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Dr. Larsen has no recollection

of the last eight years.

- Babe, what's wrong?
- We got divorced four years ago.

Are you married?

We were together, Amy and me.

The woman created a
toxic work environment

You're the reason I became a
doctor. I hope you come back.

The Board has decided against
you coming back to work here.

I wanted to be a
doctor my entire life.

Will you help me
do that, Michael?

Where's Robert Buxton?!

- He's supposed to be in 628!
- He was moved. He's in 617 now.

It should change
on the telemetry!

Dr. Coleman!

You didn't notice the
pressure drop on inspiration?

Or the jugular
venous distension?

Because you were just about
to place a line in it.

He has Beck's triad, caused
by cardiac tamponade.

Emergent decompression.

You can use the
central line needle.

It won't reach. I
need a spinal needle.

Three inches, 18 gauge,
and a 60 cc syringe!

You might want to make
sure your patients are okay

before you go home.

As you all know,

today will be Dr. Larsen's
first day back with us.

But it will obviously be

a very different situation
than when she was Chief.

Not only is she missing the last
eight years of her own life,

she will also be missing
all of those years

of medical advancements
and best practices.

Now, I'm told she's been
getting up to speed,

but let me remind you all

as brilliant as
Dr. Larsen was,

no one knows if she's going
to be able to get that back.

So, you have to trust
your own instincts

and resist the temptation
to defer to hers.

Which is exactly why
this is so dangerous.

I think we can all
manage ourselves, Peter.

Can we, though? Can we?

Okay, I know... I know some
of you are uncomfortable,

but the hospital is obligated

to make a reasonable
accommodation

to any employee
with a disability.

So here are the new protocols:

until she is recertified,

she will be assigned to trail
a doctor in our department

on a rotating basis.

She can consult on
patients, take histories,

and discuss diagnoses with us,

but she cannot
prescribe medications,

do procedures on her own,

or discuss course of action
with patients' families.

So, how's this gonna work?

We walk into a patient's
room, and explain... what...?

She's brain-damaged but

we're letting her audit
their cases anyway?

Brain-damaged?

Department heads have
discussed this with everyone.

Dr. Larsen was a patient here
so she's protected by HIPAA.

Share information about
her, lose your job.

We clear?

Well, at least we're not being
put in a compromising position.

We promised you a path

and this is what the Board
and our legal department

feel comfortable with.

So I-I'm basically
a med student now?

It would be malpractice
- on everyone's part -

if we were to allow
you full privileges

without assessing
you for a few months.

To make sure there are no other
effects from your brain injury.

And to give you time
to pass the Boards.

I am retaking the Boards?

None of this would even be
happening, and happening this fast,

if it weren't for your
brilliant track record.

Right. I...

I guess I'm just
having a hard time

wrapping my head
around the details.

We're really sorry about that. The
Board called a meeting last night

and some of this wasn't even
finalized until this morning.

Tell me they're
not just setting up

as many roadblocks as
possible, hoping that I fail.

It's not you against
the world, Amy.

Let's not go down
that path again.

I understand.

And I'm grateful.

And I will do everything I can

not to make you look
bad for fighting for me.

You don't need to
worry about us.

I will take my leave then.

Wish me bon voyage.

You got this.

The theory is

the more time she spends in the
environment where she lost her memories,

the better chance she
has of recovering them.

And if she remembers, then what?

I thought the
autopsy cleared you.

The pathologist didn't catch the problem
because she didn't have the whole context.

But if Dr. Larsen
ever remembers...

She must already have
access to her emails?

I can only assume.

It's been almost four
weeks since her accident.

So if there was an
alarming exchange

between her and the pathologist
you would've heard something.

This is like the sword of
Damocles hanging over me.

Then make sure she fails.

First day back.

Yeah.

Kinda strange.

I understand Michael and Gina

have gone over the
protocols with you.

They have and um, yeah,
I'm ready to dive in.

Great.

So, these are for you for now.

A nurse's assistant will
have some more for you

at the end of the day.

Right.

And where would you
like me to go, Coach?

You'll be trailing Sonya today.

Perfect.

Look, I know that this is a
strange situation for everyone.

And easier to support someone

when you actually believe
it's the right thing to do,

so... thank you.

When you finish up today,

you've got some
personal effects here.

Oh!

Uh, well, these will come
in handy with the scrubs.

Uh, yeah, I'll come back
at the end of the day

and get those out of your hair.

Hi.

I'm... uh, well,
you know who I am.

And you're Liz, right?

- Yes.
- Great.

Um, I'm looking
for Dr. Maitra.

Why is that?

Hey, um, yeah,

Richard said she'd be
overseeing me today.

I think that must have
been a misunderstanding.

Happy to pinball, just
don't tilt the machine.

Yeah, ah... Dr. Coleman... he's
got more time for you today.

He's admitting Evan
Reilly. Room 626.

Okay. Off I go then.

Hi, I'm Amy.

Amy Larsen. I'm...
I'll be working

with Dr. Coleman.

Nice to meet you.

Evan's been suffering
from abdominal pain.

He's been dizzy,
light-headed, anemic

and vomiting
blood-tinged material.

Checked himself into
the E.R. last night

He drove himself here.

Which I'm not happy about.

I was already downtown.
It was five minutes.

- You were coming from work?
- Yeah, I work in Sales.

Over on Phillips.

Would've taken longer
to call an ambulance.

And I told you, this is
my acid reflux acting up.

I forgot to take my
meds the last few days.

And when did your
abdominal pain start?

Yesterday afternoon.

How long have you
had those red marks?

I don't know, I
didn't even see them.

I've been using a new
soap the last week or so.

Lean forward, please.

Breathe deeply.

You know, I got a really
important meeting this afternoon,

so whatever tests
you're gonna be doing,

if I could just call in
later for the results...

I think you're
not understanding:

you've been admitted because we can't
discharge you with your symptoms.

Well, uh, I'm not gonna
let you miss the play.

Oh. Uh, I'm a
third-grade teacher;

we're doing "Annie."
I'm not going anywhere.

I-I already called the school.

Hello?

Right, so when can I expect
those clotting panels?

Be right back.

We need to get the
wife out of here.

Why?

Because to diagnose
him, we need the truth

and every word out of
his mouth is a lie.

The most common cause
of cardiac syncope?

- Arrhythmia?
- Right, and...

This must be Valerie Henderson?

Ah, yes. Uh,
62-year-old female,

um, two weeks of increasing
fatigue and shortness of breath.

Syncopal episode last night,
she fainted, broke her leg.

Morphine for pain, which
is why she's so out of it.

Dr. Coleman, since you
almost killed a patient

with similar cardiac
issues yesterday,

maybe you want to step in here?

And?

Tachycardia. And a
decreased S1 heart sound.

But no pericardial knock?

Um, I believe there may be...

It's a knock. It's loud.

Yes, I hear that now.

Which, in the presence of pulsus
paradoxus makes you think...?

- A valve issue?
- Wrong.

And did I ask you, Dr. Wilson?

Come on, Dr. Coleman.

A pericardial knock,
friction rubbing, JVD?

Effusive constrictive
pericarditis.

And since increased
pericardial thickness

can be missed on an echo,

how will we confirm?

You're gonna have
to float a swan.

No. You're gonna
have to float a swan.

And you better not
let him screw it up.

So are you okay with that plan?

I don't want to overstep.

Yes, absolutely.

What?

Never saw you deferring
to anyone before.

Well, fresh start. New rules.

That sounds like a tag line
from a really bad sitcom.

Shall we do this?

You go first.

It's gonna take at least

four to six hours to get
the test results back

so if, um... you wanna
go and do your play...

Yes, please. Just go.

He's stable and in good hands.

We'll call you as soon
as we get results.

- As soon as you know anything.
- Of course.

Okay.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

We need you to tell us
what's really going on.

What do you mean?

You must know vomiting up blood
doesn't happen because of acid reflux.

No, I actually didn't.

Well.

How many drinks do
you have a week?

Ah, none.

Because those red marks
indicate liver disease

usually caused by alcoholic
hepatitis or cirrhosis.

Well, I'm a
recovering alcoholic.

I haven't had a drink in
six years, seven months,

and two days. So,
that's not your answer.

Are these the clothes you
were wearing yesterday?

At your office downtown?

I don't see what that
has to do with anything.

You couldn't have been wearing
these at your sales job.

Actually, I was!

And I don't get really get what's
with the third degree here.

Look, you don't want
your wife to know,

and we're not here to judge.

But it is much
harder to treat you

when you keep things from us.

And whatever you tell us

is covered by doctor-patient
confidentiality

I'm not lying.

I told you my symptoms,

now you got these
fancy machines,

so why don't you just figure
out what's wrong with me

so I can get out of here.

Will you stop with that?

You can't button this one.

It doesn't need to be buttoned.

Now would you keep
your hands to yourself

and take your own pills! Like
a candy store over there.

It's a wonder she's not
the one in this bed.

So, 59 years, is it?

- Uh-huh.
- Married 59.

Together 61 and a half.

Wow. Love the "and a half."

Mm-hmm. She still
think we're teenagers.

Just tell me when I can take him
out of this God-forsaken place.

You know she's gonna have to
get rid of all her boyfriends...

when I come home.

So, your bloodwork shows your
kidneys, they are improving

but your red blood cell count's
starting to drop so we just...

Oh, no. No, no,
I'm not staying.

My stomach can't take one
more meal in this place!

Are you having
stomach pains now?

Of course. Of course.

You see that sad excuse
for a piece of chicken?

He's always been sensitive
to hospital food.

I'm sure it's nothing.

We just need to run
a few more tests.

- It'll only be one more night.
- It'll be okay.

I promise.

LFT's are through the roof.

But no alcohol on
his tox screen.

Mm.

The liver failure's
from chronic drinking.

He probably cut himself
off a couple days ago

when he started feeling bad.

Just gonna be
another minute here.

Apparently, Darrin is
one of the few people

that liked the Old Me.

Well, at least that's
what he's claiming now.

Ah, come on.

No, it's a very small
but exclusive club.

- Right, Darrin?
- No comment, Dr. Larsen.

Oh, you can't call
me that anymore.

- Not yet.
- I'm not gonna call you Amy.

Me neither.

Well, somebody's gonna have
to figure out something to...

What's going on there?

I can't remember my
old email password.

And this thing gives
me five chances a day

and then it locks me out.

And I'm starting to
go a little batty.

Okay, here we go.

Okay.

What do we see?

Moderate hepatomegaly,
definitely an acute hepatitis.

Impressive.

Enlarged liver could
mean an infection.

Yeah, but AST's are elevated.

I just don't see much cirrhosis.

Yeah, but you see the
heterogeneous echogenicity?

- Mm-hmm.
- And the enlarged veins.

Lower right lobe.

Ultrasounds are quick and dirty.

We need an MRI to
get more detail.

Why not just do a biopsy?

It's pretty invasive.

And risky given his platelets
and clotting numbers.

I'll explain it to him.

I'd wait.

Let me tell you why.

Usually, you got one of the
orderlies walking me down the hall.

Am I supposed to be worried?

It's just 'cause
we love you, Dante.

You better watch
yourself, young lady.

Watch herself?

She got Dr. Heller for that.

Oh, my God, come on!

Those two are as thick as
thieves, aren't they, Rubes?

Yeah, but I sensed a little
chill in the air this morning.

Little hanky-panky
gone sideways?

I think you missed some
of your pills today, Ruby.

Uh-huh.

Dante's getting a CT
abdomen and FIT test.

I don't think
it's a G.I. bleed.

- Extra-luminal?
- Yeah, that's my hunch.

How's it going with Amy?

Ah, I have no idea.
What do you mean?

She was supposed
to be trailing you.

Um, that's news to me.

Maybe we should have the room.

Well, at least it's not
already becoming a thing.

Chief Resident is customarily
in charge of Intern assignments.

Which is your excuse for
reversing my personnel decision.

I just wasn't sure
why you'd pair 'em

when you knew
there'd be conflict.

So you decided that handing her to the lowest
person on the food chain was the better call.

Everybody understands
the protocols.

And Dr. Maitra is the one
most inclined to follow them.

Which is why I
wanted it that way.

I really hope that's true.

Otherwise, people
might start to think

that you're going out of your way to
make things more difficult for her.

Too fast.

You're not watching
the EKG tracing.

Just... just stay calm, TJ.

- Don't force it.
- I'm not.

But if you hit the
inner wall again...

I'll cause an ectopy, I know.

- Do you want to take over?
- No. He's got it.

Just go slowly, TJ.

You want to be gentle but firm.

Okay, catheter's in place.
Well done, Dr. Coleman.

Absolutely.

Always better not to put
the patient into arrhythmia.

I added a fourth year so I
could oversee other residents.

It's kind of an honor.
And I like teaching, so...

I told you he was
one of the smartest.

Well, I don't know about that
but I had some great teachers,

so, you know, it feels
good to give back.

I was waiting for Dr. Maitra.

We have some news.

We know why you've
been losing blood.

You have what's called a contained
leaking abdominal aortic aneurysm.

"Contained" means you
can fix it, right?

You're not a candidate for the
stent, but there's a surgery.

Problem is, the risk that
you don't survive it,

given your age and co-morbid
conditions, is high.

I know what you're thinking.

I've had four surgeries
in the past five years.

I'm not letting you
give up. You hear me?

You can't leave me yet.

We don't have a choice.

Can I have a day...

to call our kids and grandkids?

And get some things in order?

Of course.

Thank you for doing this for me.

And how's it going
with Dr. Larsen?

Good. Fine.

The patient's been
a bit non-compliant,

so we're waiting on the MRI before we
confront him with all the evidence.

Explain that to me.

The liver failure's caused
by chronic alcohol abuse.

We can treat it symptomatically

and get him well
enough to go home,

but if he doesn't get himself
into a treatment facility,

he'll end up back here in a
month in even worse condition.

But you don't even know that
this is alcohol-related.

Especially without
evidence of cirrhosis.

Paging Dr. Coleman to
Nurse Station Three.

Paging Dr. Coleman to
Nurse Station Three.

Stat!

Dr. Coleman, it's Evan Reilly.

I tried to stop him from leaving

- He left?! When?!
- Two minutes ago.

- I paged you right away.
- Give me his number.

Mr. Reilly, it's Dr. Coleman.

You have acute liver failure.

It is very dangerous for
you to not be in a hospital.

Come back or call
us immediately!

When you have a patient
who may be non-compliant,

you scare them the minute you
have tangible information.

You don't hoard it,

looking to break them like
you're on some cop show.

Now, I warned you about being
overly influenced by her,

and this is precisely why.

Why don't you fill me in?

We have a patient with
acute liver failure

who was not told their condition

and then left the hospital
unaware of the danger they're in.

Amy advised Dr. Coleman
to forgo a biopsy...

That was a judgment call.

In favor of an MRI

because it suited
her preconceived idea

that his condition
was alcohol-related.

The MRI, as it turns out,

indicates some fibrosis
but no end-stage cirrhosis.

And what's worse,

she and Dr. Coleman pushed the
patient's wife to leave the hospital

so that they could cross-examine
him without her present.

And, of course, if
she'd been here,

she never would have
let her husband leave.

So she was wrong
in her diagnosis,

reckless in her approach
with the patient,

and violated the protocols
we laid out this morning.

Is that accurate?

It's obviously not

how I was thinking about any of
it when we made our decisions...

but, uh, yes.

Yes.

And next time maybe don't
second-guess my decisions.

Watch behind you!

- Coming through!
- Excuse me!

They found him behind the
dumpster in the parking lot.

He must have gone to take
a leak, then fainted.

I'm sorry, TJ, I knew he
was being resistant, but...

It is what it is. I
should have been stronger.

Check his blood for
LFT and ammonia, stat.

Turn up his oxygen and
prep him for transfer.

I need all hands on deck.

Let me guess.

You want to discuss TJ?

Uh, no, I want to discuss
our training methodology.

Oh?

We're not gonna get 'em
where they need to be

with a drill-sergeant mentality.

You turned out just fine.

Not everyone responds to
that type of pressure.

Well, they're gonna
have to learn how.

And, believe me,
TJ, he can take it.

I'm not worried about TJ.

But Bradley Wilson
did quit today.

- He quit?
- Mm-hmm.

From being exposed
to my tyranny?

The term he used
was "triggered."

We are not gonna get snowflakes

to turn into shards of hail,
so just hire another intern.

Yeah, no, that's
fine and I will.

But... you did make me
Chief Resident for a reason.

The interns are my
responsibility, so...

I need to ask you to give
me a little bit of space.

Are you telling me to back
off my own department?

I am.

Yes.

Now I'm feeling triggered.

How is he?

He's hypoxic and in
multi-organ failure.

And you still don't know why.

We're awaiting biopsy
results, running every panel.

We don't figure this
out, he's got what?

24 to 48 hours to live?

I know everyone thinks that
I was acting like the Old Me.

Hubris and... and
marking my territory.

But I wouldn't be
that brazen, Michael.

Not on Day One.

We didn't have much of a choice
but to go all-in on the steroids.

But if we're wrong, it's
going to make him worse.

Let's just hope the
biopsy gives us something.

It's late; everyone's fried.

I think it's better
if you head home.

For good?

Nobody said that.

But you haven't made it
any easier for yourself.

I have Amy Larsen
on line two for you.

Yes?

Richard, I'm looking
at the biopsy.

Do you see the increased
mitotic activity,

plus the regenerative
changes from injury?

Staring at all of
that right now.

I think it could be an
environmental exposure.

We tested for every known
toxin, medication, virus.

- Blood cultures are negative.
- Did you do bronch cultures?

Of course we did.
Also negative.

And white blood count's
stabilizing, no severe fevers

so we're not even sure it's
an infection at this point.

I could be wrong, of course.

But if he regains consciousness,

somebody needs to talk to him and
find out where he was last night.

Besides doing shots at Hooters?

He came in wearing
jeans and work boots.

If it was an environmental
exposure, that could be the answer.

So, please will you just try?

112 minutes in the
HOV lane at 5 AM

is not my idea of a
good time, my dear.

I know, I know. I owe you one.

One?

Uh, 81.

That sound more accurate?

Absolutely.

What can I do for you ladies?

Evan started working
here 'bout six weeks ago.

Said he was willing
to do anything.

Even offered to take less than we
were offering on that jobs website.

He came in extra early, um,

worked nights,
weekends sometimes.

Doing what exactly?

Painting, any kind
of maintenance,

cleaned the restrooms -
Anything around chemicals?

Not unless you include
turpentine for the paint

and cleaning products
for the bathrooms.

Could I see where the
waste gets disposed of?

That's a sewer system.
There's nothing above ground.

Look, Frank, I'm not trying
to get you in trouble.

I just want to help Evan and
he is really sick right now.

I've told you everything.

What are those traps
for? Mice or rats?

I wish mice.

Did you have Evan
handling dead rats?

He charged me double but it was
still less than the exterminator.

What's that got to
do with anything?

We just put him on a ventilator.

Listen, you need to
stop the steroids now!

It's leptospirosis.

He needs acetylcysteine
and penicillin,

1.5 million units
every six hours.

I'm on it.

You know, conjugal visits
are strictly prohibited.

Dr. Maitra made an
exception for us.

Didn't she, darling?

Sweetheart?

Ruby?

Ruby!

- Code Blue!
- What's happening to her?

- I'm here.
- Code Blue!

She's in cardiac arrest. We
need to get him out of the bed.

Got it. Sir, we're gonna get you out of the
bed so we can help your wife, all right?

- Starting compressions.
- Did she die?

Move over, please. We're
gonna help your wife.

- Leads!
- Ruby?

Sweetheart. Come on, Ruby.

Come on, darling.

Have someone ready to
sub in for compressions.

Don't you go nowhere.

Still pulseless.

Asystole. Take
over compressions.

Get an airway, start bagging.

Two minutes of compressions
then we'll check rhythm.

Hey. Give a milligram of epi.

- Got it.
- Ruby!

Don't you, Ruby. Don't you go.

I mean, we only came to Minneapolis
for this new job of his.

We bought a house we
couldn't quite afford.

And then he gets laid off

and he's more worried
about the mortgage

than being honest with his wife.

'Cause he's so afraid that I'm
gonna judge him and blame him.

And then he's vomiting up blood

and running out of the hospital
to go to some damn job interview.

'Cause he... he thinks
if he has a job,

then he can come home to me.

Come on, Hayley, don't
do this to yourself.

No, it's true.

'Cause when we
couldn't have a kid...

I resented him that we
waited so long to try.

Instead of...

And now here we are,

and I just want another
chance, you know? I just...

What's happening?!
What's going on?!

What's happening? What's wrong?

What's happening?!

- It's okay.
- Tell me what's happening!

Hey! Hey, it's a good thing.

It means he's trying
to breathe on his own.

- Is he okay?
- He just turned a corner.

- The medicine is working.
- Oh, my God.

There we go. Breathe
easy, Mr. Reilly.

- You're gonna be okay.
- Thank you, thank you!

Oh, my God! Thank you!

You're pretty smooth with
that intubation tube.

You should see me float a swan.

Oh, I didn't think you
were on call tonight.

I swapped with Dr. Park.

Isn't it the first
night of Passover?

Yeah. Shared-custody gods
smiled on my ex-wife this year

and being home, it just
makes it worse, so...

I didn't realize you'd split up.

I don't mention it too much.

Kind of makes me feel
like a failure so...

My daughter can't even stand to be in
the same room with me right now, so...

Oh, so that's why you're here?

Uh, yeah.

And I wanted to make sure

Valerie Henderson came
through surgery okay.

Yeah, I heard she's already
out of... okay, come on.

Don't tell me
that's your dinner.

- What?
- A chocolate bar?

Where's that fall
on the food pyramid?

Okay, why? What have you got?

Matzah and charoset.

- Charoset?
- Mm-hmm.

Honey, apples, walnuts,
little bit of kosher wine.

Here, try it.

It's not bad.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah?

Here try it with a
little bit of this.

Horseradish. Mm?

When life is sweet,

you remember that there's
bitterness for others.

When life is bitter,

you're reminded that there's
still sweetness underneath.

Gotta love a food metaphor.

You do know it totally defeats
the purpose of having a password

if you post it where
anyone can see it?

It's hard to remember
the capital letters.

MOOcow2009?

It was my son's
favorite stuffed animal.

Plus his birth year.

Okay, then I... kinda makes
me a huge ass right now.

No.

No, you're actually very kind.

We have surgery scheduled with
the vascular team for you.

I'm not doin' it, Dr. Heller.

There's just no point now.

Not with Ruby gone.

You sure?

You have a little bit of
time to think about it.

Mm.

I've lived a full life.

And that's all
anybody can ask for.

Yeah, I'm ready to meet
her on the other side.

I heard about Ruby.

Yeah.

And now Dante doesn't
want the surgery.

Oh. Well...

they had a great run.

Not everyone gets that.

The Reagans.

Newman and Woodward.

I thought it was
Woodward and Bernstein.

Paul Newman? Joanne Woodward?

Oh, the guy with
the tomato sauce.

Yeah, the guy with
the tomato sauce.

I'm sorry, Jake.

And I'm sorry I haven't
been a better friend.

I gotta say,

that was pretty extraordinary for you to
drive all the way out to that warehouse.

I don't think I've ever
heard of a doctor doing that.

I just figured I'd try
to make myself useful.

And thank you for even
considering what I had to say.

Well, you have overwhelming
support from Michael,

and your neuropsychiatrist
is a very loyal friend,

so everyone understands we
have to make accommodations.

Listen, Richard,

it's hard for me to answer for
whatever it is I did to you

when I can't remember it,

but let me just say that
we used to be friends,

so I am very, very sorry.

And I have absolutely no
desire to become Chief again.

I appreciate the sentiment.

Hey.

Why are you still here?

Trying to get into
my old emails.

I thought, you know,
eight years of information

might trigger some memories.

Or give me some
insight at least.

Yeah, seems like a safe bet.

- You know the password?
- Nope.

Try MOOcow2009.

"Moo" is capitalized.

Shut up.

You know, you
weren't very careful

about keeping it a secret.

It was my son's
favorite stuffed animal.

Plus his birth year.

That I didn't know.

Uh, yeah, I'm locked out
for the rest of the day,

but I will definitely
give it a try tomorrow.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Have a good night.

So, just like riding a bike?

Oh, yeah. Piece of cake.

Except for your Nancy Drew
moment out at the warehouse.

Well, I did crack the case.

Hm, I'm gonna chalk it
up to rookie enthusiasm.

As opposed to a deeply
concerning episode of impulsivity

by a TBI patient who previously
stormed into a board room

with a bandage on her head,
demanding to go back to work?

Did you actually manage to say
all that in a complete sentence?

Guess the brain's
working just fine.

Oh, and now I get into my email.

You figured out your password?

Jake knew it. Somehow.

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