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I pass by and off they go: "Hey gorgeous,

I'm going to fuck you, I'll do it all to you."

A man was in the doorway masturbating,

and he said, "Hey gorgeous, help me to finish" and so on,

my friend was scared.

That's a crime, we're taking crimes as normal.

Do they have to rape you for there to be proof?

I wasn't raped but I was abused.

It's not fair.

Today you have to have bruises

or all black and blue it seems,

you often have to be terrible psychologically

before they believe you.

At Uni, victims always agree:

reporting it is worse than the actual abuse.

If you're female, it'll happen:

it's the one thing all the tales they tell you have in common.



I'm so grateful for the work they did with me

and with the other girls.

I came to see Sonia.

-One second. -Okay.

I'm getting on with my work,

I'm still working on the issue of gender-based violence.

I focus on it this way and I'm very happy.

This work is calledEnough is Enough!

I decided to do something

that would attract attention. This was the result.


When it was almost finished,

I saw what I'd really done;

really, with this piece I was remembering

something I had experienced,

that had happened to me.

She tries to leave this thing in the past behind her.

She's fighting to get out of the photo.

I wasn't sure if I should show it, all that exposure:

this is me, me and my story.

A sculpture in silicone with an image behind it, a photograph.

Photography is always past tense,

something that just happened or happened.

It depicts the despair, the rage,

the impotence, the revulsion.

It describes all we feel

when we suffer some form of abuse.

So the sculpture is trying to come out of that past experience, that moment.

For me it's another way to denounce what happened

in a more visible way.

If they don't hear me one way, they will this way.




This isn't something that happens to "some" women

and is done and committed by "some" men.


It's something that belongs to our day to day,

something that's, in some way, present

in our most common-place scenarios,

at work, at college,

family, intimate, emotional settings, etc.

Since we were 12, I'd go partying with him,

hang out in the park, he'd sleep over at my house, I'd stay at his.


Recently we went to a party and he stayed in my house.

When I woke up the next morning, he'd gone,

which was completely unusual in my friend.

Then, thinking back to the party, we were a little drunk, both of us.

I'm sure he touched me that night, without my consent.

I was 16. I'd been going out with a boy for a month.

Right from the start he'd wanted to have sex,

but I didn't feel ready and I told him so several times.

One day he invited me home and when I got there he'd prepared

candles and made it all romantic.

Then he started kissing me,

pushing me against the wall.

I told him I wasn't ready but he ignored me and went on and on

and in the end, I gave in.

Sometimes when I invite boys I know

over to my house to chat

and right away they start thinking they're in there and they get closer,

they start hugging you, touching you and if you resist

they insist and then you use your best excuse:

"It's late, I'm busy, off you go."

He was someone who'd helped me,

I trusted him.

Little by little he'd earned my trust

and of course, when it happened the first time, when I suffered abuse,

I really didn't believe it was happening.

That this person,

a health-care professional,

is abusing me?

I didn't understand.

It kept on


on other occasions

and out of fear, shame,

different emotions I felt, I couldn't tell anyone.

I didn't know it was so serious,

the gravity of the matter.

Then, over time, when we made a break,

when I had to go back, I said no way, I couldn't.

I didn't want to see him again.

We tend to think

they have problems of social exclusion, addictions

or they're people with certain mental illnesses, pathologies,...


...strange men, perverts, psychopaths, don't we?

And sexual violence

is a violence

that has an ally:

secrecy, silence,

the taboo, the shame, the stigma.

Of course, so much time went by

that when I talked about it,

I'd held it in so long

that I felt devastated.

When I talked about it, for me that was the hardest thing

that's ever happened to me, because I didn't...

Besides, I remember

and I'm getting upset, I really had a bad time.

It was hard,

my world came crashing down on me.

I didn't know what to do with my life, I...

Until I talked about it

and I went to therapy,

I hadn't even forgiven myself

because I felt so guilty.

Guilty, disgusted, I don't know.

A feeling, different emotions I had

that didn't let me be myself and move on.

Just lodging a complaint made me feel better.

Above all, doing something that would stop him doing it again,

so there wouldn't be another victim.

I don't get it. Must they rape you for there to be proof?

I haven't been raped, abused, yes.

It's not right.

That person, he's not right in the head

and he shouldn't be in that profession, healthcare.

These women who suffer this type of violence

not by a partner or their ex, haven't the same global protection,

they have no right to legal aid,

their case won't be heard in a court specializing

in gender-based violence,

they don't have access to the same type of aid or rights

as women victims of gender-based violence have.

However, integrated law 5/2005 of the Community of Madrid

does consider the sexual violence we are seeing

as a form of chauvinist violence. So, in 2005, they set up

the Care Center for Victims of Sexual Violence.



This is a very important resource because another judicial body

can review all this,

look at the statements made during the proceedings,

all the evidence we have provided so that they can consider

if there is proof of this.

If the appeal is successful,

that means the proceedings are reopened

and we go to trial where later...

I could talk?

You can make a declaration, talk, they'll listen

and then we'll try and get a conviction, that's our goal.

As we said from the outset, whatever it takes.

Since then I've been working on a series of works,

for an exhibition that'll be calledMoving on.

Each work represents a stage of the process.

This one's half way through the process:


She's a bit calmer now,

although she still has this posture of retreat.

This one has a more challenging look.

"Here I am. Nobody's can put me down or hurt me."

This is one of the last ones, she's more liberated now,

although she still has her hand on her chest

and on her head as if she wants to get away

from all that happened.

There's lots of space, a lot of air at the top,

I thought she needed to breathe

and feel more free.

Not the same.

No, I don't think I ever will be.

But I do consider that I am an improved version of myself

because that fear

and that dread that something might happen,

that protects me too.

When suddenly a man I didn't know and had never seen before

came up to me and touched me all over suggestively.


I was scared and my first reaction was to turn him away, to push him.

Luckily my friends and girlfriends

ran over quickly to get him away from me because he was coming back

in a threatening manner.

I was sitting waiting for the train

and someone goes pssst! I turn around,

a man was masturbating.

And, well, the feeling I had, I guess you can imagine,

the feeling of anger, disgust,

I didn't know what to do, if I should leave, move away.

We were topless and then we see an older man

who was doing nudism and he had a hard-on

and we began to feel uncomfortable,

we covered ourselves and left.

Sexual violence make use of what?

It uses these myths

so we believe there's only one type of sexual violence

and it uses the lack of social awareness

and the silence surrounding sexuality and sexual issues.

Every form of sexual violence regardless

of whether it involves the use of force, intimidation or penetration

is a very serious violation of human rights.

They're crimes against sexual freedom, in the criminal code.

It's a public health problem. See the statistics, the prevalence,

the frequency shown in the research.

And it's a form of chauvinist violence.

And we live in a society

that teaches women not to be raped

instead of teaching men not to rape.

"It's the holidays, you know."


That's what the police themselves told me,

and lots of people on the street

told me not to make such a fuss,

even the cops themselves

kept on asking me

if the two boys had touched me.

SPAIN 2016





One time he hit me and left me unconscious,

he started sexually assaulting me.


It was very hard,

I didn't stop fighting,

I wanted away, I pushed him,

but I didn't have the strength.

I remember it in flashes, not as a sequence,

I was losing consciousness.

Suddenly I saw the boy look up and he ran off

because my boyfriend and my friends heard me and found me.

They had been looking for me for five hours,

seeing I wasn't there,

but I could only remember the last moments

and then, later, I found out

when the police came and interrogated me,

they told me there'd been other people.

Five guys pushed me into a car unconscious,

they took me to a forest and did...

I don't know what, I only remember the end.

He was the husband of my mother.

My stepfather.

It happened three years ago, when I was 15.

It was a day

just like today,

I have the date etched in my head

and each year that passes I remember that day.

He seemed like a normal person,

he acted like a second father.

He behaved quite well,

everything seemed okay the first two years,

but then he started

spying on me by WhatsApp.

He had a program that let him read my conversations.

He knew where I was, what I was doing,

I don't know if he followed me.

One day he held a knife to my neck.

And then he asked for forgiveness.

I ended up accepting it

so that everything could go on as normal,

so my mum could get on with her life.

After that he was fine, for a while he was in a good mood,

then another time he wasn't

and the psychological abuse began.

And well, the day it happened

I was, I was in my house.

I was there for lunch time.

He got lunch ready, he liked cooking, preparing meals.

He started saying that he wasn't well,

because he felt desire for me,

that I had...

I had made him all confused,

he couldn't take anymore

and he got up and went to the kitchen,

grabbed a knife, sat down beside me,

looked me in the eye

and said, "Come here."

I said, "No."

"Come here."


He grabbed my hand and I pushed it away.

The knife was in his other hand.

I was crying on the sofa.

He dragged me to the bedroom

and he threatened that if I didn't do it

it was either him or me.

And then it happened.

Afterwards, he told me to shower.

He had it all planned,

he knew you can't leave any traces

if at all possible.

I went to a family planning centre for a pill.

That day I felt nauseated.

I was alone all afternoon.

Then I met my friends and my boyfriend

and they saw the bruise on my eye

and, of course, they always ask

and you have to lie to them.

I've had moments of weakness.

Times you feel very alone,

uncomfortable about telling your family,

you don't know how they'll react, if they will believe you,

Maybe they will, maybe they won't.

It was on the news, but the emphasis was on if I'd been drinking

if I wasn't partly to blame.

Not totally, but the emphasis was more on me,

not on what had really happened,

not as if I deserved it,

but hey, on a party night

it's as if it were "normal", in inverted commas.

Many women think they're to blame for what happened to them

because they didn't defend themselves or get away.

But the reality is that when you help them see

that they did try and there was no way,

they see that freezing was a choice,

it was a way to ensure their survival.

What does society think?

That when a woman freezes,

she's giving her consent, saying yes,

that if a woman doesn't defend herself tooth and nail

and doesn't do all she possibly can to get away from there,

it's because she really

is consenting or it's not really all that harmful.

That's why in most cases

there are no physical or vaginal injuries.

That does not mean there was no resistance.

I felt empty, as if I had no feelings,

I was cold,

but when I went to the psychologist they told me

I needed people around me to know about it

because it was something that affected them too.

Then, after...

quite a lot of weekly sessions,

I went every week,

after three months, I decided to talk about it.

That day that I saw my mother was a bit lost

about what was going on and I said

I had to

give her an answer

to her questions.

That was one of the reasons and the other was that I felt

he was laughing in my face because sometimes the family

would get together on a Sunday and he'd be there

and act as if nothing had happened.

And I, too, had to act as if nothing had happened.

I had to share it with someone,

I wanted my family to know the truth,

who this person was, what he had done to me,

how he was playing with them.

I wanted him to get out of our lives.

And the day I reported him it was the beginning

of a long process that has taken two years.

In the end justice has been done.

I was lucky with the lawyer I have had

because at the beginning it wasn't easy,

since there was no evidence.

Everything was based on my statement,

the one I made, the one by my mother,

my father, my friend

and my boyfriend at that time.

It took two years to come to trial.

He was sentenced to 13 years and six months.

One of the first questions they asked me,

they didn't let anybody be with me in the courtroom, no friend, no family,

the lady prosecutor asked me what I was wearing.


At that moment I felt...

really assaulted by the prosecutor

and I didn't know how to react.

I feel bad because my first thought was:

"What had I on? Which jersey? The red or the blue one?".

But I couldn't answer her

what I now think I should have said: that it didn't matter,

it wasn't relevant given the aggression I'd suffered.

It was three years until the trial took place.

I only remembered and recognized one of them, he's in jail,

13 years in jail,

but the other four were innocent

as if they weren't guilty of anything, even if they had declared

that they joked about what they were going to do to me in the car,

and they accused one another.

So clearly they were involved, but I couldn't remember how,

and because of that, they were innocent.

There was physical evidence that I had been on that car and they, too,

but they're scot-free, no indictment, nothing.

I was relieved.

And knowing justice had been done,

with all the setbacks there'd been,

you breathe a sigh of relief

after such a long time.

You come out stronger, you've no other choice.

You have to begin to think positively.

You know life goes on, what happened, happened,

it's in the past

and you have to get on with your life.

I find I don't trust men as much.

These days I can't,

it makes me uncomfortable

when men his age look at me,

I feel I'm provoking them.

Even today, I still have that feeling.

I stopped putting on makeup

because I felt I was provoking them.

But now I do.

I want to look pretty just for me, I know I'm not getting dolled up

for all those men who look at me, but I'm not provoking them,

I like to get dolled up just for me.




What about these statistics?

I think that more women

suffer sexual violence than what the surveys say.

I think very few haven't suffered street harassment.

Even so, as statistics go, it's very high but,

as Laura says, it does not reflect the reality.

two of them cornered me against a wall, the other one was at the wheel,


I froze, I know I was up against a wall

but I couldn't say anything.

I only remember one of them said,

"Let's go, she looks scared and that puts me off."

The two boys caught up with me

and they circled me with their arms,

so there was no way I could move.

I managed to get out of the ring they had put me in

and the two of them were staring at me

and screaming they were coming home with me,

asking me where I lived.

Among the crowds, something made me look

down and I saw that the hand touching me was behind me,

not in front of me and I turned around and a man had taken advantage

of the situation to put his hand down there and start touching

my pubis and was enjoying himself, until I realized and pushed him away.

What happens if you are in the underground or a bus

and a man, a guy, you feel a hand touching

your bottom or your breast.

What comes to mind?

A smack.

Give him an elbow...


Do we always react?

-No. -Why?

Perhaps we're enjoying it?


So, what's going on?

Why don't we defend ourselves?

Why don't we scream or...?

You freeze, you're thinking,

"What's happening to me, is it real?

Yes, it is."

You want to believe it wasn't intentional.

But if I think it was intentional and it's making me really uneasy,

why don't I say anything?

You think nobody'll back you up, as normally they don't, so you shut up.

If I have doubts, maybe because I've learnt

that this isn't sexual violence

and if I speak out they'll say I'm exaggerating

so maybe it's better if I say nothing.

Rather than feel more guilty, I'll say nothing.

Nobody asks when there has been a robbery,

why was that person carrying money?

Why did it ever occur to them to go to the ATM?

Nobody has any doubts about other types of crime or fraud

like pretending they've robbed you at home

and reporting it to the insurance company, for example.

Nobody thinks twice about such complaints.

Why do they constantly doubt those women

who do not match this profile of real rape?

And even those who do can start thinking things like,

"if I hadn't gone so late, if I hadn't gone out alone,

if I hadn't been drinking,

if I hadn't dressed that way...".

Why is the focus always on the woman or girl

who has put that image over?

If sexual abuse exists, there can be no equality.


If I believe I am entitled to another person's body

and that I can invade their space,

I'm not being fair with equality and above all,

the relationship I have with the person beside me isn't fair.

Even the fear of being sexually assaulted

is teaching us to have a secondary role in this society,

because anyone who is afraid plays a secondary role

in this society compared to someone who isn't, no?

In 14 years, how many times have you talked about sexual assault...


...or sexual approaches to another person

or of being afraid or not being afraid,

or of prevention or self-defence?

How often have you talked about this?

Like today, in such detail? All they do is show us a condom.

Nothing more than that, no.

So, over a period of 14 years in the educational system

you have had five hours

on sexual emotional issues,

on people coming up to you,

on being afraid or not of aggression?

On how we women have lived sexual assaults

or the possibility of them,

about how boys, when it comes to sexual assaults,

what they think is sexual assault, and what isn't?

You're saying that in 14 years the educational system,

the public school system has given you 5 hours of classes

in 14 years, isn't that so?

I'd have been six or seven.


A distant relative came home one day.

I didn't know him but he sat me on his lap

and began rubbing his genitals against me

in a very subtle way but I could feel it perfectly well.

I felt extremely uncomfortable,

I started to protest,

and I got away as best I could.

But they gave off at me, especially my mother,

"What a bad girl you've been".

It was sexual abuse. I was 13

and the abuse by my stepfather

went on for 7 years.

And years later I found out that this individual

had been in prison for having sexually abused

a mentally retarded teenager.

He used manipulation to abuse me;

affection, manipulated love,

also gifts, all sorts of gifts, luxuries almost.

I found it hard to forgive my mother,

how she, knowing about that episode,

had been able to leave me

defenceless in that situation.

You begin to feel fear you didn't have before:

nowadays I don't sleep as I used to.

Nerves I never had before...

It affects you a lot at that level and always, I think.

At university, it's much worse

once you start reporting things

than when they're harassing you.


Because of all you go through.

People see you as different, they don't believe you,

they make you a victim again, they fail you,

they don't let you fill a vacancy, they reject your thesis,

they say awful things about you on a sexual, family or personal level,

things you can't begin to imagine, and worse.

An aggressor at university isn't an aggressor in society.

He's an aggressor because the university protects him.

He doesn't do it elsewhere.

The harassment began with emails

full of sexual content:

"I like you a lot in class, I'd like to have a coffee with you,

I live wherever, here's my address, we can meet in my house."

There was pressure every day.

I was in the front row, always working way.

Every day he'd turn up,

he always arrived at the start of the class.

He'd say, "let's have coffee, I'd really like to get together."

It was terrible, I couldn't walk around faculty for the fear I felt

if I were to see him, if I saw him in the bar,

with friends or colleagues.

I was scared, when I saw him it was like an obsession.

I told a lady teacher in the department

that he was bothering me, how uncomfortable I was in class

and I wanted to change to the afternoon group.

She said that would be worse because the lady teacher in the afternoon

was in his working group, so that would only make things worse.

That was when I realized that everybody knew about it,

maybe not everybody, but they know

and they do nothing

and they teach you to shut up and to say "pay no heed".

It's not the women who have been raped this year,

which is quite chilling by the way,

or how many adolescent women have been raped

in their schools or nearby.

But how many women suffer constant sexual harassment

every day and remain silent or accept it as normal?

That's precisely the real problem right now,

Why do we consider that male aggression

is normal?

Why is that so?

It's allowed just like so many things are allowed,

because masculinity is normalized because, remember,

in a patriarchal space, power is masculine.

When you talk about it, it's always someone else's problem,

a problem you have at a given time.


It's not seen as a problem that most women have

when we are on the street: the flirtatious remarks,

when you're on the street at night and someone follows you

or you just see a gang of boys at night

and you cross for fear of what they might say or do.

This is "normal". People don't give it the importance it deserves:

you're walking down a street and you're uncomfortable.

Fathers, mothers with boys, girls

and eight men with their motorbikes

shouting things at the two of us and nobody said anything,

only first my friend and then me, encouraged after her.

But this is standard behaviour and nobody thinks it's sexual violence.

The people nearby did nothing

and I began to feel really scared.

People think that the people who do this have some sort of problem,

that there's no filter, but you mention it to other women

and it's fairly common.

A man you know, or don't know,

touches you without your consent

and that's normal, and I think it shouldn't be normal.

It shouldn't be normal for someone to masturbate

on the street and they even call you to look.

That's a crime.

I told a teacher in the department,

Ramon Flecha, my Master's degree Professor,

he was my Tutor, that was also when I decided to work

on sexual harassment in the university, for my dissertation,

I thought people should know about this.

I showed him the email. "Help, I don't know what to do,

my parents say report him if I want, but I don't dare."

And then I asked him to report him for me and he said he would.

Ramon reported it to Faculty but there was no reply

to the letter he wrote, attaching my emails.

So he reported it to Harvard, advising Harvard

that this professor was using

the name of Harvard

in emails that contained harassment.

This international support was very important

because now they know about it at Harvard,

now it's not something happening here,

we can't say this isn't happening here.

It was the first time a professor was disciplined

for sexual harassment in a university in Spain,

which was a big deal.

The university said there was nothing they could do

so the case went to the prosecutor's office.

We were 14 victims, we undertook

the entire process of the complaint.

And they said that the content of the emails

was highly sexual, with photos,

with photos in the nude, insinuations,

explaining sexual acts by email, which was...

Or like, "I have your photo here, I'm doing this" or whatever.

I didn't want to have sex with him anymore

but he began to insist.


And when I got uncomfortable because he was harassing me,

he said his attitude was normal and

"We're friends, how come you reject me now?

I'm not doing anything wrong."

And he'd call me, and call me, and text me,

so I decided to wipe him

from all my social networks.

As I didn't answer him, he insisted and he sent me

videos and photos with sexual content,

photos of his genitals,

very explicit videos.

"Hegemonic masculinity". And this model makes it all worth more.

Just see if it's worth more,

that we boys are always erect and girls aren't.

Whoever designed the symbols was, by chance, a man.

That's why I put them all to the same side.

Because it balances things more.

When we received the decree dismissing the case,

God what a disaster, it was really hard.

Also, because we saw it had prescribed

as the university hadn't wanted to start the case earlier.

We somehow channeled this "defeat" into a struggle,

and we look upon it as something positive

because for the first time

we had an attorney's report that clearly said:

"A university professor has sexually harassed 14 students".

Then, in my Master's degree, so much happened,

the reprisals, the consequences of reporting him.

I went from being the best student to the worst

And what had changed? Just that I had reported him.

Nothing else.

Every day a professor would stop talking to me,

every day a student would stop saying hello,

every day somebody would look the other way,

every day of my life, incredible.

What made me keep going was when one a day, my examiner asked me

why I was working on this topic.

I told him that after the Master's I wanted to do a doctoral thesis on it

and I told him, "Because I think society deserves to know

where they are sending their daughters."

Prevention and fear, it's about women.

Prevention and change, it's not about men.

They tell girls to be careful, but they don't tell boys:

don't do what you don't want others to do to you.

They don't tell boys not to assault someone,

you wouldn't like them to attack you.

The system of control is focused on women.

It's a very serious mistake because what we're doing is

allowing this male space to exist.

The thesis is called "Solidarity Networks

and Student Mobilisation against Sexual Violence

in the University", because it's precisely

through this student mobilization we can manage,

on the one hand, to put pressure on the organisations

and on the other hand we can be the support that the victims need.

In fact, in the US, if you as a teacher or a friend,

know of any case, you are obliged to make it known, if you don't

you are part of the problem, you're letting it happen,

and that just can't be.

So, we set up this network, the first one in Spain among peers

against gender violence in the university.

The thesis is a comparison between this first complaint

in Barcelona and the first complaint

in the University of California, Berkeley, in 1979.

And the main conclusions, there are many differences,

but the most important one, I think, is the reputation:

how the two universities see their reputation.

While at the university of Barcelona you can understand prestige

as "this doesn't happen here;

sexual harassment does not exist",

in the US, the university of Berkeley says:

"We know this happens, as in any institution,

we have many mechanisms, we involve ourselves,

we improve our laws if they are not sufficient

and we support the victims."

In fact, in the US they say,

"We are happy because there are more complaints",

they consider it a success because they say the victims

trust in the institution enough to complain.

Another conclusion of my thesis is

that if we do not support the supporter,

the person always at the side of the victims,

we will not end sexual harassment.

Everyone who has given me support has suffered some type of harassment

and ever since the 90s, in the States they call that

"second degree sexual harassment".

He was away from class for two years.

We wanted to ensure he had no contact with students

and we managed that for two years.

And then, in 2016, in the summer, the two years were over

and he said he wanted to return

and the university said okay, come back.

And that was when we said

we couldn't believe this was happening.

All of this is happening at an interesting time,

when equalism is gaining strength.

What is equalism?

Equalism is that social feeling of "well, it's not happening to me".

Or that social feeling that

"I know women who don't have surgery done."

"I know women who also give their husbands a hard time."

"I know a case of violence

where a woman assaulted her husband."

Me too, but it's not the norm.

We try to compensate this reality which is tremendously unfair

with a circumstantial case.

Equalism is also not being able to see the subtlety,

what we don't see.

For me, sex attacks we don't see

are more serious than the ones we do.

Maybe he thought I wasn't saying no to him.

But I don't have to say no to him, I have to say yes to him.

"No means no" is fine, but if I don't say yes, then it's no.

STOP means NO WAIT means NO







If something happens to you,

don't hesitate to tell somebody, please.

When you're silent,

you suffer,

your family suffers, though you may not know it yet.

Report it, don't let them make us victims again, be survivors,

improve our personal and professional life,

that's what I honestly think, because it empowers you

and that fact serves for more people, it helps.

At first it all seems black, but there's a way out,

but you have to take measures.

You have to report them.

Enough, that's enough abuse, enough attacks on women,

and enough enough hurt and pain.

That's what I think: enough is enough!


Enough is enough!

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Documentos tv - Voces contra el silencio - Subtitulado en inglés

30 may 2017

En España se denuncian tres violaciones al día y una agresión sexual cada hora.
La violencia sexual que denuncian las mujeres es la punta del iceberg de un problema que sufren a diario miles de ellas.
Muchas mujeres se rebelan contra el silencio que mantiene oculta, en demasiadas ocasiones, esta clase de violencia.

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