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His Hands & Feet Missions Ministry, Iberia, MO (2026)

05/06/2026

We took another sibling set placement of two little girls. They have been with us for one week today, and the story of how they were placed with us is a testimony in and of itself wrapped up in brokenness. There have been so many times I’ve tried writing this out in my head, I’ve mulled it over and over. Unsure of how to say it or announce it to the world because of the judgement I know we will face from some. It’s something so personal yet so ground shaking to our entire family unit, our girls, and beyond. I know there will always be those who don’t understand the decision we have made for our family. I know there will be many who will look upon us and say we signed up for this when things get hard. But you know, when God calls you to something it’s never easy. When God calls you and asks you to say yes, how could you possibly say no? Foster care is always hard, it’s always messy, it’s always broken, and there will always be loss within it. But you know what else you will find in foster care? A new version of yourself you didn’t know existed- one that listens more, is stretched further, one that holds brokenness and beauty simultaneously. There is also so much beauty that comes with foster care- beautiful moments with beautiful children that will stretch you beyond your limits and fill your home with love you didn’t know that you needed. There will be those that won’t understand your decision, but then there’s ones that will show up for you with a fierceness you have never seen before- the ones you love the most, but strangers too. And it will shift your entire perspective in the deepest ways of the Father and His character- and His love for the motherless and the fatherless- how He shows up for them when no one else would. You will begin to see how deeply interwoven foster care is with kingdom work and realize how it truly is a calling and a ministry. You will begin to realize it was never really about you to begin with, but the love of God ministering to the children in your care through you and the ones you love. You will realize that there will always be those who won’t ever be able to understand, and that it will be their loss- because foster care is broken and messy, yes, but it’s also life altering and beautiful. If you’ve ever felt the call and feel afraid to answer, I’d love to connect with you! It’s terrifying taking the first step, but oh how I promise you that it’s worth it even when your heart breaks in the middle of it! They will always be worth showing up for, saying yes to, getting attached to, and being willing to sit with them in the middle of trauma and all that is foster care. 🤍 Love, the Bakers

“May our daughters be like graceful pillars, carved to beautify a palace.” -Psalms‬ ‭144‬:‭12‬ ‭

12/31/2025

When I went to make our Christmas cards this year I had an idea to make a “highlight” card— showcasing all of our “highlights” of the year. That’s when the realization set in… this past year we were stretched and we were pushed to our limits; this past year we didn’t have many “highlights” according to social media standards. This year felt as though we were fighting just to survive day by day. And if that’s what this year was for you too, then I hope you know that you’re not alone.

To say this was a really hard year would be an understatement. I know I recently just posted about how difficult this year and season truly has been for us and our loved ones. It was the kind of year that taught us how to pray without speaking words aloud, how to trust God even when the answers never came, and how to keep breathing even when everything around us felt as if it were crumbling.

It was a hard year, but God met us in the dark places. He met us in hospital rooms, during long and painful nights, and in moments we honestly didn’t think we would make it through—yet somehow, He gave us the strength to keep going.

No, we didn’t get everything we prayed for this year. We begged God for miracles—healing for the ones we loved most, and healing in my own body too. Miracles don’t always come the way we expect, and answers don’t always come at all. But as we step into this new year, we will do so with deeper faith, softer hearts, and a testimony that is still being built.

This was one of the hardest years we, and our family and friends, have ever walked through—but thank God, He never left any of us. Thank God that He does all things according to His will and not our own.

So our “highlights” of the year look different. We cherish our loved ones even more fiercely than before— we sit in the moment more and choose to be actively present. We are more thankful, more grateful, humbled, softer, stronger, stretched, and more dependent than ever on our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

This year has been filled with loss, trials, and heartache both for us and so many we love so dearly. But we will not allow for our joy to be lost. Though we lament and weep for the night— we know that joy comes in the morning.

May 2026 be filled with blessings to you and your family. And if 2025 was a difficult year for you, I pray that God shows you too, that He never left you in the darkest of moments you walked through.

❤️ Love, The Bakers

“O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me. O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, And give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.”
‭‭Psalm‬ ‭30‬:‭2‬-‭6‬ ‭

12/30/2025

Christmas lights feel heavier this year—
a glowing reminder that joy and grief often exist side by side.
They feel out of place, and yet, somehow, exactly where they belong.

This season of life has been the hardest. I’ve said that more than once this year. I’m sure I’ll say it again and again.
Not to complain. And not to seek sympathy.
But as a declaration that we are still standing by the grace of God, and that even here, He deserves to be glorified.

He has carried us through some of our most broken moments and held us through some of our darkest ones too. When life has thrown fiery arrow after fiery arrow and refused to let up, our God has allowed us to stand firm—anchored in Him.

Yet still, grief is heavy.
And Christmas lights do feel heavier than they used to.

In a few hours, later today, we will lay my precious Gamma to rest. And in just a few days to follow, we will also attend the funeral of one of our dearest and closest friends- our brother in Christ, Isaiah.

Christmas doesn’t feel like Christmas
when the lights are tinted by mourning
and hymns are hollowed by a heart’s cry.

Yesterday, I sat in my family’s living room as my favorite hymn filled the room.
And I had to step away to catch my breath as tears streamed down my face,
because in that moment, God asked me if I still believed the words I have long held close to my heart- the words I’ve held onto when nothing else made sense…
“Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father.”

Did I still believe—in the midst of our pain, loss, and mourning that He is faithful? In the midst of our family’s and loved one’s pain, loss, and mourning— did I still believe that He is faithful?

He didnt ask it as a question meant to condemn me, but as a gentle reminder to me of my deepest heart’s cry.

Moments later, I opened a gift from my mother in law- a sweater embroidered with trees in every season and the words,
“in every season I will praise Him.”
And I wept again—
the Lord faithfully reminding me that He knows my heart and that even in the midst of it all- He still chooses to meet me there.

The Lord faithfully reminding me that long ago, He sent His very own Son into the world as a light in the darkness, so that we might be saved. He sent Him knowing there would be sacrifice, knowing that sorrow and joy would one day exist side by side, and that hope would still be born in the midst of it all.

So yes, the lights feel heavier this year.
The empty chairs ache more than I want to admit. But I know this to be true:
great is my Father’s faithfulness.

And regardless of my circumstances,
I will choose to praise Him in every season. He is worthy to be praised. And His faithfulness doesn’t waiver.

If you, too, have a loved one in Heaven this Christmas, my heart both laments and rejoices alongside you. You are not alone, and you are allowed to grieve — even, and especially, at Christmas.

“It is of the LORD's mercies that we are not consumed, Because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: Great is thy faithfulness. The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; Therefore will I hope in him.”
‭‭Lamentations‬ ‭3‬:‭22‬-‭24‬ ‭

12/14/2025

I read something once that really summed up my childhood in the best of ways.

It was a beautifully written piece about a woman who, as a little girl, grew up with her parents having a group of friends that they did nearly every part of life with — a group of friends that became family.

And it hit home for me. My parents, too, had this “friend group” that became family. And we had family too that were just as close. But the “Aunts” and “uncles” that didn’t share blood, they didn’t have to- because the bond was there and just as strong. Some of them are in heaven now and my heart aches a little more each holiday season that they aren’t here.

I can remember as a child, sharing Christmases together as well as Fourth of July barbecues in backyards, quick swims in the hot summer evenings, Thanksgiving spreads, last minute grocery runs, soccer games, eating french fries in truck beds in McDonald’s parking lots, and so many more precious memories.

All of those countless dance party competitions in the living room with our honorary siblings.. playing Barbie’s in the floor for hours together while our parents laughed, cooked, played games, and talked in the room beside us. The birthday parties that they surprised us at by driving all the way from three hours away just to show up for a few hours to just be there… be there for us to do life together no matter the cost.

I honestly could sit here and list memory after memory… memories with the ones I cherish most.

I’m deeply grateful for the friends that became family and didn’t have to share a last name; for the friends that would drive three hours one way just to sneak in a weekend to spend together with my parents and my brother and I.

Growing up they became the ones I knew I could always count on, the ones that would bring my favorite snacks just because they knew how much I loved them. The ones that would buy my brother cases of Mac and cheese in the flavor he liked. The ones that would show up to parties and events sacrificially just so we would know how loved we were. The ones that loved us loudly, and the ones that we never had to wonder if we really mattered to them because they actively chose to show up over and over for us.

Something my parents created for us that I didn’t even know, at the time, was a genuine rarity. Something that, as I grew and learned about the world, I began to cherish more and more — something I too always longed to have and to create for my children one day.

All the precious memories made— Sunday after church getting together to share a meal, vacationing together every summer, middle of the week “pop ins” just to say hello and they loved us. My parents and their friends — our family, they showed up for each other and they did life together.

They showed up and they did the every day mundane life moments together. But they showed up to do the big life moments together too. They didn’t have live in the same town, city, or state as each other to be there for each other. It was special because they knew it was worth it to them to put in the work to make our lives together— well… work somehow. They knew it was too important to do otherwise.

And now I find myself meeting up with my childhood best friend halfway… an hour and a half drive just to see each other for a few hours. Creating memories together with our babies in tow. Showing up for each other and being there for each other no matter the cost because we know just how important it is to put in the work to make our lives together work somehow.

Because no flat tire blow out can keep us apart. No state lines, no highways, no countless hours in between us will ever take away the genuine rarity that we have. And our babies will grow up learning how precious it is to have the gift of a village that shows up for you in whatever season of life you’re in. No matter the distance.

Meeting up for a few hours to share a meal together, celebrate Christmas, and do a little swimming was chaotic, loud, fun, messy, and worth every single second that it took to get to those precious moments. I wouldn’t trade the memories we created this weekend for anything. And I’m so deeply thankful that I have friends, family, and friends that have become family that will show up and do life together with us.

And one of the best parts? Knowing that no matter what, I know I can count on my best friend to love my babies how they need to be loved- to show up for them and for us with no questions asked. I can rest in knowing they won’t be treated any differently just because they are our foster children, and rest in knowing that they will be fiercely loved no matter what. As I sat on the hotel floor with my best friend and all the kiddos sat around us, I couldn’t help but think of how blessed I felt and how grateful I was for that moment in time. I wondered if this was how my parents felt — as they watched us have love poured into us by their closest friends. It’s therapeutic, it’s healing, and it’s deeply moving to know that you have your people who will be there no matter what. The thoughtfully picked out gifts… the care that went into each package. Sitting together on a hotel floor in the middle of a town where neither of us live — just to share this moment together. It’s all truly priceless.

There isn’t a greater gift from God above than the friends and family that surround us. And each year as more people I love move to heaven, I’m humbly reminded of this truth. Don’t take the people you do life with for granted, one day all you’ll have are the memories you created together. Put in the effort and show up, you’ll never regret it.

I’m thankful for not only my best friend, my cousin, and their kiddos, but I’m thankful too for ALL of our village. For our closest friends and our family that continues to chose to actively show up for us over and over again. Your babies will always remember who showed up- and it doesn’t matter if they share a same last name, because they’ll be their family too and the memories you created together will become some of their most favorite ones. Just ask me how I know ❤️

11/15/2025

There were some poor choices my little girl made that day—nothing unusual, just the kind of decisions kids sometimes make. And like any other evening, those behaviors led to some consequences: no playtime, no TV, and some good old fashioned handwriting practice at the dining room table. All very normal. All very familiar to her.

But her reaction this time wasn’t normal.
This time, it broke me.

As tears welled up in her big blue eyes she asked me,
“Are you going to send me away because I’m a bad kid?”

In that moment, every ounce of frustration I’d felt earlier, melted away. Because standing in front of me wasn’t a child upset about consequences—she was a little girl terrified of being unwanted. Terrified of goodbyes. Terrified that love disappears if she messes up.

At just six years old, she already knows too much about loss. She already is too familiar with unexpected goodbyes.

I pulled her into my arms and held her tight.

“Making bad decisions doesn’t make you a bad kid,” I whispered. “You are a good kid with a beautiful heart. We love you. We want you here. Everyone makes mistakes—but that never changes our love for you.”

But if I stopped the story here, I’d be a hypocrite. Because the reason her words pierced my heart so deeply was that months earlier I had unintentionally planted that fear in her.

When the girls first came to live with us, I was overwhelmed. I was frustrated with the behaviors. I was exhausted. I was learning. We all were. And in one of those hard, exhausted moments, I said something like, “If your behavior doesn’t change, your caseworker might have to move you somewhere else- for your safety… for ours. You could really hurt someone or yourself.” I thought I was explaining safety. I thought I was being honest.

In reality, I was sowing insecurity into her little heart.
I didn’t realize the message she was actually hearing:

“If you mess up… you lose your home; if you mess up… we won’t love you anymore.”

So when she looked at me with those tear-filled eyes and asked, “Are you going to send me away because I’m a bad kid?” I felt the full weight of my mistake. I finally understood how she had interpreted my words all those months ago. And I knew.. she was truly asking:

“Will you still love me—even if I fail?”
“Even if I’m too much?”
Even if I make mistakes?”

So I wrapped her up, and we cried together.
I apologized—for the insecurity I caused, for the times I made her feel unsteady in her own home. I told her how I was wrong. I told her that I make mistakes too. And then I asked my six-year-old little girl for her forgiveness.

And I knew that if I want my children to grow into secure, confident, emotionally healthy adults, then I too have to model repentance and humility in front of them. Just as my mom and dad did for me when I was a child- and they still do today.

Later that night she told me about a previous foster home—how her foster mom fed her differently than her “real kids.” How the “real kids” got happy meals while she and her sister had to eat whatever was left at home. How she believed “bad kids get moved.” And then, in the softest voice, she told me she loved me and never wanted to leave our home.

My heart broke all over again.

It was heavy, it was hard, but the truth I cling to and the truth I want to instill into our girls is that Jesus doesn’t love us conditionally.
He doesn’t say, “I’ll love you, but only if you behave or act a certain way.”
His love is steady. Unchanging. Unshakeable.

That is the kind of love I want us to give to our girls.

I don’t want them growing up chasing approval or wondering if they are “good enough” to stay. I want them to know—deep in their bones—that they are wanted, chosen, valued, and loved without limits.

I’m not a perfect mom. Not even close. But I show up.
I try again every day.
I say “I was wrong” when I need to.
And I ask for forgiveness, especially from my children.

Because even though they weren’t born of my womb, they were entrusted to my heart.

They don’t owe us gratitude and they aren’t “lucky” to have us- we are the ones blessed to be part of their story.

So yes… my heart will break again and again.
I’ll get “too attached” -because honestly, how could I not?
Her six-year-old heart has endured enough pain for a lifetime, and mine can still carry a little bit more.

She deserves someone who will love her fiercely.
Love her without conditions.
Show up—again and again—no matter how hard the day has been, no matter the behaviors.

So even though I make mistakes, I can still move forward knowing that I can be a better mom tomorrow — knowing that Jesus’ grace is new for me each day too, and that in Him I can find strength and rest. I can move forward knowing that each day I spend with our girls is a gift to cherish and each new day is one that I get another chance, to try again, to be the best mom I can be. They deserve it; they deserve someone who is going to love them — all in.

So… we will love them as our own, while remembering they belong to another.

This is foster care.
This is love that holds on. ❤️ The Bakers

11/05/2025

🚫TW: Miscarriage & Loss ❤️‍🩹
Sometimes life throws you curve balls and it’s all you can do to just keep your head above water. I don’t know how people go through life without Jesus, and I don’t know how people go through life without a village. I don’t know where I would be without my Jesus or my village! I’m going to share with you a testament of the goodness of our God! It’s lengthy, it’s full of dates and details, and it’s messy. So if that isn’t for you, that’s okay too but it’s been impressed upon my heart to share our walk and our testimony. I don’t share for sympathy or “likes”, I share because it’s how I overcome the lies of the enemy- through the power of our testimony. It’s a long read, but a good one!

On August 9th I began experiencing severe abdominal pain that radiated through to my back. Normally I would take some pain pills or some other medication to ease the symptoms but nothing was cutting it. The pain was so severe I was vomiting repeatedly. I got the girls ready and we headed to church that next morning on August 10th. I was still in pain so I just took more pain pills. I had to leave church early because the pain was so extreme and when I got home I collapsed in the floor and wept like a baby. My pain tolerance is fairly high, so I knew something was wrong. I just didn’t want to go to the hospital again if I didn’t have to. I had spent more time in the hospital over the last year than I had in my entire life. Eventually I gave in and I went to the hospital. By the time we got there, the pain had finally subsided and being the stubborn woman I am- I almost left. Thank the good Lord I didn’t. We quickly found out that my gallbladder had a stone lodged in my bile duct and that it was potentially life threatening if not treated immediately.

We also found out, unexpectedly, that I was 5 weeks pregnant. This changed everything. I couldn’t receive the normal care and operations/procedures as usual. So, they transferred me via ambulance to a hospital specializing in emergency care and pregnancy to have an emergency operation. We thought we had a “failed” medicated cycle and even had a negative pregnancy test when I was two days late. So we were completely and utterly shocked. The urine and blood HCG both confirmed- pregnant. A literal miracle! We had been trying for almost 5 years and our last miscarried pregnancy was almost 3 years to the date of finding out about our little miracle surprise! They informed me of the risk of the surgery with a pregnancy so early- they ensured me that they were all hoping for the best alongside us and that they too were holding onto hope that the baby would be okay! We enlisted all of our prayer warriors!

There was a 14 mm gallstone lodged in my bile duct and the surgeon told me I was at high risk for developing pancreatitis if I hadn’t had come in to the hospital the day before. They were able to remove the stone and put two stents in, one in my bile duct and one to my pancreas, to allow stones to move through freely. Scheduled a surgery for my second trimester to remove the gallbladder itself- for when the baby would be strong enough to go through the procedure. Two nights and three days in the hospital, and one week knowing about our little miracle!

We found out on August 14th that my HCG levels dropped drastically and we received the worst news possible- we were going to miscarry this baby too. We prayed and believed for a miracle, but God didn’t allow for it to happen this time for us. I miscarried our sweet babe at 6 weeks and 1 day, on August 15th. If I hadn’t have went in when I did, I may not have ever knew he existed; if I hadn’t have went in when I did, I could have been even more sick with irreparable damage or even worse, I may not be here today! God was with us through it all- and He still is!

I didn’t make it to my next appointment to have my gallbladder removed. I had another gallbladder flare and was in excruciating pain. Another emergency surgery had to happen to have it removed. On September 8th, I had emergency surgery to have my gallbladder removed! I thought I was in the clear- I thought that my stents had been removed alongside my gallbladder, and I was so overjoyed that this nightmare of a season was behind us, but I was wrong. I got a call from my surgeons office a couple of weeks later saying that I missed my appointment to have my stents removed, and my stomach immediately sank. The nightmare continued.

So, on October 23rd I went in for my third surgery to have my stents removed that they had placed in August. And this time it was supposed to be outpatient and easy peasy. When they went in to remove the stents there were some complications, the stent broke off and they ended up having to cut me from the inside to be able to remove the stent as well as 10 more gallstones that were hanging out in there. They thought that I was in the clear, until I awoke from surgery convulsing uncontrollably and vomiting everywhere. They informed me later that my body had an inflammatory response to the surgery procedure. They admitted me and tested all of my levels- which were through the roof! At that time they began pumping me with antibiotics and scheduled me for another emergency surgery. The surgeon said that the only reason my numbers could be that high was due to some residual stones that may have lodged themselves in my liver duct. I had this awful feeling that I was going to die in the next surgery! I later found out that is an “affect” sepsis can have on your mind. It was a terrifying experience.

They took me back the following day for surgery, again, and they did find more stone fragments and sludge blocking my liver duct. They said I had papillary stenosis and that in order to clear the blockage in the liver duct, they had to cut me deeper internally and place another stent to extend it. I found out upon discharge that I had sepsis and that’s why they were taking all the precautions and doing all of the procedures they had done. I have had to have my labs drawn weekly since I left the hospital- to make sure that my numbers are trending down and not up since I was still at risk for sepsis.

God has answered prayers through all of this- I prayed that the stent wouldn’t have to be in for 8-10 more weeks and that God would somehow show me He was with me during yet another hospital stay! The “outpatient procedure” that turned into 2 nights and 3 days in the hospital, God showed me He was there the whole time. I didn’t know how sick I was- but God protected me. The surgeon told me if he were a betting man that the stent would have to stay in place for 8-10 weeks. But I will get to have it removed at week 4. God showed me and continues to show us that He is with us!

So, with all of this being shared- I have my (hopefully) final surgery scheduled for the day before Thanksgiving to have the liver duct stent removed. So your prayers in this would be greatly appreciated.

I share all of this to share the goodness of my God! He has carried me through the darkest, scariest, and most difficult season of my life. He is the reason I’m still here and He is the reason why I’m sharing this testimony. While I may not understand why all of these things have happened, and I may not understand why our baby couldn’t stay with us earth-side, I know that I’ll never stop praising my God. I’ll never stop proclaiming the goodness of God. I’ve shared this testimony three times now, and the enemy’s attacks are never ceasing. But I won’t stop sharing it and I won’t stop giving honor to the God who created me, regardless of our circumstances. Because regardless of what I’m feeling or going through- my God is still good and He is still worthy of praise.

It’s been in the darkness where God has met me with His outstretched arms of light. It has been in the loneliest of places where the pain felt too much that He has shown me that He was always right there by my side. It was in the depths of the trenches of postpartum depression that God showed up and held on tight- never letting go. (I didn’t know that you can suffer from postpartum depression after miscarriage, but quickly learned that to your body- miscarriage is no different than delivery and your hormones still bottom out .) And I can honestly say that this tragedy and this season of trial, sickness, and pain has only drawn us closer together as husband and wife and closer to the Lord. The devil can try all he wants, he will never steal my faith , my joy, or my hope in God. We have peace, we have joy- all unexplainable because of the literal hell we have been through. But God! How faithful is our God? He stayed by our sides and comforted us, He sent so many people to bless and encourage us, He showed up through each nurse and doctor and EMT- through the whole process He WAS there.

So yes, while we may not understand why our little miracle couldn’t stay with us earth side, we know that God has a plan and that He isn’t finished yet! The enemy didn’t win, though it may seem like he has. God has given us a promise and we won’t let it go! So while to the world our situation may look bleak- we have sunshine, we have joy, we have peace, we have hope, and we are rejoicing in knowing our sweet baby is in the arms of Jesus and playing with his brothers in Heaven! Thank you all for your prayers, for the texts and calls, for the meals delivered, the flowers, cards, and thoughtful gifts. The ones that jumped in and helped us with our girls and our sweet pup when we couldn’t be there for them. The ones that stoped by just for a hug and a sweet gift! The ones that stopped by just to sit with us and pray when there were no words to make sense of what happened and why. The day may not be good- but God is still a good father! The battle may seem lost, but God is still on our side. The clouds may seem dark, but the sun is still shining!

I would have never thought I would still be standing after 4 surgeries and a miscarriage in only 2 months time- but God has given peace and a strength we cannot explain and God truly is holding us up! We don’t have to understand, we still believe that God is in control and that He still has a plan. He hasn’t left us and He never will! This pain has a purpose; our baby’s life, no matter how short, has a purpose! And we don’t know what we would do without our village but we are forever grateful! Please continue to be in prayer for us as I have the other surgery in the upcoming weeks. Love to you all ♥️ The Bakers

“To our sweet baby,
I carried you for 43 days
We all knew you were a boy
You were 6 weeks and one day old
You were loved, wanted, held, and if our love could have kept you here with us then you surely would have lived forever
You were Due on April 10th, 2026
We Found out about you on August 10th, 2025 when mommy was pregnant with you at only 5 weeks
We Miscarried you on August 15th, 2025 at 6 weeks and 1 day old
The week we spent with you, that we knew you were there, was one of the greatest blessings we have ever been given. We love you baby boy and cannot wait to meet you one day in Heaven ”

To all three of our sweet babes, we love you and we know you’ll handpick your future siblings for us from heaven 🤍

Judah due 10.8.2021 👼
Simeon due 4.30.2024 👼
Aaron due 4.10.2026 👼

Joshua and I took these photos “just in case something bad happens”, which is what pregnancy after loss looks like. And golly, I’m so glad we took them. Something about knowing our sweet babe was there with us in these photos is just so healing ❤️‍🩹❤️

Job 13:15 “Though he slay me, yet will trust in him: But l will maintain mine own ways before him.” ❤️

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