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| | | | | | Inspirational Stories to make you think or cry. | Last Ride
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CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL BORN IN 1930's, 1940's, 50's, 60's, 70's and Early 80's
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40 things to think about very day.
Old Farmers Advice
Elderly White Lady in Black Church
Do you make me proud? Dog surf
Invisible Woman
Eternal Springs
Old Man and the Dog
Child's Whisper
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| |  | | | The Wallet | As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.
The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.
It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John" letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him. It was signed, Hannah.
It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information, the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.
"Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?"
She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give you the number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who will speak with you."
I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!"
"Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked.
"I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter."
She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living. I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.
This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old?
Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us. "
Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her. "Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room watching television."
I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.
She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael."
She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, "I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor."
"Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael..."
I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to help you?"
I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet."
I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute! That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that bright red lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times."
"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began [More] | | |
| |  | | | Smartest Man in the World - Moral Stories - Moral Story | Smartest Man in the World
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A doctor, a lawyer, a little boy and a priest were out for a Sunday afternoon flight on a small private plane. Suddenly, the plane developed engine trouble. In spite of the best efforts of the pilot, the plane started to go down. Finally, the pilot grabbed a parachute and yelled to the passengers that they better jump, and he himself bailed out.
Unfortunately, there were only three parachutes remaining.
The doctor grabbed one and said “I’m a doctor, I save lives, so I must live,” and jumped out.
The lawyer then said, “I’m a lawyer and lawyers are the smartest people in the world. I deserve to live.” He also grabbed a parachute and jumped.
The priest looked at the little boy and said, “My son, I’ve lived a long and full life. You are young and have your whole life ahead of you. Take the last parachute and live in peace.”
The little boy handed the parachute back to the priest and said, “Not to worry Father. The smartest man in the world just took off with my back pack.”
Moral: Your job doesn’t always define you, but being a Good Human being Does. [More] | | |
| |  | | | Angel Smiling On You - Inspirational Words of Wisdom | Tears streamed down my face as I sat at my grandmother's funeral. My grandmother lived a very full life, and was full of energy, love, and wisdom. She always said the right thing for the situation. And, whenever we had a problem, we knew we could talk with Grandma.
As a teenager, I can remember many conversations where Grandmother would give us her worldly wisdom and she would always end up saying you have an angel smiling on you dear I know you will do the right thing. Now, here we were at her funeral, and I could almost hear her saying, the angels are smiling on us. Now, I really knew I had an angel smiling on me as I am sure Grandma was in heaven smiling down and watching out for us. [More] | | |
| |  | | | Inspirational Story The Engagement Ring | Values.com | I was meeting up a guy chosen by my parents, a proposed suitor, before our marriage was arranged. It's a normal practice among Indian parents to choose spouses, who they deem fit for their children. I was nervous about the entire episode. This was something I never did before. I failed to understand how one could ascertain that the other person is their soul-mate, just over a cup of coffee. None the less I was meeting him up. Families were already happy with the arrangement and just wanted a final yes from us. Oh did I forget to tell you that if we liked each other, we were to be engaged the next day!
However, he came and we met. Initially, I was a bit reluctant in being myself completely. I suppose he sensed it and thereafter made sure that not only was I comfortable with him but also that I had fun and enjoyed myself. While I was busy falling in love with him and losing the track of time, we got a call from our parents, telling us that we were no more getting engaged the next day, as astrologically the time wasn't ripe. (Something, that I completely fail to understand.) I was heart-broken because all of a sudden the guy I was running away from became the guy I was head over heels for. I suspected that something must have gone wrong and our parents most definitely would have called off the arrangement. With tears streaming down my face and words failing me, all I did was look into his eyes and say nothing. Suddenly my entire fairy tale was crumbling down. Though he said the engagement was just postponed and not called off, I was anyhow too heartbroken to chalk out sense.
On our way back, I said nothing the entire time. Despite that he kept making efforts to cheer me up. Suddenly he stopped the car with a screech. I was flabbergasted and then looked at him, wondering what he intended to do. He took out an Éclairs from his pocket and ate it while looking out on the street. On enquiring what was going on in his mind, he turned his head towards me, shushed me and took my left hand and asked me to show my ring finger. I was confused still I followed his instructions. To my pleasant surprise he rolled the Éclair wrapper like a ribbon and tied it to my Ring Finger as an Engagement Ring. He smiled and looked into my eyes and said, " I promise to put a real ring soon enough, till then can u please do with this?" I was left speechless. That was the best reassurance any girl would ever want to hear. His action spoke way louder than his words.
That was the moment I knew he was my "The One."
We kissed, hugged and drove off.
Today I am lucky to be his wife! [More] | | |
| |  | | | ANDREW ROTH - Club for Growth | Andrew Roth joined the Club for Growth in 2003.
Previously, Mr. Roth was a securities trader for an established broker-dealer in Omaha, Nebraska. At that time, Mr. Roth was also the owner and publisher for The Iron Fist of Capitalism, a website that analyzed supply-side economics and its positive effects on national politics and the financial markets.
Mr. Roth has appeared on numerous radio shows including NPR and BBC Radio. He has also appeared on ABC, CNBC, MSNBC, CNN, C-SPAN, Fox News, and the Fox Business Channel. His writings have been published in the New York Times, POLITICO, U.S. News, National Review and the Washington Examiner. He is also a 2012 Lincoln Fellow at the Claremont Institute.
Mr. Roth has a Bachelor’s degree in Business Administration from the University of Kansas and a Master’s degree in Economics from George Mason University. [More] | | |
| |  | | | Scorecards - Club for Growth | | Each year the Club for Growth publishes a Congressional Scorecard that tracks how members of Congress vote on economic legislation. Throughout the year, the Club for Growth issues Key Vote Alerts urging Representatives and Senators to vote in favor of economic policies that strengthen our nation’s economy and shrink the size of the federal government. Similarly, Key Vote Alerts are issued when it is imperative that lawmakers strike down legislation that will raise taxes, increase harmful regulations, and grow our already massive government. At the end of the year, the Club for Growth tallies up how members of Congress voted on these key issues, along with other votes, and ascribes a score accordingly. This congressional scorecard is then shared with Club members, the press and with the public. It rewards free-market champions and exposes big-government, tax-and-spend politicians. [More] | | |
| |  | | | e3 PARTNERS | ABOUT US | He was a lone pastor from Oklahoma with a simple, yet profound vision. In 1987, Mike Downey left the pastorate to create a small missions organization. It consisted of believers going into new cities, preaching the Gospel, and leaving behind new churches. Originally named Global Missions Fellowship (GMF), this new organization focused on making a lasting difference around the world by securing networks of local partners who lay the groundwork for short-term mission teams.
In 2005, Global Missions Fellowship became e3 Partners. Nearly 30 years later, we are serving over 40 countries, supported by a passionate team of 400+. Thousands of Christians are joining us on hundreds of expeditions every year to spread the Gospel and transform communities. Our mission is simple and our name says it all. We equip God’s people to evangelize his world and establish his Church. And we do this through critical partnerships. [More] | | |
| | | | | US Constitution Project | Norris Goff | IN | US Constitution Project, Inc. a nonprofit Virginia corporation, was chartered on May 13, 2014 and received 501(c)(3) approval on July 31. The directors and officers are Norris S. Goff of Linden, VA, director, President and Treasurer; Bill Sage of Allegan, Michigan, director and Vice President; and Dolores Stottlemeyer of Winchester, Virginia, director and Secretary.
Having no prior experience with nonprofit organizations, we engaged BizCentral USA (www.bizcentralusa.com) to produce the IRS application. We were pleased with their work, initially because they fairly represented our objectives (which are stated at the top of the home page) and secondly because IRS approved the application in less than two months.
Progress Our initial plans, including the IRS application, did not mention the documentary The Hijacking of America®, which is now a registered trademark. Our home page details the events that led to current plans.
Norris S. Goff, Founder & President [More] | | |
| |  | | | Paul D. Anderson | The Source | Constitution | We have the right to free speech guaranteed in the First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America. But there are those who want to shut you up; to shut up any dissenting voices to the leftist ideologies and their agenda. They silence through fear and intimidation. They use political correctness. They use racial slurs: you’re a racist, a bigot, a homophobe, an Islamaphobe, etc. — any name calling and negative labels they can use to silence your voice. They are against anyone who dares speak the truth. But you have a champion, a voice that amplifies your voice. It is Paul Anderson of The SOURCE, and he is giving you the information you need to be informed and properly educated on the issues of the day. He equips you to be “mentally armed and dangerous.” Then when you choose, you can protect yourself and your country against a determined enemy. By listening to your “Voice for the Weekend”, you will increase your own effectiveness.
Paul Anderson of The SOURCE speaks out in defense of America and Western civilization. He is always on the alert to expose liberal/leftist politicians and the mainstream media’s bias against Israel and freedom everywhere. Paul knows that knowledge is power and that it is the best way to protect the United States and Israel, its only democratic ally in the Middle East. [More] | | |
| |  | | | Clifford D. May | Foundation for Defense of Democracies | | Clifford D. May is the founder and President of the Foundation for Defense of Democracies, created immediately following the 9/11 attacks on the United States. Under his leadership, FDD has become one of the nation’s most highly regarded policy institutes and a sought-after voice on a wide range of national security issues. He has helped FDD to assemble a staff and advisory board of the most compelling scholars and experts whose ideas and research have helped shape important policies and legislation on terrorism, Islamism and democratization. [More] | | |
| |  | | | Understanding the Threat – THREAT-FOCUSED | OPERATIONAL | STRATEGIC CONSULTATION | | Understanding the Threat provides threat-focused strategic and operational consultation, training, and education for federal, state, and local leadership and agencies in government, the private sector, and for private citizens. While UTT briefs and teaches about many of the threats external and internal to the United States, its primary concern is the threats to the Republic and the West in general from the Global Islamic Movement. | | |
| |  | | | UK “Equalities” chief admits: Muslims won’t assimilate | One in five Muslims in Britain never enter a non-Muslim house;
39 per cent of Muslims, male and female, say a woman should always obey her husband;
31 per cent of British Muslims support the right of a man to have more than one wife;
52 per cent of Muslims did not believe that homosexuality should be legal;
23 per cent of Muslims support the introduction of Sharia law rather than the laws laid down by parliament. | | |
| |  | | | Jesus | The Christmas Guest | The Origional Story | The Story of the Christmas Guest
Adapted by Helen Steiner Rice from an old German Legend
It happened one day at the year's white end;
Two neighbors called on an old-time friend.
They found his shop, so meager and mean,
Made bright with a thousand boughs of green.
And Conrad was sitting with face a-shine,
When he suddenly stopped as he stitched a twine,
And said, "Old friends, at dawn today,
When the cock was crowing the night away,
"The Lord appeared in a dream to me,
And said, `I'm coming your guest to be.'
So I've been busy with feet astir,
Strewing my shop with branches of fir.
"The table is spread and the kettle is shined
And over the rafters, the holly is twined.
And now I will wait for my Lord to appear,
And listen closely so I will hear
His step as He nears my humble place,
And I open the door and look in His face."
So his friends went home and left Conrad alone,
For this was the happiest day he had known.
For long since, his family had passed away,
And Conrad had spent a sad Christmas Day.
But he knew with his Lord as his Christmas Guest,
This Christmas would be the dearest and best.
He listened with only joy in his heart,
And with every sound, he would rise with a start.
And look for the Lord to be standing there,
In answer to his earnest prayer.
So he ran to the window after hearing a sound,
But all that he saw on the snow-covered ground…
Was a shabby beggar whose shoes were torn,
And all of his clothes were ragged and worn.
So Conrad was touched and went to the door,
And he said , "Your feet must be frozen and sore.
I have some shoes in my shop for you,
And a coat that will keep you warmer, too."
So with grateful heart, the man went away,
But as Conrad noticed the time of day,
He wondered what made his dear Lord so late,
And how much longer he'd have to wait.
When he heard a knock, he ran to the door,
But it was only a stranger once more;
A bent old crone with a shawl of black,
A bundle of branches piled on her back.
She asked for only a place to rest,
But that was reserved for Conrad's Great Guest.
But her voice seemed to plead, "Don't send me away,
Let me rest for a while on Christmas Day."
So Conrad brewed her a steaming cup,
And told her to sit at the table and sup.
But after she left, he was filled with dismay,
For he saw that the hours were passing away.
The Lord had not come, as He said He would,
And Conrad felt sure he had misunderstood.
Out of the stillness, he heard a cry,
"Please help me and tell me where am I?"
He stood disappointed, as twice before,
But shook off his sadness and went to the door.
It was only a child who had wandered away,
And was lost from her family on Christmas Day.
Again Conrad's heart was heavy and sad
But he knew he should make this little girl glad.
So he called her in and wiped her tears,
And quieted all her childish fears.
Then he led her back to her home once more.
But as he entered his darkened door,
He knew that the Lord was not coming today
For the hours of Christmas had passed away.
So he went to his room and knelt down to pray,
And he said, "Dear Lord, why did You delay?
"What kept You from coming to call on me?
For I wanted so much Your face to see."
When soft in the silence, a voice he heard:
"Lift up your head, for I kept My Word.
"Three times My shadow crossed your floor,
Three times I came to your lonely door.
For I was the beggar with bruised, cold feet.
I was the woman you gave to eat.
And I was the child on the homeless street."
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| | | | | Jesus Is Coming to Dinner | Long ago, there lived a very righteous man. He prayed every morning when he arose from bed. He prayed at midday when he ate his meal. He prayed every evening just before retiring to bed. In all of his prayers, he wanted the Lord to visit his house, so he could look upon the Lord?s face and to serve him.
One cold dark night with a snow storm raging outside, the man knelt as usual and said his prayer. He crawled into bed and covered up. As he lay there a voice came to him, saying that the LORD would visit this house tomorrow. Needless to say that there was no more sleeping for that night. He arose to prepare his house to meet the LORD. He prepared a meal fit for a king. Then he dressed in his finest clothes.
As he looked around to see if everything was in order and ready for the Lord, the dawn was just arriving. As he was sitting there thinking about the visit of the Lord and wondering at what time the Lord would come, a knock came on the door. At last the Lord had come, he could look upon the Lord?s face and serve Him.
He rushed to the door to throw it wide open to welcome the Lord. As the door opened there stood an old man. The old man was dressed in rags, with rags wrapped around his feet. The old man was bent over, and walked with a cane. The old man said, ?Sir, I am cold and hungry. I wonder if I may come in and sit by the fire and have a bite to eat?? The man stood there in shock at first because he had been expecting the Lord. Then he said ?Come in, sit by the fire, the Lord is to come to this house today and I have prepared a meal for Him, but I am sure that the Lord would not care if I gave you some of it. There is plenty.? So he prepared a place at the table for the old man. As the old man ate, the man noticed the condition of the old man?s clothing. The old man told that he had been on a long journey but he was getting close to the end. The old man said that he had neither time nor money to purchase better clothes. The man said ?I have a good warm coat that I have no need of and a good pair of shoes to keep your feet warm.? The old man accepted the gifts, thanked the man, blessed the house and departed.
The man again straightened his house to accept the Lord. When he had finished, it was about midday. The man was beginning to wonder when the Lord was going to arrive because the day was half over. At that moment there was a knock on the door. Again the man rushed to the door to welcome the Lord. He threw open the door, there stood a woman with a heavy load of wood on her back. The woman said, ?Sir, I am tired and cold. May I come in and sit by the fire and rest?? The man welcomed her and helped her put down her heavy load. He sat her by the fire and prepared a place at the table for her. As they talked she told him that she was a widow, with several children. She just lived down the road. It had snowed the night before so she had set out early to find wood to heat with. The snow made the job take longer than usual and not wanting to have to search for wood soon again, she had collected more than she should have carried. The man told her that after she had rested and warmed that he would divide the load and help carry it to her house, which he gladly did. Upon seeing her safely home he hurried back to his house in case the Lord had arrived. When the man arrived home, the Lord was not there. The man sat his house back in order for the Lord.
When he finished, it was getting dark outside. The man said to himself, ?The Lord said that he would visit this house today and the day is almost over. I so wanted to look upon his face and to serve Him.? At that moment there came a knock upon the door. At last the LORD has come. He rushed to the door, threw it open. There stood a small boy, crying. The boy said ?Sir, I am lost and I am cold.? The man replied, ?Come in, come in!?. He sat the boy by the fire and prepared a place at the table for him. The boy told that he had went out to play in the snow, but the darkness caught him and that he did not know the way home. Upon learning the boy?s name the man said, ?I know where you live and I will take you home, as soon as you are warm.? The man saw the boy safely home. The parents wanted to entertain the man for his good deed, but the man told them that the Lord was to visit his house today and he wanted to hurry home in case the Lord had arrived.
When the man arrived home, it was dark and the Lord was not there. The man set about straightening up so he could go to bed. The Lord was not coming. He knelt to pray as usual. He asked the Lord why He had tarried. ?You said that you would visit this house today and I so wanted to look upon your face and to serve you. A voice came to him saying, ?Three times I knocked on your door, three times you took me in, you sat me by the fire and prepared a place at the table for me. Three times you served me, you gave me warm clothes, you helped me bear a heavy load, y [More] | | |
| |  | | | Jesus Came To Dinner,Inspiring Christian Story | Ruth looked at the envelope again. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address. She read the letter one more time...
Dear Ruth,
I'm going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I'd like to stop by for a visit.
Love Always,
Jesus
Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. "Why would the Lord want to visit me? I'm nobody special. I don't have anything to offer."
With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets. "Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to offer. I'll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner."
She reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Seven dollars and forty cents. "Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least." She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.
A loaf of french bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk...leaving Ruth with a grand total of twelve cents to last her until Monday. Nonetheless, she felt satisfied as she headed home, her meager offerings tucked under her arm.
"Hey lady, can you help us, lady?" Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn't even noticed two figures huddled in the alleyway. A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags.
"Look lady, I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street, and, well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us, lady, we'd really appreciate it."
Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty, they smelled bad and, frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to. "Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I'm having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him."
"Yeah, well, OK lady, I understand. Thanks anyway." The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley.
As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart. "Sir, wait!" The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them. "Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure out something else to serve my guest." She handed the man her grocery bag.
"Thank you, lady. Thank you very much!" "Yes, thank you!" It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering.
"You know, I've got another coat at home. Here, why don't you take this one." Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's shoulders. Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street . . .without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest. "Thank you, lady! Thank you very much!"
Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door and worried too. The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him. She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox. "That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day." She took the envelope out of the box and opened it.
Dear Ruth,
It was so good to see you again. Thank you for the lovely meal. And thank you too, for the beautiful coat.
Love Always,
Jesus [More] | | |
| |  | | | Jesus is coming to Dinner | 4 little Fergusons | | A woman wanders through the market place, dodging barefoot children, as she buys her fresh vegetables for the day. Waiting back at home are two empty jugs, waiting to be carried down to the well to fill, so she can start her bread baking & household tasks for the day. Suddenly the excitement level of the marketplace rises, “JESUS!” she hears them call. “Jesus is here!” | | |
| |  | | | Baptist Bible Tribune Newspaper | The Baptist Bible Tribune published its first issue June 23, 1950, barely a month after the Baptist Bible Fellowship was formed.* The eight-page weekly was the newspaper for the Fellowship, a communication tool among the pastors, missionaries, and churches, but it also served as the face for the Fellowship among the general public.
The weekly newspaper has become a full color monthly magazine, but the mission remains the same: to tell the good news of what God is doing among the churches of the Baptist Bible Fellowship.
Through graphic-rich news reports, features, editorials, and regular columns, the Tribune reveals what the Fellowship is all about. Current circulation is about 31,500, with nearly 11,000 churches receiving at least one copy. [More] | | |
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