Sex: Female
Age: 19
Previous Experiences: 4-AcO-DMT (a half dozen times or so), LSD, DMT, MXE, 2C-E, DOC, E, salvia, weed tobacco alcohol blah blah
My last trip was three weeks before this, with DOC. My last 4-AcO trip was a few months ago.
Introduction
Sometime in the early afternoon, on a fairly pleasant spring day on campus, I join up with my trip partners, E and C. My roommate B is also with us, although she is not partaking. We smoke a couple chillum packings in order to quell the nausea that usually comes with the come-up, and then return inside. I had already weighed out the powder (for fear of being high and messing it up), 30mg for each of us, and it is dissolved in green Gatorade. C and E both drink theirs quicker than mine, excited to begin. I’m excited as well, but there’s something about that first sip that is kind of disconcerting. Once you start, I suppose, you’re locked into the experience. But I finish mine, and we decide to venture outside to enjoy the day. It’s probably around 2:30PM at this point.
We head out to the nearby chapel on campus, because it has a beautiful plaza with benches and a fountain, and is surrounded by many gorgeous trees, of all different varieties. We smoke cigarettes and people-watch (being that it’s a Saturday afternoon, the campus is abuzz with activity). I watch an old man slowly and deliberately eat and read a newspaper on a nearby bench, and I am filled with feelings of love and empathy—I want to go over there and hug him, or at least talk to him and learn about his life (old people are so interesting!). But I don’t do anything, of course. I’m slightly off baseline, patiently waiting for the effects to kick in. I can tell C and especially E are starting to feel it; E is sitting there, still and silent, and C is getting giggly. We watch a dog across the plaza for a little bit, and then decided to go inside, as it’s a little windy and we’re ill equipped, but also to get comfortable for the come-up.
Come-Up
As we go back into my room, B leaves to go grocery shopping, and C has momentarily left us to get a jacket. At this point, it’s probably around 3PM, but from here on out it’s increasingly more difficult to remember specific times. E and I decided to lie on my bed, now that we’re definitely feeling it kick in. Thankfully, I do not experience any significant nausea, probably due to smoking beforehand (thank you magical marijuana spirit!). We don’t talk much during this time, and spend most of it lying face down on my bed, drinking in the comfortableness of it and riding the first waves of the 4-AcO. I forget what they were, but I was experiencing some CEVs at this point. However, as usual, I did not explore them as much as I’d like to. I feel like I have a hard time keeping my eyes shut—probably because the visuals around me are all too breathtaking. Or maybe I’m not really a CEV person. Who knows.
C returns and for one reason or another I’m sitting on a chair, so he takes my place in the bed. This is when things started to kick in real hard, so my memory is not the greatest from this point out. E is pretty much silent for the entire duration of us being in my room—he spends his time lying on my bed in fetal position, clutching a pillow, which just happened to be his preferred method of tripping at that moment, nothing bad. I try to hold a conversation with C, but it’s difficult. The speed of my thoughts were amazing and racing. I make a metaphor that I still find very relevant: my thoughts and I are running, side by side, but my thoughts always seem to have more stamina than I, and end up ahead of me, and then gone forever. Not to mention that my attention span is incredibly short. I can only focus on one thing for so long before another catches my attention and I fixate on that—my train of thought seemed to change almost every second.
I remember at one point feeling very much like a psychologist, analyzing the effects of the drug on these patients, E and C. However, there was a twisted aspect to that view, because I too was tripping hard at this point (I’d have to say a solid +++), so that made it feel corrupt. I would randomly talk out loud, not really expecting anyone to answer, although sometimes C did. Most of the time I let myself fall into a thought loop, thinking about the intricacies of life until I found myself laughing out loud, a deep, soulful laugh. Almost every time, I’d be laughing about the absurdity of life and how there was nothing we, simple human creatures, could do about it. I was a cathartic laugh that made me feel a lot like the laughing Buddha, carefree, enlightened to the nonsensicalness of our material world.
Also at some point around this time, I had a hard time looking at my trip partners, especially C (I could not see E’s face from where I was sitting because he was still in fetal position). This was for a number of reasons. The main one was that C did not look normal to me. Similar to my first trip on this substance, his head took on a fleshly, otherworldly experience. Or rather, I felt like the alien one. Like I was visiting this planet and seeing a human for the first time. His ears seemed so close to his head; it looked to me like he only had holes for ears. His head seemed misshapen, and his facial features asymmetrical. I was disturbed and unable to look his way a while because of that. Also, I found that I had a kind of HD vision, so I could see his pores and all the imperfections of his face. This, too, was too disconcerting to look at for long periods of time.
I also noticed Aztec or tribal-esque patterns all over everything, the kind similar to that you would find on the popular ‘Tribal and Native American themed’ clothing around today. They would come out of nowhere, showing themselves on plain clothing that in reality had no patterns on it. We also decided to not listen to music, for fear of it being too intense, so at many points, my room was silent, except for the buzzing of the fluorescent ceiling light. Because this was the only auditory input my brain was getting, it decided to constantly distort it—I felt like my brain was playing with it as one would a piece of play dough.
While I was sitting in the chair, I was only a foot or so away from a digital clock. I would constantly look at it, trying to keep track of time, but failing miserably. Every time I looked at it I would forget, so the next time I looked at it I had no clue how much time had passed. But worse than that, when I did read it and remember, I couldn’t grasp the relevance of time as a concept. I saw time and accepted it as a couple of numbers strung together, nothing more. Reading the time and knowing it meant nothing to me. This made me think of time as a concept, and how we as humans have created it. I thought about how time stretches on and on into infinity, although we have given it constructions such as minutes, hours, days. But without all of those, what is time? Nothing. Limitless. I pondered a while about how we would live without time, but it ended, unsurprisingly, quickly, and in a fit of giggles.
Plateau
Finally we decided it was time to go outside. I’m honestly not sure how much time passed—it could have been an hour, hours, or less, that we sat in my room, losing our minds. In that time I also thought about why I take psychedelics, although it was a thought that stayed with me for the entirety of the trip. It was beginning to upset me that we were being so selfish as to lay inside, doing nothing except feeling out bodies. I felt like it was a hedonistic pleasure, to feel the waves of euphoria wash over you while you simply lie in bed. But nevertheless, we went outside to the front steps of my dorm building. It was a fantastic change of scenery. We had in view of us lots of trees, pathways, a grassy area, and of course people. It was easy to forget that it was a busy Saturday at my school; that people were going about, doing things and being productive. We laughed at the idea of doing something useful for society.
I watched people pass by, and they had double images of them flickering around, as well as trails behind them. E seconded the tracer effect. I especially enjoyed the quiet moments though, when all seemed to be still around us. We chatted about the effects we were feeling and drank in the sun. I put my sunglasses on earlier in the day, and very much enjoyed wearing them. Visuals were still clear and visible through them, and even with them on, colors seemed incredibly vibrant and vivid. After sitting there for a while (again, not sure how long), it was time to get our smoke on. We stopped in my room briefly, and then went to E’s room in a nearby dorm building so he could roll us a spliff. When we arrived, his roommate, and our friend (let’s call him F), was still sleeping. However, he woke up and decided to join us. Unfortunately, E could not find his papers, so we decided to smoke his really awesome Tiki chillum. I felt like it took forever to come to that final decision, amidst lots of uncertainties-- which the three of us were not helping by being incredibly ambivalent about everything.
We went outside and smoked, and already I could tell something was not right with F. He kept talking about ‘getting fucked up for the wrong reasons’ and lots of other apparent cries for help. I knew that he hasn’t been in the best of places, so I tried hard to be attentive to his needs. He really appealed to the psychologist in me. But I wasn’t well equipped to handle his problems at the time, especially when it was hard to even form simple sentences. But I recognized that he was having a serious problem, that much was intuitive to me. I felt a lot of empathy for him, but once again, didn’t do much to help. He showed me a game, and honestly appeared to me like he was talking like a child would to a parent. He kept trying to get reinforcement from me, trying to get me to say how good he was at the game (Lego Harry Potter on his iPhone). I went along with it, although at the same time I was deep within my own thoughts.
After smoking, C left us to go lie down alone before he had to go watch a show at 8PM. I’d say it was probably somewhere in the realm of 4 or 5PM at this point then. E, F and I decided to go for a walk. We walked on an overgrown path in a back part of the campus, and I loved it. Seeing nature growing freely around me, with the trees and plant life like tentacles reaching up towards the sky. Many times during this trip I wanted to become a plant myself, or at least jump into the brush and be cuddled by the loving arms of nature. I resisted these urges though, as inhibitions are not really lost when tripping.
So we walked around campus briefly, without aim. This was a problem because our campus is fairly small, so we had to have some destination in mind, but E and I being so ambivalent, had no idea (or care) as to where to go. At one point we saw a mutual friend and stopped to talk to him. Literally the first thing that came out of his mouth was to ask if we were tripping—and the crazy thing is that I’ve only tripped with him once before, and it was his first time. I don’t know if my face is that easy to read or something else, but it surprised me that he knew immediately. Shortly after leaving him, we were barraged by a few sorority girls advertising an event going on the next day. Although I didn’t want to interact with them, I did get free candy out of it (Jolly Ranchers to be precise), which was enjoyable, especially for my active jaw.
On returning to E’s room, he suddenly turned and went down the side steps of his building. I was concerned and we went over to check him out. Turns out he had vomited and was fine—I was worried that he was vomiting and having a bad trip, as he looked upset. So we sat there for a while on the side steps, looking at the grassy, overgrown path. It seemed to stretch on and on, and there was something new to look at every time. Beautiful. When E felt better, we went inside and chilled in his room, which was nice and quiet. However, when going into the hallway, my ears were filled with lots of sounds. It was here that I had the most auditory hallucinations—sounds would distort and echo multiple times. Voices especially were interesting. It turns out that C didn’t go to bed, and was taking a trip down into town with some other people. I really wanted to go, but at the same time didn’t want all of that interaction with sober people, and also I didn’t want that treacherous, painful walk back uphill. So I decided not to go, but F left to go with them, leaving only E and me in the room. He went into his bed, and we had some awkward, staggered conversation. I realized that we had simply run out of things to say, and left to return to my room and join B for a smoke session.
I found talking to B was also difficult. I started to realize there are so many subtleties involved in human interaction—even the smallest, shortest facial expressions can tell you much about what that person is feeling and thinking. I think my face was much more readable while I was tripping, and I had a hard time sticking to social constructs. For instance, I had trouble figuring out why it was that we had conversation. It seemed difficult and pointless. What do you do when you come to the end of a conversation with a person? Sit there and do nothing? It was like my mind went blank, and I couldn’t retrieve any information to continue the conversation on a new topic.
After smoking, we saw C, who was with F and our other friend A (although not the A from previous reports), and we joined them to roll some joints. I was a little unnerved though, because it was a huge group of people, many of which I didn’t know. While A rolled the joints in his room, I took the time to try and people watch this massive group, especially the girls I didn’t know. They seemed to act so outlandish, their movements exaggerated. It made me think about how I differ from them and the other ‘normal’ archetype of girls, at least here at my school. I realized that I’ve been different from the start—I felt I was not equipped with the same set of social skills they have. I also noticed their fakeness, the way they perked up immediately and tuned into my conversation when I said ‘they’. As if I cared enough to talk about them. But it’s so true that we put out probes when in a room, although perhaps unconsciously, towards others. Because we’re always afraid someone else is talking about us, criticizing us. Especially strangers. I felt for them, that they felt this way, but said nothing. I even struggled to hold conversation with a friend who was there, even though our talks normally flow smoothly. I stumbled over my words, stuttered, basically sounded like I should contact a speech therapist. But when C came over to talk about our day, it was a little easier. I suspect this is because he was on the same level as me; we were in tune. He definitely made me feel more comfortable in a room full of sober strangers.
Comedown
Although this was not the end of my night, the effects pretty much tapered off around here (at about the 8 or 9PM mark), especially the visuals. However, I was still in a strange headspace for the rest of the night. Not quite in the psychedelic headspace—my thoughts no longer raced and ran ahead of me, but somewhere in between. Not quite baseline, for sure. I attributed this to the continuous smoking I did all day, keeping me in a stoned state. But overall, the day was a wonderful experience. I came to a lot of profound insights, and actually was able to remember some by the next day, which is always good. Especially when taking higher doses, because it starts to get amnesic, and I’m always forlorn when I can’t remember a lot of my trip. Unfortunately, I definitely had more specific visuals and thoughts that I can’t remember now. I remember saying while tripping that I wish I had a device to record my thoughts and play them for me at a later time. I still wish that device existed.
Thanks for reading guys! (8
Age: 19
Previous Experiences: 4-AcO-DMT (a half dozen times or so), LSD, DMT, MXE, 2C-E, DOC, E, salvia, weed tobacco alcohol blah blah
My last trip was three weeks before this, with DOC. My last 4-AcO trip was a few months ago.
Introduction
Sometime in the early afternoon, on a fairly pleasant spring day on campus, I join up with my trip partners, E and C. My roommate B is also with us, although she is not partaking. We smoke a couple chillum packings in order to quell the nausea that usually comes with the come-up, and then return inside. I had already weighed out the powder (for fear of being high and messing it up), 30mg for each of us, and it is dissolved in green Gatorade. C and E both drink theirs quicker than mine, excited to begin. I’m excited as well, but there’s something about that first sip that is kind of disconcerting. Once you start, I suppose, you’re locked into the experience. But I finish mine, and we decide to venture outside to enjoy the day. It’s probably around 2:30PM at this point.
We head out to the nearby chapel on campus, because it has a beautiful plaza with benches and a fountain, and is surrounded by many gorgeous trees, of all different varieties. We smoke cigarettes and people-watch (being that it’s a Saturday afternoon, the campus is abuzz with activity). I watch an old man slowly and deliberately eat and read a newspaper on a nearby bench, and I am filled with feelings of love and empathy—I want to go over there and hug him, or at least talk to him and learn about his life (old people are so interesting!). But I don’t do anything, of course. I’m slightly off baseline, patiently waiting for the effects to kick in. I can tell C and especially E are starting to feel it; E is sitting there, still and silent, and C is getting giggly. We watch a dog across the plaza for a little bit, and then decided to go inside, as it’s a little windy and we’re ill equipped, but also to get comfortable for the come-up.
Come-Up
As we go back into my room, B leaves to go grocery shopping, and C has momentarily left us to get a jacket. At this point, it’s probably around 3PM, but from here on out it’s increasingly more difficult to remember specific times. E and I decided to lie on my bed, now that we’re definitely feeling it kick in. Thankfully, I do not experience any significant nausea, probably due to smoking beforehand (thank you magical marijuana spirit!). We don’t talk much during this time, and spend most of it lying face down on my bed, drinking in the comfortableness of it and riding the first waves of the 4-AcO. I forget what they were, but I was experiencing some CEVs at this point. However, as usual, I did not explore them as much as I’d like to. I feel like I have a hard time keeping my eyes shut—probably because the visuals around me are all too breathtaking. Or maybe I’m not really a CEV person. Who knows.
C returns and for one reason or another I’m sitting on a chair, so he takes my place in the bed. This is when things started to kick in real hard, so my memory is not the greatest from this point out. E is pretty much silent for the entire duration of us being in my room—he spends his time lying on my bed in fetal position, clutching a pillow, which just happened to be his preferred method of tripping at that moment, nothing bad. I try to hold a conversation with C, but it’s difficult. The speed of my thoughts were amazing and racing. I make a metaphor that I still find very relevant: my thoughts and I are running, side by side, but my thoughts always seem to have more stamina than I, and end up ahead of me, and then gone forever. Not to mention that my attention span is incredibly short. I can only focus on one thing for so long before another catches my attention and I fixate on that—my train of thought seemed to change almost every second.
I remember at one point feeling very much like a psychologist, analyzing the effects of the drug on these patients, E and C. However, there was a twisted aspect to that view, because I too was tripping hard at this point (I’d have to say a solid +++), so that made it feel corrupt. I would randomly talk out loud, not really expecting anyone to answer, although sometimes C did. Most of the time I let myself fall into a thought loop, thinking about the intricacies of life until I found myself laughing out loud, a deep, soulful laugh. Almost every time, I’d be laughing about the absurdity of life and how there was nothing we, simple human creatures, could do about it. I was a cathartic laugh that made me feel a lot like the laughing Buddha, carefree, enlightened to the nonsensicalness of our material world.
Also at some point around this time, I had a hard time looking at my trip partners, especially C (I could not see E’s face from where I was sitting because he was still in fetal position). This was for a number of reasons. The main one was that C did not look normal to me. Similar to my first trip on this substance, his head took on a fleshly, otherworldly experience. Or rather, I felt like the alien one. Like I was visiting this planet and seeing a human for the first time. His ears seemed so close to his head; it looked to me like he only had holes for ears. His head seemed misshapen, and his facial features asymmetrical. I was disturbed and unable to look his way a while because of that. Also, I found that I had a kind of HD vision, so I could see his pores and all the imperfections of his face. This, too, was too disconcerting to look at for long periods of time.
I also noticed Aztec or tribal-esque patterns all over everything, the kind similar to that you would find on the popular ‘Tribal and Native American themed’ clothing around today. They would come out of nowhere, showing themselves on plain clothing that in reality had no patterns on it. We also decided to not listen to music, for fear of it being too intense, so at many points, my room was silent, except for the buzzing of the fluorescent ceiling light. Because this was the only auditory input my brain was getting, it decided to constantly distort it—I felt like my brain was playing with it as one would a piece of play dough.
While I was sitting in the chair, I was only a foot or so away from a digital clock. I would constantly look at it, trying to keep track of time, but failing miserably. Every time I looked at it I would forget, so the next time I looked at it I had no clue how much time had passed. But worse than that, when I did read it and remember, I couldn’t grasp the relevance of time as a concept. I saw time and accepted it as a couple of numbers strung together, nothing more. Reading the time and knowing it meant nothing to me. This made me think of time as a concept, and how we as humans have created it. I thought about how time stretches on and on into infinity, although we have given it constructions such as minutes, hours, days. But without all of those, what is time? Nothing. Limitless. I pondered a while about how we would live without time, but it ended, unsurprisingly, quickly, and in a fit of giggles.
Plateau
Finally we decided it was time to go outside. I’m honestly not sure how much time passed—it could have been an hour, hours, or less, that we sat in my room, losing our minds. In that time I also thought about why I take psychedelics, although it was a thought that stayed with me for the entirety of the trip. It was beginning to upset me that we were being so selfish as to lay inside, doing nothing except feeling out bodies. I felt like it was a hedonistic pleasure, to feel the waves of euphoria wash over you while you simply lie in bed. But nevertheless, we went outside to the front steps of my dorm building. It was a fantastic change of scenery. We had in view of us lots of trees, pathways, a grassy area, and of course people. It was easy to forget that it was a busy Saturday at my school; that people were going about, doing things and being productive. We laughed at the idea of doing something useful for society.
I watched people pass by, and they had double images of them flickering around, as well as trails behind them. E seconded the tracer effect. I especially enjoyed the quiet moments though, when all seemed to be still around us. We chatted about the effects we were feeling and drank in the sun. I put my sunglasses on earlier in the day, and very much enjoyed wearing them. Visuals were still clear and visible through them, and even with them on, colors seemed incredibly vibrant and vivid. After sitting there for a while (again, not sure how long), it was time to get our smoke on. We stopped in my room briefly, and then went to E’s room in a nearby dorm building so he could roll us a spliff. When we arrived, his roommate, and our friend (let’s call him F), was still sleeping. However, he woke up and decided to join us. Unfortunately, E could not find his papers, so we decided to smoke his really awesome Tiki chillum. I felt like it took forever to come to that final decision, amidst lots of uncertainties-- which the three of us were not helping by being incredibly ambivalent about everything.
We went outside and smoked, and already I could tell something was not right with F. He kept talking about ‘getting fucked up for the wrong reasons’ and lots of other apparent cries for help. I knew that he hasn’t been in the best of places, so I tried hard to be attentive to his needs. He really appealed to the psychologist in me. But I wasn’t well equipped to handle his problems at the time, especially when it was hard to even form simple sentences. But I recognized that he was having a serious problem, that much was intuitive to me. I felt a lot of empathy for him, but once again, didn’t do much to help. He showed me a game, and honestly appeared to me like he was talking like a child would to a parent. He kept trying to get reinforcement from me, trying to get me to say how good he was at the game (Lego Harry Potter on his iPhone). I went along with it, although at the same time I was deep within my own thoughts.
After smoking, C left us to go lie down alone before he had to go watch a show at 8PM. I’d say it was probably somewhere in the realm of 4 or 5PM at this point then. E, F and I decided to go for a walk. We walked on an overgrown path in a back part of the campus, and I loved it. Seeing nature growing freely around me, with the trees and plant life like tentacles reaching up towards the sky. Many times during this trip I wanted to become a plant myself, or at least jump into the brush and be cuddled by the loving arms of nature. I resisted these urges though, as inhibitions are not really lost when tripping.
So we walked around campus briefly, without aim. This was a problem because our campus is fairly small, so we had to have some destination in mind, but E and I being so ambivalent, had no idea (or care) as to where to go. At one point we saw a mutual friend and stopped to talk to him. Literally the first thing that came out of his mouth was to ask if we were tripping—and the crazy thing is that I’ve only tripped with him once before, and it was his first time. I don’t know if my face is that easy to read or something else, but it surprised me that he knew immediately. Shortly after leaving him, we were barraged by a few sorority girls advertising an event going on the next day. Although I didn’t want to interact with them, I did get free candy out of it (Jolly Ranchers to be precise), which was enjoyable, especially for my active jaw.
On returning to E’s room, he suddenly turned and went down the side steps of his building. I was concerned and we went over to check him out. Turns out he had vomited and was fine—I was worried that he was vomiting and having a bad trip, as he looked upset. So we sat there for a while on the side steps, looking at the grassy, overgrown path. It seemed to stretch on and on, and there was something new to look at every time. Beautiful. When E felt better, we went inside and chilled in his room, which was nice and quiet. However, when going into the hallway, my ears were filled with lots of sounds. It was here that I had the most auditory hallucinations—sounds would distort and echo multiple times. Voices especially were interesting. It turns out that C didn’t go to bed, and was taking a trip down into town with some other people. I really wanted to go, but at the same time didn’t want all of that interaction with sober people, and also I didn’t want that treacherous, painful walk back uphill. So I decided not to go, but F left to go with them, leaving only E and me in the room. He went into his bed, and we had some awkward, staggered conversation. I realized that we had simply run out of things to say, and left to return to my room and join B for a smoke session.
I found talking to B was also difficult. I started to realize there are so many subtleties involved in human interaction—even the smallest, shortest facial expressions can tell you much about what that person is feeling and thinking. I think my face was much more readable while I was tripping, and I had a hard time sticking to social constructs. For instance, I had trouble figuring out why it was that we had conversation. It seemed difficult and pointless. What do you do when you come to the end of a conversation with a person? Sit there and do nothing? It was like my mind went blank, and I couldn’t retrieve any information to continue the conversation on a new topic.
After smoking, we saw C, who was with F and our other friend A (although not the A from previous reports), and we joined them to roll some joints. I was a little unnerved though, because it was a huge group of people, many of which I didn’t know. While A rolled the joints in his room, I took the time to try and people watch this massive group, especially the girls I didn’t know. They seemed to act so outlandish, their movements exaggerated. It made me think about how I differ from them and the other ‘normal’ archetype of girls, at least here at my school. I realized that I’ve been different from the start—I felt I was not equipped with the same set of social skills they have. I also noticed their fakeness, the way they perked up immediately and tuned into my conversation when I said ‘they’. As if I cared enough to talk about them. But it’s so true that we put out probes when in a room, although perhaps unconsciously, towards others. Because we’re always afraid someone else is talking about us, criticizing us. Especially strangers. I felt for them, that they felt this way, but said nothing. I even struggled to hold conversation with a friend who was there, even though our talks normally flow smoothly. I stumbled over my words, stuttered, basically sounded like I should contact a speech therapist. But when C came over to talk about our day, it was a little easier. I suspect this is because he was on the same level as me; we were in tune. He definitely made me feel more comfortable in a room full of sober strangers.
Comedown
Although this was not the end of my night, the effects pretty much tapered off around here (at about the 8 or 9PM mark), especially the visuals. However, I was still in a strange headspace for the rest of the night. Not quite in the psychedelic headspace—my thoughts no longer raced and ran ahead of me, but somewhere in between. Not quite baseline, for sure. I attributed this to the continuous smoking I did all day, keeping me in a stoned state. But overall, the day was a wonderful experience. I came to a lot of profound insights, and actually was able to remember some by the next day, which is always good. Especially when taking higher doses, because it starts to get amnesic, and I’m always forlorn when I can’t remember a lot of my trip. Unfortunately, I definitely had more specific visuals and thoughts that I can’t remember now. I remember saying while tripping that I wish I had a device to record my thoughts and play them for me at a later time. I still wish that device existed.
Thanks for reading guys! (8
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