I had an interesting experience playing ping-pong last year. I was playing against aopponent(對手). The score was 20 to 17 in her  . I won the next three points which made the score 20 to 20. I my paddle on the table and thanked my opponent and began to walk away. She called me and said we had to continue until one of us .

“Look,”I said, “if we, one of two events will take place, either you or I will win.If you win, I will begin tomy skill. If I win, you will be unhappy. Isn’t it better to know that we both played , that we enjoyed the competition, and that we played an even(相等) score?” This was aending for my opponent and for the persons watching this contest. It made  to me to leave with a tie(不分勝負) game, an impasse(僵局): no winner, no.

So, my friends, here is the problem me. Our present technology makes it possible for nations to other nations for retaliatory(報復(fù)) strikes. In such a nuclear time, there be no winners, only losers. Under these conditions, the only choice toglobal destruction is glogal impasse. This would be a “tie game” where no nation wins and no nation loses. An impasse reached through compromise(妥協(xié)). This is because compromise becomes the only means of. We cannot destroy this beautiful planet by holding on to understanding of victory. The victory is in achieving a desirable impasse. No one wins, no one loses either.

A.tiring                                   B.poor                         C.fine                          D.brave

A.favor                             B.side                          C.lead                          D.place

A.threw                                   B.placed                       C.stuck                         D.dropped

A.up                                        B.over                          C.on                            D.back

A.lost                                      B.won                          C.gave up             D.tired out

A.perform                                B.stop                          C.continue             D.leave

A.doubt                                   B.hate                          C.practise              D.desert

A.hard                                     B.fair                           C.poorly                D.well

A.close                             B.surprising                  C.satisfying           D.reasonable

A.progress                            B.room                        C.sense                  D.time

A.loser                                   B.fighter                      C.success               D.player

A.encouraging                        B.frightening                C.shocking     D.troubling

A.destroy                               B.attack                        C.seize                  D.rule

A.may                                          B.should                       C.can                    D.must

A.escape                                B.flee                           C.accept                D.avoid

A.different                             B.small                        C.huge                  D.familiar

A.surviving                            B.living                        C.staying               D.pleasing

A.an old                                B.an unusual                 C.the same     D.a complete

A.great                                  B.only                         C.same                  D.equal

A.where                                 B.but                           C.as                      D.since

【小題1】C

【小題2】A

【小題3】B

【小題4】D

【小題5】B

【小題6】C

【小題7】A

【小題8】D

【小題9】B

【小題10】C

【小題11】A

【小題12】D

【小題13】A

【小題14】A

【小題15】D

【小題16】C

【小題17】A

【小題18】A

【小題19】B

【小題20】B


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　　I began reading words when I was eight months old．By the time I was two, I had read Charlotte’s Web．My parents thought it was odd, but because I didn’t have any siblings for them to compare me with, they didn’t realise just how odd．

　　At pre-school in Northport, New York, I quickly overtook everyone．At seven, I was going into high school for my classes but still doing all my social activities with kids my age．But when I was nine, the public school administration said that I had to go to high school full-time with 16-year-olds．I didn’t want to, because some kids there were always teasing me -it was pretty horrible when they called me a know-it-all and tried to grab my homework．

　　My parents tried to find me another school but, in the end, because I was so advanced, the only place that was on the same level as me was State University of New York at Stony Brook．

　　The admissions people said that if I thought I could manage I could have a place, as long as my mother accompanied me to classes．

　　So, aged 10, I started an undergraduate degree in applied mathematics．I was frightened on my first day, but I was also excited that I was going to attend my first real physics class．Most of the teachers were nice but one or two didn’t like me．One professor said that just because I did as well as the other, male, students, it didn’t mean I was as good as them．But the students were supportive and my parents always made sure that I had a group of friends of my own age; they didn’t want me to be a social misfit．

　　I graduated summa cum laude(with the highest honor)when I was 14 -the youngest student ever to do so in the US．

　　I was a perfectionist; I don’t think I would have settled for less than that．I went on to Drexel University and, at 17, I was awarded a Master’s and continued to study for a Ph．D．

　　But that was when I grew disillusioned with the science world．I saw bad conduct and realised that some professors weren’t motivated by a love of science．I fell out with the adviser who was supervising my Ph．D．I charged Drexel University in a civil lawsuit and the case has now gone into private, binding arbitration(仲裁)．

　　I believe my adviser applied for grants and patents using my ideas, and took credit for them．He denies this and has accused me of stealing his work．Even though the university has cleared me of plagiarism(剽竊)it has still refused to award me my Ph．D．

　　At the time I was fully expecting to receive my PhD, I applied for a post teaching advanced technology fusion at Konkuk university in Seoul．When I was appointed, I was just under 19, so I made it into Guinness World Records．

　　In South Korea, I was treated as a minor celebrity．People stared at me wherever I went on campus, and I was asked to give inspirational talks to teenagers．But I didn’t renew my contract：I’d had a great year, but I wanted to come home．

　　I still don’t have my PhD and I am angry and disappointed about that．I worked so hard all my life and my research ended up going nowhere．

　　There’s always hope, but the experience at Drexel has derailed me．If a university gave me a place to complete my studies, I would take it．But I am someone who is suing her former university, so a lot of colleges are afraid to touch me．

　　For now, I’m enrolled in law school and training to be a lawyer．I want to combine legal and science knowledge so that I can protect people’s research rights．

　　It’s strange being back at school：I’m 21 years old and for the first time in my life, I’m the same age as the other students．

(1)

The underlined word “siblings” in the first paragraph probably means _________．

[　　]

A．

children

B．

friends

C．

classmates

D．

brothers or sisters

(2)

How would the author describe her high school experience?

[　　]

A．

sweet

B．

awful

C．

boring

D．

pleasant

(3)

When the author attended State University of New York, _________．

[　　]

A．

all the professors liked her

B．

the students there were friendly to her

C．

her mother expected her to make friends with her classmates

D．

she became the youngest graduate in the USA

(4)

The underlined sentence “But that was when I was disillusioned with the science world” suggests that the author _________．

[　　]

A．

felt disappointed with what some scientists do

B．

grew old enough to be a scientist

C．

was treated as a real scientist

D．

became motivated by a love of science

(5)

What probably made it difficult for her to be admitted by another university other than Drexel?

[　　]

A．

Her GPA

B．

Her performances at Konkuk university in Seoul

C．

Her relationship with Drexel University

D．

She was accused of plagiarism by her supervisor

(6)

How does the writer feel when she was writing this passage?

[　　]

A．

proud and frustrated

B．

excited and angry

C．

calm and satisfied

D．

excited and disappointed

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　　When I took the first exam, I was 　　3　　 to find a 77, C-plus, on my test paper, 　　4　　 English was my best subject．I went to Professor Jayne, who listened to my arguments but remained 　　5　　．

　　I decided to try harder, although I didn't know what that 　　6　　 because school had always been easy for me．I read the books more carefully, but got another 77．Again, I 　　7　　 with Professor Jayne．Again, he listened patiently but wouldn't change his 　　8　　．

　　One more test before the final exam．One more 　　9　　 to improve my grade．So I redoubled my efforts and, for the first time, 　　10　　 the meaning of the word "thorough"．But my 　　11　　 did no good and everything 　　12　　 as before．

　　The last hurdle was the final．No matter what 　　13　　 I got, it wouldn't cancel three C-pluses．I might as well kiss the 　　14　　 goodbye．

　　I stopped working hard．I felt I knew the course material as well as I ever would．The night before the final, I even 　　15　　 myself to a movie．The next day I decided for once I'd have 　　16　　 with a test．

　　A week later, I was surprised to find I got an A．I hurried into Professor Jayne's office．He 　　17　　 to be expecting me, "If I gave you the A as you 　　18　　, you wouldn't continue to work as hard．"

　　I stared at him, 　　19　　 that his analysis and strategy were correct, I had worked my head 　　20　　 , as I had never done before．

　　I was speechless, when my course grade arrived：A-plus．It was the only A-plus given．The next year I received my scholarship．I've always remembered Professor Jayne's lesson：You alone must set your own standard of excellence．

(1)
[　　]

A．

take

B．

discuss

C．

cover

D．

get

(2)
[　　]

A．

sought

B．

presented

C．

exchanged

D．

obtained

(3)
[　　]

A．

shocked

B．

worried

C．

scared

D．

anxious

(4)
[　　]

A．

but

B．

so

C．

for

D．

or

(5)
[　　]

A．

unchanged

B．

unpleasant

C．

unfriendly

D．

unmoved

(6)
[　　]

A．

reflected

B．

meant

C．

improved

D．

affected

(7)
[　　]

A．

quarreled

B．

reasoned

C．

bargained

D．

chatted

(8)
[　　]

A．

attitude

B．

mind

C．

plan

D．

view

(9)
[　　]

A．

choice

B．

step

C．

chance

D．

measure

(10)
[　　]

A．

memorized

B．

considered

C．

accepted

D．

learned

(11)
[　　]

A．

ambition

B．

confidence

C．

effort

D．

method

(12)
[　　]

A．

stayed

B．

went

C．

worked

D．

changed

(13)
[　　]

A．

grade

B．

answer

C．

lesson

D．

comment

(14)
[　　]

A．

scholarship

B．

course

C．

degree

D．

subject

(15)
[　　]

A．

helped

B．

favored

C．

treated

D．

relaxed

(16)
[　　]

A．

fun

B．

luck

C．

problems

D．

tricks

(17)
[　　]

A．

happened

B．

proved

C．

pretended

D．

seemed

(18)
[　　]

A．

valued

B．

imagined

C．

expected

D．

welcomed

(19)
[　　]

A．

remembering

B．

guessing

C．

supposing

D．

realizing

(20)
[　　]

A．

out

B．

over

C．

on

D．

off

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　　When Dr. Gibbs wasn’t saving lives, he was planting trees. His house sat on ten acres, and his life’s goal was to make it a forest.

　　The good doctor had some interesting theories concerning plant care and growth. He never watered his new trees, which flew in the face of conventional wisdom. Once I asked why. He said that watering plants spoiled them so that each successive tree generation would grow weaker and weaker. So you have to make things rough for them and weed out(淘汰) the weaker trees early on.

He talked about how watering trees made for shallow roots, and how trees that weren’t watered had to grow deep roots in search of moisture. I took him to mean that deep roots were to be treasured.

　　So he never watered his trees. He planted an oak and, instead of watering it every morning, he’d beat it with a rolled-up newspaper. Smack! Slap! Pow! I asked him why he did that, and he said it was to get the tree’s attention.

Dr. Gibbs passed away a couple of years after I left home. Every now and again, I walked by his house and looked at the trees that I’d watched him plant some twenty-five years ago. They’re extremely tall, big and robust since they have deep roots now. However, the trees in my garden trembled in a cold wind although I had watered them for several years.

It seems that adversity(逆境) and suffering benefit these trees in ways comfort and ease never could. I stood there deep in thought.

　　Every night before I go to bed, I check on my two sons. I stand over them and watch their little bodies, the rising and falling of life within. I often pray for them. Mostly I pray that their lives will be easy. But I think it’s time to change my prayer(禱詞) because now I know my children are going to encounter hardship..

1.According to Dr. Gibbs’ theories, trees will become weaker if they______

    A. are lack of care   B. are watered   C. are weeded out    D. are beaten

2..According to Para.3 and Pare.4, we can infer that Dr. Gibbs’moto（座右銘）may be_____

     A. “seeing is believing”        B.“Put everything in proper use”

     C. ”Practice makes perfect”     D. “No pains, no gains”

3..The underlined word robust in Para.5 most probably means______

      A. strong         B. strange         C. deep        D. old

4. Which of the following may be the author’s best prayer for his two sons now ?

  A. I wish them strong wings, with which they can fly higher and touch the sky.

  B.I wish them nice fortune so that they can meet people like Dr. Gibbs in the future.

  C.I wish them deep roots into the earth since the rains fall and the winds blow often.

  D.I wish them great shades under the tree since the sunlight is always sharp and bitter.

5. Which of the following can be the best title of the passage?

   A. A Nice Doctor                      B. The Deep Roots  

C. Adversity and Suffering              D. My Childhood Memory

 

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My Way to Success

From the day I signed up for the Naumburg Competition, everything changed. I had made a decision to start again, to save my life, and that meant a 360-degree turnaround.
I kept on practicing. An enormous amount of work had to be done in two months. I went from not practicing at all to thirteen hours a day.
I spent two weeks just playing scales. If I thought I sounded bad before, now I sounded worse than awful.
At the time I lived on 72nd Street, close to West End Avenue. I had an apartment with a window the size of a shoebox. I didn't do mylaundry. I left my apartment only to walk to Juilliard─and not onBroadway like everyone else. I walked up Amsterdam Avenue because I didn't want to see anybody, didn't want to run into anybody, didn't want anyone to ask what I was doing.
I stopped going to classes and became a hermit. I even talked Miss DeLay into giving my lesson at night.
My eating habits were awful. I lived on fried sausages, a pint of peanut butter/chocolate ice cream, and a gallon of Coca-Cola every day. That's all I ate for eight weeks.
I was nuts. I was completely obsessed with getting back into shape, with doing well in this competition. If I could, people would know I was still on earth. Not to count me out; to stop asking, “Whatever happened to Nadja?”
The last week before the Naumburg auditions, I couldn't touch the violin. I had worked and worked and worked and worked and then I just couldn't work anymore.
I certainly could have used it. I wasn't as prepared as I should have been. But I simply had to say, “Nadja, you've dedicated yourself to this thing. Ready or not, do your best.”
Fifty violinists from around the world auditioned for the competition on May 25, 26, and 27, 1981. Those that made it past thepreliminaries would go on to the semifinals. Those that passed that stage would go to the finals. In years past, one violinist was chosen as winner and two received second and third place.
On May 26, the day of my audition, I went to the Merkin Concert Hall at 67th Street and Broadway. I waited, played for twenty minutes, and went home. I couldn't tell whether the preliminary judges were impressed or not. I'd find out the next evening.
Maybe subconsciously I was trying to keep busy; that night, when I fried the sausages, I accidentally set my apartment on fire. I grabbed my cat and my violin, and ran out the door. The fire was put out, but everything in my place was wrecked.
Fortunately, the phone was okay and on the evening of May 27, I had the news from Lucy Rowan Mann of Naumburg. Thirteen of us had made it.
Talk about mixed emotions. I was thrilled to be among the thirteen; a group that included established violinists, some of whom had already made records. But it also meant I had to play the next day in the semifinals of the competition.
Everyone entering the competition had been given two lists of concertos. One was a list of standard repertory pieces. The other list was twentieth-century repertory. For our big competition piece, we were to choose from each list and play a movement from one in the semifinals, and a movement from the other in the finals─if we made it that far.
From the standard repertory list, I chose the Tchaikovsky Concerto. I had been playing the Tchaik for three years, so it was a good piece for me.
From the twentieth-century list, I chose the Prokofiev G minor Concerto. I had never played it onstage before.
My goal had been just passing the auditions, but now my thought pattern began to change. If I wanted a sliver of a chance of advancing again, my brain said, “Play your strong piece first.”
Logically, I should play the Tchaikovsky in the semifinals just to make it to the next stage. Who cared if that left me with a piece I probably wouldn't play as well in the finals of the competition? It'd be a miracle to get that far.
There wouldn't be more than seven violinists chosen for the final round, and if I were in the top seven of an international group, that was plenty good enough.
The semifinals were held on May 28 in Merkin Concert Hall. You were to play for thirty minutes: your big piece first, then the judges would ask to hear another.
There was a panel of eight judges. They had a piece of paper with my choices of the Tchaikovsky and the Prokofiev in front of them. “Which would you like to play?” they asked.
I said meekly, “Prokofiev.”
My brain and all the logic in the world had said, “Play your strong piece.” My heart said, “Go for it all. Play your weak piece now, save Tchaikovsky for the finals.”
Maybe I don't listen to logic so easily after all.
My good friend, the pianist Sandra Rivers, had been chosen as accompanist for the competition. She knew I was nervous. There had been a very short time to prepare; I was sure there'd be memory slips, that I'd blank out in the middle and the judges would throw me out. My hands were like ice.
The first eight measures of the Prokofiev don't have accompaniment. The violin starts the piece alone. So I started playing.
I got through the first movement and Sandra said later my face was as white as snow. She said I was so tense, I was beyond shaking. Just a solid brick.
It was the best I'd ever played it. No memory slips at all. Technically, musically, it was there.
I finished it thinking, “Have I sold my soul for this? Is the devil going to visit me at midnight? How come it went so well?”
I didn't know why, but often I do my best under the worst of circumstances. I don't know if it's guts or a determination not to disappoint people. Who knows what it is, but it came through for me, and I thank God for that.
As the first movement ended, the judges said, “Thank you.” Then they asked for the Carmen Fantasy.
I turned and asked Sandy for an A, to retune, and later she said the blood was just rushing back into my face.
I whispered, “Sandy, I made it. I did it.”
“Yeah,” she whispered back, kiddingly, “too bad you didn't screw up. Maybe next time.”
At that point I didn't care if I did make the finals because I had played the Prokofiev so well. I was so proud of myself for coming through.
I needed a shot in the arm; that afternoon I got evicted. While I was at Merkin, my moped had blown up. For my landlord, that was the last straw.
What good news. I was completely broke and didn't have the next month's rent anyway. The landlord wanted me out that day. I said, “Please, can I have two days. I might get into the finals, can I please go through this first?”
I talked him into it, and got back to my place in time for the phone call. “Congratulations, Nadja,”“they said. “You have made the finals.”
I had achieved the ridiculously unlikely, and I had saved my best piece. Yet part of me was sorry. I wanted it to be over already. In the three days from the preliminaries to the semifinals, I lost eight pounds. I was so tired of the pressure.
There was a fellow who advanced to the finals with me, an old, good friend since Pre-College. Competition against friends is inevitable in music, but I never saw competition push a friendship out the window so quickly. By the day of the finals, I hated him and he hated me. Pressure was that intense.
The finals were held on May 29 at Carnegie Hall and open to the public. I was the fourth violinist of the morning, then there was a lunch break, and three more violinists in the afternoon.
I played my Tchaikovsky, Saint-Sa‘ns’s Havanaise, and Ravel's Tzigane for the judges: managers, famous violinists, teachers, and critics. I went on stage at five past eleven and finished at noon. Those fifty-five minutes seemed like three days.
I was so relieved when I finished playing; I was finished! It's impossible to say how happy I was to see the dressing room. I went out for lunch with my friends. It was like coming back from the grave. We laughed and joked and watched TV.
As I returned to Carnegie Hall to hear the other violinists, I realized I'd made a big mistake: they might ask for recalls. A recall is when they can't decide between two people and they want you to play again. It's been done; it's done all the time in competitions. No way was I in shape to go onstage and play again.
In the late afternoon, the competition was over. Everybody had finished playing. Quite luckily─no recalls.
The judges deliberated for an hour. The tension in the air was unbelievable. All the violinists were sitting with their little circle of friends. I had my few friends around me, but no one was saying much now.
Finally, the Naumburg Foundation president Robert Mann came on stage.
“It's always so difficult to choose ...” he began.
“Every year we hold this competition,” Robert Mann said. “And in the past, we've awarded three prizes. This year we've elected to only have one prize, the first prize.”
My heart sank. Nothing for me. Not even Miss Congeniality.
“We have found,” Mann went on, “that second place usually brings great dismay to the artist because they feel like a loser. We don't want anyone here to feel like a loser. Every finalist will receive five hundred dollars except the winner, who will receive three thousand dollars.”
And then he repeated how difficult it was to choose, how well everyone had played ...dah, dah, dah.
I was looking down at the floor.  
“The winner is ...”
And he said my name.
A friend next to me said, “Nadja, I think you won!”
I went numb. My friends pulled me up and pointed me toward the stage. It was a long walk because I had slipped into a seat in the back. Sitting up in front was my old friend. I would have to walk right past him and I was dreading it, but before I could, he got up and stopped me.
He threw his arms around me and I threw my arms around him. I kept telling him how sorry I was. I was holding him and started to cry, saying, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” I didn't want to lose, but I really didn't want him to lose either. And he was holding me and saying, “Don't be sorry. I'm so proud of you.” It was over, and we would be friends again.
I took my bow, then ran to Juilliard. Ten blocks uptown, one block west, to give Miss DeLay the news. She could be proud of me now, too.
Suddenly, everything was clear. Playing the violin is what I'd do with my life. Heaven handed me a prize: “You've been through a lot, kid. Here's an international competition.”
Everything had changed when I prepared for the Naumburg, and now everything changed again. I made my first recording. Between September 1981 and May 1982, I played a hundred concerts in America, made one trip to Europe, then two months of summer festivals. And people asked me back.
There was a great deal of anxiety playing in Europe for the first time. But I was able to rely on my self-confidence to pull me through.
Self-confidence onstage doesn't mean a lack of nerves backstage. The stakes had increased. This wasn't practice anymore, this was my life. I'd stare into a dressing-room mirror and say, “Nadja, people have bought tickets, hired baby-sitters, you've got to calm down; go out there and prove yourself.”
Every night I'd prove myself again. My life work had truly begun

  1. 1.

    In a gesture to prepare for the competition, Nadja did all the following except _________

    1. A.
      preoccupying herself in practice
    2. B.
      trying to carry out her deeds secretly
    3. C.
      abandoning going to school for classes
    4. D.
      consuming the best food to get enough energy
  2. 2.

    How many violinists does the passage mention advanced to the finals?

    1. A.
      Four
    2. B.
      Five
    3. C.
      Six
    4. D.
      Seven
  3. 3.

    After Nadja finished playing at the finals, she went out for a while and when she came back to hear the other violinists she realized she had made a mistake because _________

    1. A.
      she forgot that there was going to be a recall
    2. B.
      she didn’t get hold of the permission to leave
    3. C.
      chances were that she had to replay and she was off guard
    4. D.
      there was another play she had to take part in in the afternoon

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One day an American friend invited me to a party． It wasn’t a real party, it was some kind of informal get-together． Since it was summer time, he had a cookout where most of his American friends and relatives were known to me, but there were others I had never met before．

       It was the most embarrassing （令人尷尬） party for me when I noticed that everybody was wearing jeans and simple T-shirts for the day, while I arrived in proper dress with my shoes and my hair all fixed for a fancy party．It was hard to explain my embarrassment to other guests．When one of them turned around and said, “What nice clothes! What’s the occasion?” I felt my face burning hot with embarrassment． I did not answer at all． If she knew how bad I already felt, she wouldn’t have come near me．But she did． Maybe she didn’t ask intentionally to make me feel bad or uncomfortable, but my reaction had to do with the way I already felt．I could have told her I had to go to another party afterwards, but I did not want to continue the conversation．

       Many times I thought about going home and changing, but I knew that they would notice．It would be even worse for me, because I knew they would quickly think that I felt out of place．So I wanted to pretend that I was okay…

       I had already realized their customs were different from mine; but after I talked to my friend, I was more convinced that people here are more casual （休閑的，隨意的）．They care less about formality, unless it is a special occasion, like a wedding or a very formal invitation．

       In contrast, my culture is totally the opposite．For instance, in Cape Verdean culture, if a friend invited me to his house on a special day, even if it is not a real party, one should appear well dressed or otherwise the host will be annoyed thinking you are disrespectful to him or the other guests．We do dress casually for going on picnic or on ordinary days, but not normally to go over to a friend’s when invited, especially if other people will be there．

       After all, I think that my problem at the party wasn’t that I wasn’t accepted by the Americans; but my feeling was so bad that I couldn’t fit in the group even if nobody noticed, because I was the one who discovered the difference in the first place．It doesn’t matter if people dress differently, but I was the only one different in the group．I felt I was the one who should adjust to their customs．After that, I decided to learn more about American culture, so now I don’t have as many problems as I’ve had in the past．

1．Which of these statements describes the cookout in the story?

       A．It was very formal．                 B．People wore casual clothing．

C．It took place in a restaurant．        D．People care more about formality．

2．This story is mainly about _________．

       A．culture differences                        B．living in the United States

C．what to do at a cookout                 D．how to get prepared for a cookout

3．It can be inferred from the story that the author _________．

       A．left the cookout early                    B．probably didn’t enjoy the cookout

C．never wears blue jeans                  D．will never go to a cookout

4．Which of the following can replace the underlined word “intentionally” in the second paragraph?

       A．Patiently．            B．Willingly．              C．Carefully．           D．On purpose．

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