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The Friends Thanks to these great musicians, writers and friends who contributed to this record. Richard Altieri Mark Bluhm Dave Borucki Jim Butterfield Billy Capuano John Castrigano Dan Cook Terry Hartman Laura Hasek Tom Leatherman Dave Lowery Bill Rouse |
With Friends Like These
by Paul Nickels
"An immediate power pop gem"
“With Friends
Like These”
is the product of two things: An enduring interest in arranging
and recording great original songs, and an immediate need to
absorb time in the suspended animation that was The Year of
Covid. Both needs were satisfied and result in the record you
are holding.
THE FULL STORY:
Deeply excited by seeing The Beatles perform on the Ed Sullivan
show in February 1964 (I was nine), I gravitated straight to
Ringo and was in drum lessons a few months later. High school
brought opportunities for typical “jam” sessions and rudimentary
renderings of the hits of the day with friends. After college,
things heated up... My first opportunity to join a (semi)
serious band arrived in 1979, when the drummer’s chair opened in
a now legendary Cleveland psychedelic pop band called The
Backdoor Men. While the band covered some obscure
non-originals from the likes of the Velvet Underground and older
acts such as Del Shannon, its forte was that it included two
extraordinarily productive and talented songwriters in Terry
Hartman and Dan Cook. These two childhood best friends from
Fairview Park, Ohio had very different writing styles, but both
were animated by a rich knowledge of pop, country blues, and
folk music. Both were also influenced heavily by the twin
pillars of Bob Dylan and the British Invasion. Doesn’t get much
better than that for songwriters-in-training… During the band’s decade-long run, mostly
under the BDM moniker but occasionally disguised by other names
to fool suspicious club owners, Hartman and Cook wrote more than
100 originals. The two couldn’t STOP writing – in fact, they
became a go-to source for other Cleveland punk and new wave
bands who simply didn’t share the writing gene. Thus developed
my keen interest in playing music that hadn’t been heard before.
Every rehearsal was like Christmas day… What would they bring
next? All good things must pass, and The Backdoor
Men did not see the end of the 1980s. But the lads reunited in
the early years of the 21st
century to record the delightfully titled punk masterpiece
“Mohawk Combover” as a final act (and another bounty of songs).
Today Cook lives in Portland, Oregon and continues to write and
play, while Hartman, after a terrific internationally successful
run with The Deadbeat Poets, is in retirement in Akron, Ohio. My
own path had led to a strong interest in the recording process –
which began to burn brightly after the experience of recording
“Mohawk Combover.” Thus, the founding of Handsome Studios. After a break to raise a family, my own
musical career continued with bands like Inner Ring Conspiracy,
The Clifton Beat, and The Old Brown Shoe Revue, giving me the
opportunity to work with other writers, as did production duties
in the studio for a number of other very talented original
artists. In addition to Hartman and Cook, who both came through
in stellar fashion, the disc includes tunes I co-wrote with my
long-time rhythm section cohort and friend Mark Bluhm, as well
as contributions from Richard Altieri, David Borucki (A.K.A.
Dave Blaze), Jim Butterfield, John Castrigano, and Bill Rouse. I
am grateful to all of them for contributing their magic – and
make no mistake, I consider songwriting to be a magical
endeavor. Special thanks go to Jim Butterfield and Mark
Bluhm, who were particularly helpful and provided constant
support and honest feedback, and to Billy Capuano, who, for no
other reason than his love of music, made very important musical
contributions to this project. I am also extremely thankful to
all of the musicians who contributed their chops, both in the
studio and, due to the Covid circumstances, remotely, and to my
dear wife Colleen for enduring the noise (and the louts who make
it) that accompanies the dream. And finally, love and thanks to
Terry Hartman and Dan Cook, who gave me the shot at the
drummer’s chair more than 40 years ago… I’m glad I passed the
audition. The album is dedicated to the memory of Karl
“Casey” Meers, the original and classic drummer for The Backdoor
Men. Still using that ride cymbal, Casey. Rest in peace. Paul Nickels, June 2021 The Songs Time To Play (P. Nickels, M. Bluhm) Literary Tradition (T. Hartman Gnadenhutten (T. Hartman) Falling and Rolling (J. Castrigano) I Don’t Mind (B. Rouse) Girls Girls Girls (T. Hartman) Don’t Hang Up (T. Hartman) I Wanna Be A Cowboy (J. Butterfield Inner Peace (D. Cook) Our Dog Days (P. Nickels, M. Bluhm) Are You There (D. Cook) Jen Jenny (D. Cook Schoolgirl Tomboy (B. Rouse) Shit Outta Luck (D. Cook) New Crazy Now (B. Rouse) Change on Me and You (P. Nickels, M. Bluhm) Well of Rage (P. Nickels, D. Cook) Cry If You Want To (D. Borucki) The Credits Produced, recorded, mixed and mastered by Paul
Nickels for Handsome Productions. Recorded at Handsome Studios in Bay
Village, Ohio. Additional recording by Trina Emig at Boopie Recording,
Cincinnati, Ohio and by Billy Capuano in the spare bedroom of his home
in Twinsburg, Ohio. All contents ©2021 by Handsome Productions. Published
by Mab Zab Music/BMI with the exception of those written by Terry
Hartman, published by Talking Dog/BMI. All Rights Reserved. Lyrics at the bottom of this page. Address
correspondence to paul @ handsomeproductions.com. The Players Paul Nickels:Drums and percussion, electric and acoustic 6- and 12-string guitars, occasional bass guitar, lead and harmony vocals Richard Altieri Electric and acoustic guitars, lead vocals Mark Bluhm: Bass guitar, lead and harmony vocals David Borucki: Electric and acoustic guitars, lead vocal Jim Butterfield: Acoustic and electric guitars, harmony vocals Billy Capuano: Acoustic and electric guitars John Castrigano: Acoustic guitar, lead vocals Paul Castrigano: Electric and acoustic guitars, synthesizer Dan Cook: Electric guitar, piano, lead vocals Terry Hartman: Acoustic guitar, lead vocals Laura Hasek: Violin and harmony vocals Geoffrey Kelleher: Acoustic guitar Tom Leatherman: Piano and organ David Lowery: Lead Vocals Bill Rouse: Electric guitars, lead and harmony vocals The Lyrics
Time to Play (P. Nickels, M. Bluhm) Hey Come on over today Kick your shoes off, stay We got time to play Now
the amps are warm and ready To unleash that joyful noise The back beat’s strong and steady It’s time for playin’ with our toys Bring forth that wondrous sound Awash in chime and jangle The rhythm’s puttin’ it down now Jumpin’ out from every angle All our friends are here to party We have the whole place to
ourselves
Got some brand new tunes to
work on
And some oldies off the shelf Day is here, time is right
Jam our tunes, scale the
heights
Beer is cold, we’re feeling
bold
Gonna rock this house tonight Hey Come on over today Kick your shoes off, stay We got time to play A sound, a riff so sublime Guitar strings, ringing drones Every note in its own time Searching for the perfect tones Hey Come on over today Kick your shoes off, stay We got time to play While we may not find the lost chord Won’t be no record sales to shatter Having time to play is its own reward Nothing else really matters Drivin’ home a simple hook Thrill just won’t go away Band begins to really cook Finally found time to play Hey Come on over today Kick your shoes off, stay We got time to play!
Literary Tradition (Terry Hartman) Livin’
and dyin’ in the literary tradition Change the human condition to a state of grace Writing like Thomas Wolfe, in a room with a candle Like a Symbolist Vandal, A hero with a common face And it’s overdone And it’s outta date And it’s just my style And I’m not gonna break The literary tradition Save me a table at Les Deux Magots I’m feelin’ existential Makin’ sure my essential Doesn’t get outta line Take me to the foggy foggy streets of London Or a Mexican bullfight I’m looking for insight Into life and times And it’s overdone And it’s outta date And it’s just my style And I’m not gonna break The literary tradition When my mother wakes me up for toast and tea, you
know I swear II walk the dog, wash the car, and lapse into a deep
despair I call my girl, but she just don’t care I’ll trade it all for a dream of Baudelaire Livin’ and dyin’ in the literary tradition Change the human condition to a state of grace And it’s overdone And it’s outta date And it’s just my style And I’m not gonna break The literary tradition
Everything Will Be OK (R. Altieri) Well
I dropped you off that day And I should have made you stay I was lost inside my head Cuz I guess I learned that day That you can love and lose Everything you wanted anyway And they say that time heals wounds But I’ve been waiting and this just won’t fade away Well swiftly after that I fell quickly into black Where moments last for days and days don’t seem to
last And every morning I wake up and I think about where
you slept And every night I lie awake and I think about where
you’ve gone to bed Cause when everything you knew well it’s pulled away
you lose And when what you thought was fact, well it’s stolen
back you lose Well now hat time has passed I see more clearly
looking back And what I thought would go so long I now know
couldn’t last Everything will be ok, don’t look back at what you
loved with hate Just wish them beter days and feel lucky that you
felt love anyway Cause how selfish would I be if I didn’t think of you
just what it did to me And ending things is tough but it takes two to love
so set them free
Gnadenhutten (T. Hartman) Well
I’m just a poor boy from Sugar Creek I always look before I leap But late one night by the old canal I met up with an Amish gal She showed me some of her country craft Down by the locks on the old tow path Well before long I was feeling ill I ran from Strasburg to Ulrichsville I finally found a quack in a joint downtown He said son you’re heart’s beatin’ like a rubber ball Bouncing up against an outhouse wall Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey Gnadenhutten, Gnadenhutten Well my face is cold and my feet are hot Gnadenhutten is what got Gnadenhutten Gnadenhutten Well my face is covered in purple spots There’s a rash that’s spreadin’ out from my crotch My stomach’s tied up in double knots Gnadenhutten’s what I got Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey Well my head was hurtin’
cause
my beard’s too tight Stayed up talkin’ to my mule all night Put down my chores and took off my clothes Down where the mighty Tuscy rolls Took a New Philly doctor to diagnose He said son looks like you got a dose Gnadenhutten, Gnadenhutten Well my face is cold and my feet are hot Gnadenhutten is what I got Gnadenhutten Gnadenhutten Well my nerves are shot and my body’s sore Got sweat that’s pouring out of every pore My mind is filled with social rot Gnadenhutten is what I got Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
Falling and Rolling (J. Castrigano) I
was young and you were old We grew tired of the cold And in the night we speak in dreams In the night we talk in dreams And I don’t know where you go Oh after the show And I don’t know what to say I only know that I’m fallin’ and rollin’ If you’re with me you then you’re fallin’ and rollin’ The world can come crashing and we go rollin’ Don’t need to know where you come from darlin’ And we go swimming out at sea Find the ocean oh so deep But you tell me you’ll take me higher I wish you would take me higher And I don’t know where you go Oh after the show And I don’t know what to say I only know that I’m fallin’ and rollin’ If you’re with me you then you’re fallin’ and rollin’ The world can come crashing and we go runnin’ Don’t need to know where you come from darlin’ In the morning We go running In the morning love..,. I still don’t know what to say I only know that I’m fallin’ and rollin’ If you’re with me you then you’re fallin’ and rollin’ The world can come crashing and we go runnin’ Don’t need to know where you come from darlin’
I Don’t Mind (B. Rouse) I don’t mind, whenever we just hang out I don’t mind talking and sharing the things that we
laugh about I don’t mind her crying about her day Life gets better when we’re together, to me there’s
no better way She don’t mind, when life is a bumpy ride Lean on each other to weather the bother, come out
the other side I don’t mind, the times she looks away Patience and waiting, never abating, she’s got a
special way I don’t mind thinking ‘bout it, she’s thinking ‘bout
it for me I don’t mind dreaming on it, believing what’s meant
to be She don’t mind, leaving me to myself Take some perspective, thoughts are collected, aiding
some mental health I don’t mind, how she makes time for me Not sure I deserve all that she serves, never
begrudgingly I don’t mind thinking ‘bout it, she’s thinking ‘bout
it for me I don’t mind dreaming on it, believing what’s meant
to be I don’t mind, the heartache we live without A bit of contrition to fix the condition, rendered
without a shout I don’t mind, how she’s always on my mind Forever together, nothing is better, a love of a
certain kind I don’t mind thinking ‘bout it, she’s thinking ‘bout
it for me I don’t mind dreaming on it, believing what’s meant
to be I don’t mind No I don’t mind I don’t mind
Girls Girls Girls (T. Hartman) My
friends all laugh They say my mind is fadin’ fast But it ain’t what I drink That makes my mind too numb to think Nah nah nah nah (nah nah nah nah) Nah nah nah hah (hah hah hah nah) Well I live (he lives) and I breathe (he breathes) In the air (the air) between (between) A pair (a pair) of thighs (of thighs) Lord don’t you hear my anguished cries Girls, they’re always on my mind Girls, think about ‘em all the time Girls, they just won’t let me be Girls girls girls’ll be the death of me My life has changed In oh so many ways A kiss, a flirt From a long-haired girl in a miniskirt Nah nah nah nah (nah nah nah nah) Nah nah nah hah (hah hah hah nah) Well I live (he lives) and I breathe (he breathes) In the air (the air) between (between) A pair (a pair) of thighs (of thighs) Lord don’t you hear my anguished cries I make a date When her husband’s working late But the joke’s on me And it’s out the window in my BVD’s Nah nah nah nah (nah nah nah nah) Nah nah nah hah (hah hah hah nah)Well I live (he
lives) and I breathe (he breathes) In the air (the air) between (between) A pair (a pair) of thighs (of thighs) Lord don’t you hear my anguished cries
Don’t Hang Up (T. Hartman) I
left my home down on the rural route Gonna leave my pappy’s farm I’m going west to work it out I’m gonna take along my big guitar Tell old Bessie to hold her milk Don’t go kickin’ down daddy’s stall When I call you from the promised land, understand And baby don’t hang up don’t hang up don’t hang up Don’t hand up, don’t hang up, don’t hang up Tell all my buddies at the FFA Don’t look for me at the county fair I’m gonna chase those hens away I’m lettin’ loose that old grey mare Tell all my buddies at the Grange I know they’re laughing at my big guitar They all think that I am strange Please give me some change And baby don’t hang up don’t hang up don’t hang up Don’t hand up, don’t hang up, don’t hang up
I Wanna Be A Cowboy (J. Butterfield) I
wanna be a cowboy out on the prairie I wanna be a cowboy back home on the range, okay Wanna be a real big man, punch some dogies I know I
can I wanna be a cowboy before I die I’m gonna be a cowboy if I’m able I wanna be a cowboy if I only can oh my I’ll buy some spurs and a nice pair of boots A ten gallon hat and a cowboy suit Because I’m gonna be a cowboy if I’m able I know that I can make it, I’m sure I can Just like in all the movies All ya gotta do is ride a horse and act like a man I wanna be a man just like Roy Rogers I wanna have a horse that I can call my own I’ll get a gun and I’ll learn to shoot Wear a sheriff’s badge on my cowboy suit Cuz I’m gonna be a cowboy if it kills me I’m gonna be a cowboy if I’m able I’m gonna be a cowboy if I only can oh yeah And if I can’t make it out west I’ll move to
Australia cuz I heard it’s the best I wanna be a cowboy if I’m able I wanna be a cowboy before I die I wanna be a cowboy oh me oh my Round ‘em up
Inner Peace (D. Cook) Well
I was sittin’ in the lotus position I didn’t think it was no imposition Just then a big cop come along dragged me to my feet He said you’re sittin’ in the middle of the street What’s this shit about inner peace You tell me my abundance is gonna increase And you said one day I shall be released Can you please tell me when? Well I was meditatin’ tryin’ to save my soul But I just kept thinkin’ ‘bout that old jelly roll I know someday I’m gonna transcend it all But will I ever get the call What’s this shit about inner peace You say one day I shall be released And you tell me my abundance is gonna increase Can you please tell me when? Yeah I was astral projecting outside of my body I felt nice and warm just like a rum hot toddy Just then that crazy landlord come knockin’ on my
bell You know I run like hell What’s this shit about inner peace?
Our Dog Days (P Nickels, M. Bluhm) I
remember when our dog days were on Played around and then, always having fun Run the night again laughing with the sun I remember when we had just begun Run forever free under the stars above Run forever free safe within our love Rarely given fine, a love of the keepin’ kind I remember when love did here abide As the day begins switching into glide Turned around and then taking one last ride I remember when you were by my side I remember when you were sleek and fine Honestly say it again after all this time Only be given a love of the keepin’ kind I remember when I could call you mine
Are You There (D. Cook) You can walk down the street in any big city’ You can stroll down a dusty country road You can walk down a track in a forest dark and silent But you can’t walk away from your soul You can look to the sky, straight up through the
clouds Beyond the moon and stars if you look hard enough But if there’s nothing behind those eyes that are
seeing Then you ain’t seein’ nothin’ at all Are you there are you there, are you in there
somewhere Are you anywhere, are you anywhere at all Are you in there, my brother, behind that stoic stare Just give me a sign, that’s all You can look in the eyes of a child so innocent Those eyes so trusting, looking back at you They’re looking to see if there’s someone there who
cares What’s the child seeing in you? You can still spread your wings, take flight, soar
above Your troubles, your sorrows, far above your woes So spread your wings like when we were children And we flew beyond the garden wall
Jen Jenny (D. Cook) Jen
Jen, Jennifer Jenny You’re the sweetest girl of any Any girl I think I’ve ever known Jen Jen Jennifer Jenny I’m a-savin’ every penny Buy you a diamond ring you can call your own When I see you walkin’ down the street My poor heart skips a beat Lace and leather mixed up together Trippin’ along just as light as a feather Susanne Sue Sue Suzy Yu make my head so woozy You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever known Katherine, Kitty Kate Katie You’re one super fine lady You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever known When I see you in the coffee shop My heart goes flip flop Chewin’ on a bagel, form like a table Couldn’t look finer in silk and sable now Barbara Barbara Barbara Ann Babsy Your just so fantabulous fabsy You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever known Pepper pepper
pepper peppermint Patty Well I just want to be your daddy You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever known When I see you on that move set Smokin’ that cigarette Bardot and Monroe better pack up and go Caue you’re about to steel their show Jen Jenny Jennifer Jenny You’re the sweetest girl of any Any girl I think I’ve ever known, yes you are Of any girl I think I’ve ever known
Pavlov’s Cat (T. Hartman) Pavlov's
cat is watching as the master rings the bell And Pavlov's dog is waiting there to eat At times it seems that he's the only one who's eating
well But the workers have a riot in the street. Pavlov's cat, Pavlov's cat Knows Vladimir Lenin's got a cure for that So
he riles up the proletariat And everybody is waiting to be fed The bells of revolution in their heads Along comes Uncle Joe and then, everything gets weird Comrade Leon heads to Mexico They're starving in the Ukraine, beating plowshares
into swords As the Red Army marches off to war Pavlov's cat, Pavlov's cat Sees revolutionaries become bureaucrats And party apparatchiks do the saber dance Everybody is waiting to be fed Bells of victory ringing In their heads Next, here comes Nikita and the Cold War it begins He pounds his shoe- the next thing that you know There's missiles down in Cuba and a wall around
Berlin And the whole world is going toe-to-toe One more tractor rolling off the Party line Sputnik signals everything is doing fine One more megaton and we'll no longer be behind... Pavlov's cat he watches as the dinner bell is rung And Pavlov's dog is waiting to be fed. Though he waits and salivates, this time no supper
comes And Pavlov's cat he finally understands... You can wait to be fed or Go out and ring a bell. Pavlov's cat
Schoolgirl Tomboy (B. Rouse) She
carves a form, renders me weak in the knees Sinewy strong, witness la femme Hercules Oddly erotic, or ultimate haute couture Say what you want, she’s in a shape to allure Baritone beauty with eyes that shine Ruthlessly squelches my air supply Six pack seductress, I can’t get you out of my mind… She’s my schoolgirl tomboy Beauty and grace in oh such a strong way, and oh boy She’s all that I want, but not what I’m ‘sposed to
need] She walks about, knowing just where she should be Her gaze is so high, no chance to recognize me Muster the nerve, I got to tell her how I feel Perish the thought, her backhand might cause me to
reel I should just walk up before she goes Wiggle my eyebrows and say hello But I’m a mere mortal, there’s no place for me in her
world For my schoolgirl tomboy Beauty and grace but she’ll mess you up boy, and oh
boy She’s all that I want, but not what I’m ‘sposed to
need She’s like no other that I’ve ever seen One way or another… She’ll make you plead Shock beyond awe, she says hello to me She takes my hand, she crushes it femininely I tell her my name, she shouts to me hey there boy Slap on my back, I cough and tear up with joy Could it be love, or just bro-mance Neither is OK if that’s her stance But I can’t stop thinking that she could be perfect
for me She’s my school girl tomboy Linebacker chic, mais je ne sais quoi boy, and oh boy She’s all that I want, but not what I’m ‘sposed to
need She’s my schoolgirl tomboy
Shit Outta Luck (D.Cook) I’m way behind on union dues Dogs are losing, ponies too Boss is yelling for my head Wife just wants to see me dead I’m shit out of luck again I’m shit out of luck again Pissing blood puking bile Teenage kids running wild Truck broke down beyond repair Got no luck no hide no hair I’m shit out of luck again I’m shit out of luck again I’m poppin’ pills, back is aching Gotta go out and bring home the bacon Late at night I lie awake How much more can one man take I’m shit out of luck again I’m shit out of luck again
New Crazy Now (B. Rouse) Afford me a pleasant talk, I’ll wear your eardrums
down It’s over fifteen years since she was buried six feet
down I miss her more than words, oh please, can’t you
stick around? Bus ride to the grocery store to see what’s going on Bags of peanuts now on sale, I’ll pick up two for one Maybe cruise the produce aisle to see who’s having
fun Wish I had someone to talk to, miss you and how Searching for an open ear, a lifeboat for sound You may think I’m crazy, there’s plenty going ‘round Just remember, loneliness is the new crazy now People come and people go, with people all around Deaf to others’ beating drums, we seldom hear their
call Locked inside their inner rings, inside our sheltered
walls Wish I had someone to talk to, miss you and how Searching for an open ear, a lifeboat for sound You may think I’m crazy, there’s plenty going ‘round Just remember, loneliness is the new crazy now Life’s been good, there is no doubt, family friends
and all But we do our own thing, islands we become The cycle keeps on going, the echo’s lonely sound Wish I had someone to talk to, miss you and how Searching for an open ear, a lifeboat for sound Well I can babble all night long, with no one else
around Just remember, loneliness is the new crazy now Just remember, loneliness is the new crazy now
Change On Me And You (P. Nickels, M. Bluhm) How does it feel as the sun sets in the evening End of the day, you’re feeling kinda blue Some how you know fate will overtake you Can it be true your marker’s almost due So many ways the change is upon you Lying in bed, waiting for sleep to come Tensions of the day, imprinted, hard wired Jumble of emotions leaves you feeling numb Change on me, change on you In the way we think in the way we move In an eye’s blink, all the way through Change on me and you Even with roots, the wild moon still calls you What was long ago, seems like yesterday How do you feel when she slips her arms around you For every choice we make there’s a price to pay Playing your hand, smiling and lying A turn of the cards you can never win You just gotta laugh or you end up crying Time rules the world that’s the way it’s always been Change on me, change on you In the way we think in the way we move In an eye’s blink, all the way through Change on me and you
Well of Rage (P. Nickels, D. Cook) Spinnin’
round, fallin’ down Hit the ground, hear the sound Of my head splittin’ open See the blood flowin’ All the time knowin’ You’ll soon be goin’ And nothin’ left showin’ Tryin’ to get a grip But my hands they just slip And I fall down flat, flat on my back Can’t you see I’m not free? Of the lies you sold me? Now my only hope’s at the end of a rope Day by day Night by night Tryin’ to make it through Before I lose the fight All alone on my own I just wanna go home But there’s no home there Nobody to care You knocked down the walls When you made me crawl Just like you had to do When they did it to you But my innocent blood That poured out in a flood Won’t even the score I’m just one victim more You coulda said “wait” But you fed off your hate And you took us all down When you spread it around Day by day Night by night Tryin’ to make it through Before I lose the fight
Cry if You Want To (D. Borucki) You
don’t get a second chance You ain’t got the time Yesterday’s a memory in your mind Your big mistake was when you tried To climb the highest wall No one’s there to catch you when you fall So you just cry if you want to tonight it's all right Cry if you want to it’s all right You can’t lose, you lost it all All your friends left town No one’s there to kick you while you’re down And now you see you’re all alone Nobody there but you Funny kind of feeling when you’re through So you just cry if you want to tonight it’s all right Cry if you want to it’s tonight it’s all right It’s all right It’s all right
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