every second.
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