After Mackenzie spoke the unspeakable that Myles Maxwell had been poisoned and was now lying
dead on the floor of the living room in the manner, everyone looked at
one another in disbelief. Missus Snowball, still in Magdalena Mistletoe's arms, let
out a pitiful yowl for the first time since Mackenzie had arrived at the manor.
Magdalena set the skinny and bored looking cat on the ground. The cat
landed on her feet, convulsed once, and then promptly spat up a hairball
onto the ground next to Miles's lifeless body. Oh, for God's sake,
Maxwell exclaimed, throwing up his hands in frustration. Someone get that stupid cat
out of here. James Lucy, come in here and bring the carpet cleaner.
This goddamn cat has thrown up again. Magdalena bristled noticeably next to him.
She is sick, Maxwell, How many times do I have to tell
you she's getting worse? Look, she's skin and bones. The cat ambled
slowly out of the room, swishing its tail back and forth. Mackenzie noticed
that the cat did look rather ill, and it probably only weighed about six
pounds. She could see the cat's spine poking out of its fur. I
know the goddamn cat is sick. That's all I pay for, Maxwell roared,
turning menacingly toward Magdalena, and he continued, if you hadn't all so
noticed, my brother is dead, he finished, enunciating every word. Magdalena
turned toward her husband Ice in her eyes. I can see that, poor
Miles, she continued, not sounding the least bit sorry. By that time,
Kimmy had begun to cry and sob uncontrollably, yelling out Miles's name.
Lucy and James arrived in the living room with a bottle of carpet cleaner and
a few rags, and did a double take when they saw Miles's dead body.
Yes, thank you, James and Lucy, Magdalena stated, gesturing toward
the hairball. Please clean that up. Pay no attention to Miles. If
James and Lucy were fazed by the corpse on the rug, they made no
mention of it. Yes, ma'am, James replied, as Lucy stooped to
clean. Shall I call someone for you? No, no, Maxwell snapped
at the old man. I will call the chief of police in Garland.
He is a close personal friend of mine. Oh dear, I forgot to
mention. Magdalena spoke up as Maxwell got out his cell phone. I did
receive a call from the Veterinarian's office this afternoon. The results are in for
your precious horse, Chestnut, she said, turning her gaze in Alex's direction.
Chestnut was poisoned. Alex stared back blankly at her, then turned toward
his father, shooting daggers from his eyes. And I wonder who could have
done that, he accused his father, pointing a finger at him. You
bastard, you killed my horse. Mackenzie saw you coming from the stables this
morning. You always had it out for me, But leave it to you
to stoop so low as to poison my animal. Put your finger down right
this instant, you ungrateful idiot, Maxwell snapped back at him, shaking his
fist in his son's direction. I certainly didn't waste my time murdering your goddamn
horse. If you want to talk about murder, let's talk about how you
just poisoned your own uncle. Maxwell started in Alex's direction, his hand raise.
Everyone huddling in the circle took a step back. Are you accusing me
of murder? Father? Alex spatted at him, irate eyes glowing with hatred.
I am again, Maxwell answered. Everyone knows that you had it out
for your uncle Miles because you were jealous of him taking over the business.
Who else would want him dead? Also, everyone thinks that you killed your
best friend years ago. I had to pay off everyone in this goddamn town
so they wouldn't investigate further into his death. All I do is shell out
money to keep everyone in this godforsaken family out of trouble, and my own
damned children are ungrateful fools. I didn't kill my best friend, Alex was
yelling now, and I do hate Uncle Miles, but not as much as
I hate you. If everyone thinks I'm a murderer, I might as well
be one. So watch your back, old man, your next, he
spat at Maxwell before he swept out of the room. Nick Mackenzie, Catherine,
and Magdalena stared at one another as Kimmy's cries grew louder. Maxwell brushed
himself off and straightened his velvet sportscoat before he addressed the group. Well,
that is certainly enough drama for me for one night. I'm going to call
Sheriff Smith now to get this mess cleaned up. He finished, sweeping his
hand to gesture at his brother's dead body. He then cleared his throat,
pushed a button on his cell phone, and left the room to make the
call. Once left alone, the remains family members and guests were left to
ponder what had just happened. Kimmie's cries continued until Catherine snapped, will you
just shut up? Who even are you? My nerves are shot and this
bimbo is not making anything any better. She turned to James and Lucy,
Well, one of you call her an uber. She needs to leave.
My uncle has just died and the family needs to be alone. James nodded
and grabbed Kimmie roughly by the shoulder. He then swiftly led her out to
the entryway and out the front door, Kimmy crying loudly all the way.
Thank god, Catherine breathed a sigh of relief. Mackenzie turned toward Nick,
who was making a move to try to usher McKenzie out of the room as
well. Actually, Catherine, why don't we leave you alone as well?
He suggested, wisely, I think dinner is probably shot At this point,
why don't Mackenzie and I get out of the manner for a few hours to
night so you and your family can deal with this. Catherine looked distracted as
she whipped out her cell phone. Yeah, great, thanks, that's fine.
This was quite unexpected. I'll have Lucy call you guys a car,
no need, Mackenzie said, we can call an uber as well. Okay,
great, Catherine agreed. When you guys come back, the front door
will be locked, but if you go around behind to the very back of
the house, there's an old servants quarters door that I'll instruct Lucy and James
to keep open so you can get in that way. And with that,
Catherine was leaving the room, cell phone pressed to her ear. Let's get
the hell out of here. There was a bar downtown, right because man,
I could really use a drink about now, Nick whispered to Mackenzie,
punching furiously on his phone to get a car. Yes, there was a
cute bar downtown that I saw when I was there earlier. But give me
just a minute. I'm going to get into some more comfortable clothes. Good
idea, Nick said, I'm right behind you, and then we'll leave.
Nick ran up the stairs and into his own room, and McKenzie made her
way to her quarters. But before she got to the door, she saw
down the hallway Catherine's room and saw the girl still on the phone. Her
door was open a crack, and McKenzie could just make out what she was
saying into the phone. The girl sounded quite upset as she stage whispered into
the cell. I told you we shouldn't do that. I told you.
Now he's dead and everything is ruined, she paused as she listened to the
person on the other end of the phone speaking, then piped up again.
But don't you think they'll find out? She stuttered, pacing the room like
a caged animal. She paused again. I know, I know, she
continued. I'm just scared because you said no one would find doubt, and
now the police and my family and everyone else is going to be looking into
this. Were screwed. The girl put her head in her hands and started
to turn toward the door. Mackenzie scampered off down the hall without a sound
before Catherine could see her peering in through the crack of her door. As
mackenzie changed into jeans and a sweater and yanked her hair up into a loose
bun. She thought about what she had just heard Catherine say, or what
she thought she had heard Catherine say. She didn't know what to make of
the girl's words, but they sounded almost confession like to Mackenzie. One thing
was for sure. She had no idea who she could trust in the Mistletoe
family or on the man or grounds. Once Mackenzie was finished getting dressed,
she bounded down the stairs and met Nick at the bottom. He had already
called an uber, and the two of them headed out into the cold night,
where snow was starting to fall. The blizzard the weather men had addicted
was coming to fruition. She turned to Nick in the back of the suv
as an annoying and tinny rendition of I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus blared through
the speakers. So where are we going, she asked Nick, wrapping her
arms around herself for warmth. The only bar in town the Garland Pub and
Grill, he replied, as the car came to a stop in the town
in front of a dilapidated looking building that was decorated and trimmed all around with
seizure inducing blinking colorful lights. Mackenzie looked at the building suspiciously as they exited
the car. If they have alcohol, I'm in, she declared, stepping
through the door into the warmth of the bar. The Garland Pub was nothing
more than a long bar with cheap looking stools pulled up to it and a
few tables with low chairs behind the bar. It did have a fireplace in
the back of the room with a roaring fire. There were minimal deck rations,
mostly just plastic figurines of reindeer and snowmen plastered up against the mirrors,
and a few paper snowflakes hanging haphazardly from the ceiling. The snowflakes that hung
from the ceiling had names and pictures of little children taped to the front of
them. Mackenzie followed Nick to the back of the room and he found them
two seats at the very end of the bar. There were only a few
other individuals there, each drinking a cocktail and looking quite lonely. Mackenzie suddenly
realized that it was December twenty third, the night before Christmas Eve, and
she figured a family friendly town such as Garland probably wasn't too friendly to single
people. During the holidays. She looked at the bargoers in pity as the
bartender, a rough looking woman in her mid fifties with short blonde hair and
a garish green sweater that said get lit on It, ambled over to them
to take their order. What can I get you, the woman barked at
them, twirling a shot glass in her hand. Holiday drinks are buy one,
get one free, and egg shots are two bucks. Will each take
a holiday drink and two shots, Nick decided, placing a twenty dollar bill
on the bar in front of them. The woman walked away to make their
drinks. Kenzie looked skeptical. But we don't even know what's in those drinks,
and what's an eggnog shot? She wondered aloud. Nick glanced over at
her Mac. I don't think this is the time to worry about high end
liquor or palatable drinks. There have been two murders in the past two days
at Mistletoe Manor, and any one of those crazy family members could have done
it, or any one of them could be working together. I don't think
you should be staying here. It's dangerous and I can't believe this is happening
again. Nick pounded his fist on the bar, and the other patrons turned
to look at them. He put his hand up in a silent apology and
lowered his voice as he turned to McKenzie. I mean, he practically whispered
more Christmas murderers? What are the odds? Just then, the bartender returned
and placed two milky white looking shots in front of her and Nick, as
well as two glasses of ice and a bright red looking concoction inside of tumblers.
Cheers, the bartender said to them, nodding her head and going to
tend to the man seated a few chairs away. Nick and mackenzie cheered their
shot glasses and then finished the eggnog shots. McKenzie was shocked at how sweet
and syrupy and rum like it was, but Nick hadn't even seemed to notice,
and had already started knocking back his bright red Christmas drink. What is
it, Mackenzie asked Nick, taking a tiny sip of her own. I
think it's just vodka and cranberry juice. Nick said, But anyway, what
are we going to do about this? I have to help Luise tomorrow with
the last of the decorations, and tomorrow night is the big Christmas Eve party
where all the townspeople will be coming. We can't just let all of those
innocent people walk into a Christmas murderous trap, can we. Well, let's
just think rationally about about this, Mackenzie stated the voice of reason. We
solved the two murders last Christmas. You mean you solved the two murders last
Christmas? Same thing, really, mackenzie stated, twirling her straw and her
drink. Who do we have that was in the manner the past couple of
days? Who could have killed Chestnut and Miles? And at this point,
let's not count out your uncle John. You said he died under suspicious circumstances?
Right, what if he was actually the first victim of the killer?
I never thought of that. Wow. I hope that's not the case,
but it seems like it could be poor uncle John. Well, Nick seemed
lost in thought and continued. Of course, the people at the house are
Maxwell and Magdalena, Catherine and Alex and James and Lucy and Louise. McKenzie
finished for him. Right, we can't count them out, I suppose,
Nick responded, Although I was with Louise that whole morning, putting up the
lights. Not to say he couldn't have killed Chestnut before then, but I
just don't see him doing that. Also, he wasn't around when Miles died,
and I don't know if he would have been able to put the poison
into Miles's syringe and change out his insulin. Mackenzie nodded her head emphatically,
agreeing with him. I also don't think that Luise would have any motive to
kill either Chestnut or Miles, so I think we can count him out,
and I think we can also pretty much count out James and Lucy as well.
I don't see what either of them would gain by killing Chestnut or Uncle
Miles or your uncle John for that matter. My understanding is they all worked
at Mistletoe Manor and were friends. Nick nodded, that's true, and I
don't think either of them would have gained financially from any of them dying.
But who would Nick signaled to the bartender, who was busy in conversation with
another patron at the end of the bar. When she saw Nick wave to
her, she began mixing more Christmas drinks. Simply put, Mackenzie stated,
probably just Catherine and Alex with Alex. More So, Catherine definitely has a
chip on her shoulder and seems to really hate her mother and father. And
I overheard a strange conversation she was having with someone earlier tonight. But I
still don't see what she would get out of murdering the horse or her uncle.
There was never any talk of Catherine being left the mistletoe farmer any money
unless she was in it with her brother and they off their uncle so the
business could go to both of them, because Maxwell would have no other choice
but to give it to his children. Maybe they were just greedy and didn't
want to wait to be left the money. Could be, Nick agreed,
nodding his head at the bartender who brought over their next round. It could
be, he repeated, But my money is on Alex. He had everything
to gain by murdering his uncle. It's possible he simply killed Chestnut to throw
everyone off his trail, and it would be a convenient way to frame his
father. And he's already murdered someone. He killed his best friend, for
God's sakes, allegedly, Mackenzie corrected Nick. We don't know that he killed
his best friend, and even if he did that doesn't mean he murdered anyone
now, Although I'm inclined to agree with you, he does look dreamly suspicious,
and he has that arrogant and haughty attitude. The only two things that
don't make sense to me is Alex killing his own horse. Even if he
wanted to frame his father, I don't know if he would do it that
way. You didn't see how upset he was when he found Chestnut lying there.
The man was devastated and looked extremely surprised. Also, Nick agreed,
the whole family was already in the library with Miles and Kimmy when we got
down there, so really any of them could have switched out Miles's insulin for
the vial of poison. But Alex was really drunk, remember he and McKenzie
down the second shots. Yes, that is a really good point, Detective
tenenbomb mackenzie said, I don't know if Alex could have had the wherewithal to
physically switch out the insulin for the poison in his state, but he did
explicitly threaten to kill both his father and his uncle, where he could have
been working with someone and had help. Which leaves us with Maxwell and Magdalena
and Catherine, Nick finished for her. But I'm just really having trouble determining
the motive for any one of them to have done such a thing, So
am I, Mackenzie mused, looking down at her bright red drink that reminded
her of the berries on the mistletoe sprig she had seen over the poor horse's
heart. She shuddered, remembering the horrible scene. Just then, the bartender
approached them again. As Nick began to ask for the check to close out,
the woman spoke up, Do y'all know about our fundraiser for the children's
hospital, she asked, pointing up toward the swinging snowflakes that showed the pictures
of the little kids. No, we don't, Nick admitted, What is
the fundraiser? Well, every Christmas we raise money for the local children's cancer
hospital over in the next town. If you would be so kind as to
make a donation, you get your name up on one of those snowflakes and
help a sick kid this holiday. As Nick reached for his wallet and said
that he would love to help give a donation, Mackenzie stared up at the
swinging snowflakes dancing lazily from the ceiling. She looked at the children's faces,
smiling and bright, so excited for the holiday season in spite of all their
health troubles. As Nick handed the bartender a twenty dollar bill and she started
to walk away, Mackenzie suddenly got a wonderful idea. She got a wonderful,
awful idea. She blinked, and before she knew it, had grabbed
the bartender's arm. The bartender looked at McKenzie in surprise. Wait a minute,
did you just say cancer. You're taking donations for the hospital for childhood
cancer. That's right, the woman said, shaking her arm free and looking
at Mackenzie in surprise. The Childhood Cancer Wing. We do it every Christmas.
She took one last long look at Mackenzie and then thanked Nick for the
donation, who looked at Mackenzie strangely as well. What has gotten into you?
He asked her, helping her with her coat and leading her out of
the door. Nothing except maybe everything, Mackenzie said, excitedly, heading for
the door of the bar. I think I know who killed your uncle,
John Chestnut and Miles, and I think I know why, and I think
I can confront them at the Christmas Eve party tomorrow. I'll just have to
do a little more research. McKenzie woke up bright and early the next morning,
excited and nervous for what she had to do. She checked it on
Nick in his room and noticed that he was already gone. She looked at
her text messages and found one from him from i've am saying that he was
getting up early to help Louise with the rest of the decorations and the lights,
that he would meet up with her this afternoon before the start of the
Christmas Eve party. McKenzie knew that Nick's plan was to go into town in
the late afternoon to talk to the Sheriff's office about getting some extra security for
the party. If McKenzie was correct, and she believed she was when she
confronted the murderer, it could be dangerous and she wanted the police on hand
just in case anything went wrong. She also wanted them to arrest the killer.
If everything went according to her and Nick's plan, a perpetrator would be
apprehended before midnight tonight, right before Christmas Day. For the second time that
week, McKenzie took a car into town and went back into the local library.
Since it was Christmas Eve. The library was only open until noon,
so McKenzie had to hurry. She asked the librarian a new one, this
one a gangly and nerdy looking man with glasses, to give her all the
materials they had on a particular subject. McKenzie chose a table in the back
of the library and dropped the stack of heavy books on top of it.
She only had about an hour to go through the dozens of books, but
she knew that she could do it. As the clock in the library chime
twelve, she gathered the books and walked them back up to the librarian,
who looked annoyed that she had stayed until close, but but ckensie just thanked
him and wished him a merry Christmas. She had all the information she needed
and she had to get back to get ready for the party. It was
going to be a long night. McKenzie spent the rest of the afternoon up
in her room, avoiding the Mistletoe family. She did not want to see
them or give them a chance to know that an accusation was going to be
made. Later that night, around seven p m. Mackenzie started to get
ready. The party did not start until eight p m. With many of
the guests not showing up until nine or afterwards. The thought was to start
the party later in the evening so the guests could all stay up until midnight
and celebrate Christmas Day together, but Mackenzie had other plans. Finally, right
before eight p m. She heard a soft knock on her door. It
was Nick, who had just returned from town and was looking dapper in a
tuxedo with a bright green festive bow and cumberbund is. Everything set, Mackenzie
asked, smoothing out her red gown and taking Nick's arm yup. Nick whispered
back, Louise, and I got all the decorations done and I was able
to talk to the sheriff. He said he would have some of his plain
clothes men attending the party. You look beautiful, by the way, he
finished, as they walked down the stairs into the party. The living room
looked particularly fested that evening, and there were quite a few couples milling about.
Mackenzie looked around the room and spotted Maxwell, Catherine, Alex and Magdalena
holding Missus Snowball in a line by the door, greeting guests as they came
in. She snagged a glass of champagne from a passing tray while Nick grabbed
an appetizer. Both kept their eyes on the family members as they milled about.
Mackenzie only half paid attention as she met the other partygoers. She vaguely
remembered speaking to a doctor, a lawyer, and other upstanding and glamorous citizens
of Garland. She also kept her eye out for the two plainclosed police officers
that were stationed at the party. She caught sight of two men wearing tuxedos
that seemed to be the ones. They were both very handsome, with dark
hair and eyes, were just unassuming looking enough so as not to draw suspicion
to them. As the hours ticked by very slowly, Mackenzie nursed her drink.
She tried to nibble on some of the hors d'oeuvres, but found she
was too nervous to have an appetite. Finally, it was close to midnight
and Nick signaled to her that it was time to put their plan in motion.
They were finally going to confront the killer. Mackenzie excused herself from the
circle of individuals to whom she was conversing. She saw Nick go up to
Magdalena and Maxwell and signal towards the library. Then it was Mackenzie's turn to
track down Alex and Catherine. She found the two of them standing by the
bar in the corner of the room, looking warily out at the crowd.
It seemed as if the whole town really had shown up to attend the Christmas
Eve party. McKenzie took comfort in the fact that there were so many people
along with the plainclothes officers in case something terrible occurred, but she had the
feeling that the murderer would give up easily. Mackenzie knew that she had fingered
the right person. Once the four Mistletoes, along with James and Lucy were
gathered in the library, Mackenzie and Nick came in and closed the door behind
them. All six individuals looked up, startled. What is the meaning of
this, Magdalena asked, stroking missus, Snowball's fur and earnest. I should
be a gracious host at my own party, not hold up and here with
all of you. That's right, Maxwell agreed, Why are we all in
here? What could you possibly have to say to us? Well, Mackenzie
started, it's about the murders. As we all know, one of us
in this room is a killer. The question is who and why, Nick
finished, maimony still on. Father Alex slurred drunkenly. Well, you would
be wrong, mackenzie stated, not Maxwell. This killer is more cunning.
He or she planned this out very thoroughly. You see, she continued,
Chestnut and miles, mistletoe, and most likely Nick's uncle John, were killed
with poison. A poison you all have an abundance of right here on this
very farm mistletoe, she finished, pointing up towards the ceiling, where a
lone sprag of mistletoe hung, vibrant and blooming. The killer injected the horse
and the two men with juice extracted from the mistletoe plant, creating a very
quick and deadly poison. It almost immediately killed them. As you all said
yourself, mistletoe is poisonous to humans and animals alike. If you ingest or
inject enough of it, it will kill you. But why would any of
us want to inject anyone with mistletoe? Well, that was the ultimate question,
McKenzie continued, feeling Nick's hand slipping too, her own, urging her
on. I couldn't figure that one out either, And then I realized that
the killer did it for selfish reasons, as an experiment. As they all
looked at her bewildered, Catherine said, what do you mean, what sort
of experiment? McKenzie plowed ahead, her breath catching in her throat as they
all stared at her. Well, you see, mistletoe is poisonous, but
in the correct amounts and under certain scientific circumstances, it also has healing powers.
Most specifically, studies and tests have been done on the liquid extract of
mistletoe as an alternative method for treating cancer for the better part of a century.
The murderer was attempting to use mistletoe to treat cancer, but needed animal
and human tests sub jecks to determine the correct amount that would heal the sick
and not kill them. And I only know of one person or animal in
this room who has a deadly cancer. Mackenzie turned her gaze on the skinny
and spent Missus Snowball cat hanging limply from Magdalena's arms. Magdalena looked up in
shock and ceased her petting of the animal to glare at Mackenzie. Mother,
Is this true? Catherine asked, gasping, did you really kill Chestnut?
John and Miles Maxwell spoke up next. I had my suspicions, Magdalena,
but didn't think you had it in you to actually go through with it.
Magdalena scowled. I did do it, she confessed. I had to.
I had to save my poor missus Snowball. Maxwell had stopped paying for her
treatments, and I couldn't bear to let her die. I knew about the
mistletoe cancer treatments, and I had an abundance of it here. That slow
John, that cursed horse Chestnut, and that pompous moron Miles all deserved it,
she finished, beginning to stroke the cat again. I was almost there
with the experiments. I just had to get the right dosages and Missus Snowball
could have lived forever, she cackled evily. But then this woman had to
go and ruin everything. With Missus Snowball still in her arms, Magdalena lunged
toward Mackenzie, attempting to wrap her hands around her neck, But just then
and in time, the two plainclothes officers burst into the room and wrapped the
old woman's arms around her back and cuffed her missus Snowball leaped into the air
with a horrible hiss. Nick held up his phone to show Magdalena its red
recording light blinking. I recorded your whole confession, he said, taunting the
old woman. I also texted my friends, the plain closed police officers to
come in and apprehend you. Looks like your time is up. As Catherine,
Alex and Maxwell looked on in disgust and shock, the policeman led Magdalena
away as she shrieked and tried to claw at them. As they led her
through the living room. The whole party looked up and saw her being taken
away in handcuffs, and the murmurs began. Magdalena cackled insanely and spat at
her party goers. What are you all looking at? She yelled. I'll
have the last laugh. You can bet on that I will cure Snowball once
and for all, and she will be invincible. You'll see her voice faded
away as the police officers led her out the door and into the snowy blizzard
beyond. Nick embraced a shaken Mackenzie in a hug and whispered in her ear,
I'm so proud of you, Mac you did it. It's all over.
Now, what do you say we get out of this god forsaken place
first thing in the morning. Mackenzie hugged him back gratefully and whispered, I
would love nothing more. Merry Christmas as the grandfather clock told midnight on Christmas
Day. The next morning, bright and early, Nick and Mac woke up
and hurriedly packed their things. They decided they wanted to avoid seeing any members
of the Mistletoe family, but that they did want to say goodbye to James,
Lucy and Louise. As Nick shook Louise's hand, Mackenzie went up to
the butler and his wife. Thank you again for having us, she said
to the couple, this was quite an unique visit. What will you do
now that Magdalena is probably going to jail for the rest of her life?
James hugged his wife. We're happy to report that we're finally retiring. We're
going to travel and see the world after being cooped up in this manner for
the better part of our lives. We deserve it. Good for you,
Mackenzie said, gathering up her bags and handing them to Nick. And what
will you do, Lucy asked, It's Christmas Day, you know, lots
of possibilities. Nick winked at Mackenzie. Well, I was thinking, he
started, and I was meaning to ask, mack we have the rental car.
What do you say about going to see my mother in Evergreen for Christmas
Day? I know she would love it. We could make it a surprise
Christmas Day and Evergreen after all, Mackenzie said, grabbing her purse and following
Nick through the front door. Let's do it. I love that idea,
and she added, kissing Nick on the cheek. I love you, Nick
Tennenbaugh, I love you too. Mckentzie Monroe. Marry Christmas. Murder at
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mixing and editing by me. God rest you, Mary Gentleman. Music written,
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