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		<title>By: Erin</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014/comment-page-1#comment-4015</link>
		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 19:54:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That is so awesome about the progress of your son! I go to Harding Academy in Searcy and we heard about the accident and prayed for your family! I have heard so many wonderful things about your family, and I hope someday I have the chance of meeting you. I go to the College Church, but I was born in 1991, so have never seen you in person! Thanks for your encouragement! 
God Bless!!
Erin Gurchiek</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That is so awesome about the progress of your son! I go to Harding Academy in Searcy and we heard about the accident and prayed for your family! I have heard so many wonderful things about your family, and I hope someday I have the chance of meeting you. I go to the College Church, but I was born in 1991, so have never seen you in person! Thanks for your encouragement!<br />
God Bless!!<br />
Erin Gurchiek</p>
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		<title>By: Keith</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014/comment-page-1#comment-4014</link>
		<dc:creator>Keith</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 17:18:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Good job Courtney. Your priorities are encouraging. I hope you washed his hair much earlier than you posted your comment!1:35 a.m.! Get some sleep...much more shampooing to do.
Keith</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Good job Courtney. Your priorities are encouraging. I hope you washed his hair much earlier than you posted your comment!1:35 a.m.! Get some sleep&#8230;much more shampooing to do.<br />
Keith</p>
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		<title>By: Courtney &#38; Co.</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014/comment-page-1#comment-4013</link>
		<dc:creator>Courtney &#38; Co.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mike,
I wondered over to your blog from my friend Randy Clay&#039;s.  
I remember hearing about the accident your son and others were involved in when we first arrived in Wichita Falls, TX from Utah.  I remember hearing the prayer request from a teacher I work with at Wichita Christian School and thinking, I want more then anything to run from this room, find my three boys and hold them as tightly as I can.  
A few nights ago, I was reading your blog about washing your son&#039;s hair and I all I could do was cry.  Just 5 minutes before I read your words, I told my six year old to wash his own hair because I was tired and I just wanted to sit down and rest.  When I read the account of a father who joyful washed the hair of a son he almost lost to a heartbreaking accident, I wiped my eyes and thanked God for turning my heart back to the joy of having my sons (and all the simple pleasures, like washing hair, I would dearly miss if they were suddenly taken from me).  I turned my computer off and asked my son if he would please let me wash his hair.  He smiled and said, &quot;But I thought you were too tired to help me.&quot;  I sat down on the floor beside the bathtub and said, &quot;Jimmy, I am tired! But right now I can&#039;t think of anything else in the world that I would rather do then wash your hair.&quot;  
As I washed Jimmy&#039;s hair and gave him a sudsy mohawk followed by nice set of soapy foamy spikes, I thought of you and Chris and about how thankful I am that you and I both get another day to wash hair.    
From this day, and well past the point that our boys grow-up, start locking the bathroom doors and the extent of our involvement in their hygiene routines stops at the purchasing of the shampoo, I will be forever thankful for each and every hair on their precious heads.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mike,<br />
I wondered over to your blog from my friend Randy Clay&#8217;s.<br />
I remember hearing about the accident your son and others were involved in when we first arrived in Wichita Falls, TX from Utah.  I remember hearing the prayer request from a teacher I work with at Wichita Christian School and thinking, I want more then anything to run from this room, find my three boys and hold them as tightly as I can.<br />
A few nights ago, I was reading your blog about washing your son&#8217;s hair and I all I could do was cry.  Just 5 minutes before I read your words, I told my six year old to wash his own hair because I was tired and I just wanted to sit down and rest.  When I read the account of a father who joyful washed the hair of a son he almost lost to a heartbreaking accident, I wiped my eyes and thanked God for turning my heart back to the joy of having my sons (and all the simple pleasures, like washing hair, I would dearly miss if they were suddenly taken from me).  I turned my computer off and asked my son if he would please let me wash his hair.  He smiled and said, &#8220;But I thought you were too tired to help me.&#8221;  I sat down on the floor beside the bathtub and said, &#8220;Jimmy, I am tired! But right now I can&#8217;t think of anything else in the world that I would rather do then wash your hair.&#8221;<br />
As I washed Jimmy&#8217;s hair and gave him a sudsy mohawk followed by nice set of soapy foamy spikes, I thought of you and Chris and about how thankful I am that you and I both get another day to wash hair.<br />
From this day, and well past the point that our boys grow-up, start locking the bathroom doors and the extent of our involvement in their hygiene routines stops at the purchasing of the shampoo, I will be forever thankful for each and every hair on their precious heads.</p>
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		<title>By: Courtney &#38; Co.</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014/comment-page-1#comment-8623</link>
		<dc:creator>Courtney &#38; Co.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mike,
I wondered over to your blog from my friend Randy Clay&#039;s.  
I remember hearing about the accident your son and others were involved in when we first arrived in Wichita Falls, TX from Utah.  I remember hearing the prayer request from a teacher I work with at Wichita Christian School and thinking, I want more then anything to run from this room, find my three boys and hold them as tightly as I can.  
A few nights ago, I was reading your blog about washing your son&#039;s hair and I all I could do was cry.  Just 5 minutes before I read your words, I told my six year old to wash his own hair because I was tired and I just wanted to sit down and rest.  When I read the account of a father who joyful washed the hair of a son he almost lost to a heartbreaking accident, I wiped my eyes and thanked God for turning my heart back to the joy of having my sons (and all the simple pleasures, like washing hair, I would dearly miss if they were suddenly taken from me).  I turned my computer off and asked my son if he would please let me wash his hair.  He smiled and said, &quot;But I thought you were too tired to help me.&quot;  I sat down on the floor beside the bathtub and said, &quot;Jimmy, I am tired! But right now I can&#039;t think of anything else in the world that I would rather do then wash your hair.&quot;  
As I washed Jimmy&#039;s hair and gave him a sudsy mohawk followed by nice set of soapy foamy spikes, I thought of you and Chris and about how thankful I am that you and I both get another day to wash hair.    
From this day, and well past the point that our boys grow-up, start locking the bathroom doors and the extent of our involvement in their hygiene routines stops at the purchasing of the shampoo, I will be forever thankful for each and every hair on their precious heads.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mike,<br />
I wondered over to your blog from my friend Randy Clay&#8217;s.<br />
I remember hearing about the accident your son and others were involved in when we first arrived in Wichita Falls, TX from Utah.  I remember hearing the prayer request from a teacher I work with at Wichita Christian School and thinking, I want more then anything to run from this room, find my three boys and hold them as tightly as I can.<br />
A few nights ago, I was reading your blog about washing your son&#8217;s hair and I all I could do was cry.  Just 5 minutes before I read your words, I told my six year old to wash his own hair because I was tired and I just wanted to sit down and rest.  When I read the account of a father who joyful washed the hair of a son he almost lost to a heartbreaking accident, I wiped my eyes and thanked God for turning my heart back to the joy of having my sons (and all the simple pleasures, like washing hair, I would dearly miss if they were suddenly taken from me).  I turned my computer off and asked my son if he would please let me wash his hair.  He smiled and said, &#8220;But I thought you were too tired to help me.&#8221;  I sat down on the floor beside the bathtub and said, &#8220;Jimmy, I am tired! But right now I can&#8217;t think of anything else in the world that I would rather do then wash your hair.&#8221;<br />
As I washed Jimmy&#8217;s hair and gave him a sudsy mohawk followed by nice set of soapy foamy spikes, I thought of you and Chris and about how thankful I am that you and I both get another day to wash hair.<br />
From this day, and well past the point that our boys grow-up, start locking the bathroom doors and the extent of our involvement in their hygiene routines stops at the purchasing of the shampoo, I will be forever thankful for each and every hair on their precious heads.</p>
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		<title>By: Courtney &#38; Co.</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014/comment-page-1#comment-9109</link>
		<dc:creator>Courtney &#38; Co.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mike,
I wondered over to your blog from my friend Randy Clay&#039;s.  
I remember hearing about the accident your son and others were involved in when we first arrived in Wichita Falls, TX from Utah.  I remember hearing the prayer request from a teacher I work with at Wichita Christian School and thinking, I want more then anything to run from this room, find my three boys and hold them as tightly as I can.  
A few nights ago, I was reading your blog about washing your son&#039;s hair and I all I could do was cry.  Just 5 minutes before I read your words, I told my six year old to wash his own hair because I was tired and I just wanted to sit down and rest.  When I read the account of a father who joyful washed the hair of a son he almost lost to a heartbreaking accident, I wiped my eyes and thanked God for turning my heart back to the joy of having my sons (and all the simple pleasures, like washing hair, I would dearly miss if they were suddenly taken from me).  I turned my computer off and asked my son if he would please let me wash his hair.  He smiled and said, &quot;But I thought you were too tired to help me.&quot;  I sat down on the floor beside the bathtub and said, &quot;Jimmy, I am tired! But right now I can&#039;t think of anything else in the world that I would rather do then wash your hair.&quot;  
As I washed Jimmy&#039;s hair and gave him a sudsy mohawk followed by nice set of soapy foamy spikes, I thought of you and Chris and about how thankful I am that you and I both get another day to wash hair.    
From this day, and well past the point that our boys grow-up, start locking the bathroom doors and the extent of our involvement in their hygiene routines stops at the purchasing of the shampoo, I will be forever thankful for each and every hair on their precious heads.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mike,<br />
I wondered over to your blog from my friend Randy Clay&#8217;s.<br />
I remember hearing about the accident your son and others were involved in when we first arrived in Wichita Falls, TX from Utah.  I remember hearing the prayer request from a teacher I work with at Wichita Christian School and thinking, I want more then anything to run from this room, find my three boys and hold them as tightly as I can.<br />
A few nights ago, I was reading your blog about washing your son&#8217;s hair and I all I could do was cry.  Just 5 minutes before I read your words, I told my six year old to wash his own hair because I was tired and I just wanted to sit down and rest.  When I read the account of a father who joyful washed the hair of a son he almost lost to a heartbreaking accident, I wiped my eyes and thanked God for turning my heart back to the joy of having my sons (and all the simple pleasures, like washing hair, I would dearly miss if they were suddenly taken from me).  I turned my computer off and asked my son if he would please let me wash his hair.  He smiled and said, &#8220;But I thought you were too tired to help me.&#8221;  I sat down on the floor beside the bathtub and said, &#8220;Jimmy, I am tired! But right now I can&#8217;t think of anything else in the world that I would rather do then wash your hair.&#8221;<br />
As I washed Jimmy&#8217;s hair and gave him a sudsy mohawk followed by nice set of soapy foamy spikes, I thought of you and Chris and about how thankful I am that you and I both get another day to wash hair.<br />
From this day, and well past the point that our boys grow-up, start locking the bathroom doors and the extent of our involvement in their hygiene routines stops at the purchasing of the shampoo, I will be forever thankful for each and every hair on their precious heads.</p>
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		<title>By: TKP</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014/comment-page-1#comment-4012</link>
		<dc:creator>TKP</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 03:59:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mike,
IJM rocks my face off! Way to go on the prophetic lit sermon stuff! It was very encouraging.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mike,<br />
IJM rocks my face off! Way to go on the prophetic lit sermon stuff! It was very encouraging.</p>
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		<title>By: Mary-Margaret</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014/comment-page-1#comment-4011</link>
		<dc:creator>Mary-Margaret</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 00:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey Mike, excited to hear the news about Chris.  He has been on my mind and in my prayers a lot lately. I am using a friend&#039;s computer and couldn&#039;t remember your exact blog address, so I typed in &quot;mike cope blogspot&quot; and got 10,453,936 results.  Pretty impressive! Have a good week - Mary-Margaret</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Mike, excited to hear the news about Chris.  He has been on my mind and in my prayers a lot lately. I am using a friend&#8217;s computer and couldn&#8217;t remember your exact blog address, so I typed in &#8220;mike cope blogspot&#8221; and got 10,453,936 results.  Pretty impressive! Have a good week &#8211; Mary-Margaret</p>
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		<title>By: don</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014/comment-page-1#comment-4010</link>
		<dc:creator>don</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 16:57:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Keith, which of your members doesn&#039;t look like a clip-art person.  Surely you&#039;re not referring to yourself??.....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Keith, which of your members doesn&#8217;t look like a clip-art person.  Surely you&#8217;re not referring to yourself??&#8230;..</p>
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		<title>By: Mike</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014/comment-page-1#comment-4009</link>
		<dc:creator>Mike</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>No, Keith.  It wasn&#039;t PV.  :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No, Keith.  It wasn&#8217;t PV.  <img src='http://preachermike.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Jeff Slater</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014/comment-page-1#comment-4008</link>
		<dc:creator>Jeff Slater</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Kathy said:

&quot;Wouldn&#039;t it be loverly if we could extend an invitation to our neighborhoods to join us in a &#039;jeans and t-shirts only&#039; Sunday service?&quot;

Yes, Kathy -- that would definitely be loverly!  What a great idea!  Isn&#039;t it time to finally put to rest the idea that we must dress-up for church?

I absolutely love it when one of our college students presides over Communion wearing jeans, an Adidas t-shirt and flip-flops.  I only wish I could get away with preaching in that attire!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kathy said:</p>
<p>&#8220;Wouldn&#8217;t it be loverly if we could extend an invitation to our neighborhoods to join us in a &#8216;jeans and t-shirts only&#8217; Sunday service?&#8221;</p>
<p>Yes, Kathy &#8212; that would definitely be loverly!  What a great idea!  Isn&#8217;t it time to finally put to rest the idea that we must dress-up for church?</p>
<p>I absolutely love it when one of our college students presides over Communion wearing jeans, an Adidas t-shirt and flip-flops.  I only wish I could get away with preaching in that attire!</p>
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		<title>By: Keith Brenton</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014/comment-page-1#comment-4007</link>
		<dc:creator>Keith Brenton</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 15:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I hope that Little Rock brochure wasn&#039;t from my church! I used to design some of our items, but don&#039;t remember one like you describe ... or ever using clip-art photos in them.

Now someone else designs them, and always uses photos of members.

The trouble is, they look just like clip-art people ... even though a lot of our members don&#039;t!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hope that Little Rock brochure wasn&#8217;t from my church! I used to design some of our items, but don&#8217;t remember one like you describe &#8230; or ever using clip-art photos in them.</p>
<p>Now someone else designs them, and always uses photos of members.</p>
<p>The trouble is, they look just like clip-art people &#8230; even though a lot of our members don&#8217;t!</p>
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		<title>By: Kathy</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014/comment-page-1#comment-4006</link>
		<dc:creator>Kathy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hallelujah and PTL for Chris&#039; jump out of that chair!!  He must be thrilled to be back on two feet again. :)

Wouldn&#039;t it be loverly if we could extend an invitation to our neighborhoods to join us in a &#039;jeans and t-shirts only&#039; Sunday service?  So many of our neighbors are concerned how their manner of dress would be accepted in our gatherings - maybe we could let them know it really isn&#039;t important by demonstrating it in this manner.  
In Highland&#039;s case, maybe a good Sunday for that would be the day following our neighborhood Bar-B-Q - a &quot;Come as you did to the bar-b-q Sunday&quot;.

Have a blest week in Malibu, Mike.  Bring back a bottle of the ocean aroma, will ya&#039; please? ;)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hallelujah and PTL for Chris&#8217; jump out of that chair!!  He must be thrilled to be back on two feet again. <img src='http://preachermike.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Wouldn&#8217;t it be loverly if we could extend an invitation to our neighborhoods to join us in a &#8216;jeans and t-shirts only&#8217; Sunday service?  So many of our neighbors are concerned how their manner of dress would be accepted in our gatherings &#8211; maybe we could let them know it really isn&#8217;t important by demonstrating it in this manner.<br />
In Highland&#8217;s case, maybe a good Sunday for that would be the day following our neighborhood Bar-B-Q &#8211; a &#8220;Come as you did to the bar-b-q Sunday&#8221;.</p>
<p>Have a blest week in Malibu, Mike.  Bring back a bottle of the ocean aroma, will ya&#8217; please? <img src='http://preachermike.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Kyle</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014/comment-page-1#comment-4005</link>
		<dc:creator>Kyle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 13:08:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This reminds me of the episode of &lt;I&gt;Growing Pains&lt;/I&gt; when Maggie&#039;s producers wanted to show her with her family at home, showing her to be a typical family woman, who just also happened to be a newscaster.  But, instead of using her own family they brought in a cookie cutter family of actors.  

Needless to say the Seaver family wasn&#039;t thrilled to be replaced by things that were less than the real thing.  

I guess the attitude is excapism.  We see the reality but want to pretend it isn&#039;t.  People don&#039;t want to see themselves, they want to see what they wish they were, if that makes sense.  

With that said, support your friendly neighborhood actors.  We&#039;re so poor we can&#039;t pay attention.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This reminds me of the episode of <i>Growing Pains</i> when Maggie&#8217;s producers wanted to show her with her family at home, showing her to be a typical family woman, who just also happened to be a newscaster.  But, instead of using her own family they brought in a cookie cutter family of actors.  </p>
<p>Needless to say the Seaver family wasn&#8217;t thrilled to be replaced by things that were less than the real thing.  </p>
<p>I guess the attitude is excapism.  We see the reality but want to pretend it isn&#8217;t.  People don&#8217;t want to see themselves, they want to see what they wish they were, if that makes sense.  </p>
<p>With that said, support your friendly neighborhood actors.  We&#8217;re so poor we can&#8217;t pay attention.</p>
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		<title>By: Keith</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014/comment-page-1#comment-4004</link>
		<dc:creator>Keith</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 12:35:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mike, thanks for reminding us about what we are called to do. It seems like our quarterly potlucks have evolved into church socials and I can&#039;t remember the last time we were encouraged by our elders to invite those less fortunate than us. Glad to hear Chris is out of the chair. He&#039;ll be tossing a baseball in no time.
Keith Riley</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mike, thanks for reminding us about what we are called to do. It seems like our quarterly potlucks have evolved into church socials and I can&#8217;t remember the last time we were encouraged by our elders to invite those less fortunate than us. Glad to hear Chris is out of the chair. He&#8217;ll be tossing a baseball in no time.<br />
Keith Riley</p>
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		<title>By: Steve Duer</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014/comment-page-1#comment-4003</link>
		<dc:creator>Steve Duer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 12:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As one who recruits foster parents, I can tell you finding marketing material that matches real life is tough. I think your decision to use real people is the best decision.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As one who recruits foster parents, I can tell you finding marketing material that matches real life is tough. I think your decision to use real people is the best decision.</p>
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