Something Was Wrong - S7 Ep6: Something Good Comes Out of Everything

Episode Date: March 8, 2021

*Content warning: familicide, murder, physical, emotional, and sexual violence, sibling abuse, childhood sexual abuse, sibling abuse, murder, distressing themes.For free mental health resources, please visit SomethingWasWrong.com/ResourcesFollow Tiffany Reese on Instagram Music from Glad Rags album Wonder Under Episode Sources:Sibling Bullying and Abuse: The Hidden Epidemic by Darlene Lancer, JD, LMFTPurchase Amy's book, Working for Justice Follow Amy on Instagram Read Amy's Blog 

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If you or someone you love is experiencing a suicidal crisis or emotional distress, please call 1-800-273-8255. For more resources, visit something was wrong.com slash resources. Thank you so much. So I know me, you don't know me, you don't know me. You don't know me. You know, I'd know me, you don't know me where. So I knew I needed to heal. I was taking, I was going into therapy, but there was more I had to do. I had to frame things differently. And I'd always been a writer. You know, I got published for the first time when I was in fourth grade. I had all these teachers that

believed in me. But most especially, they had all. always believed in my writing and my words and my thoughts. So I thought, man, I'm just going to write this shit out. And so I started writing and I think I started a blog, you know, through some post up there just to process parenting, marriage, healing, grief. Most of my writing is all about grief. I don't know why I hit public. I did. And as I shared more, I got more traction and more people saying, oh my God, thank you for sharing that. I have not been through what you've been through, but I feel the way I feel about my experiences, the same way you do. My perception and my grief is very similar to yours, even though my parent hasn't been murdered. And in that, I found community.

And I kept finding community. Like, I had somebody reach out to me that I'd met on the playground and said, hey, I just saw your post and, oh my God, my mom was murdered. And she introduced me to this beautiful group on Facebook called Children of Murdered Parents. And just to know, that my opening up myself and sharing my tragedy has helped me find a community. God, that was so beyond healing. It was enlightening as well. So I got this feedback from the universe, from the world, from community saying, yes, keep writing. And soon, like, I won an award for my writing. There were signs for my mom and all of that. So I say this loosely, but like a lot of my writing is, it's all nonfiction, obviously, just trying to process like my grief, but also sometimes

the positivity of my of my experiences one of mom's favorite idioms was something good comes out of everything and I fully believe that I fully believe in retrospect I see that mom gave her life for our freedom from that very sick cycle and in that way it was on her own freedom but it was undoubtedly mine and I felt like at that point I had a responsibility I believe everybody has a story everybody has a story so I had that onus of responsibility, I had to do that. I had to tell my story. The more validation I got, I knew I had to write a book. Mom had actually written a book and that was one of her endeavors. She wrote a book about Alzheimer's and becoming a parent without your parent, becoming a motherless motherless daughter. And I was like, I just had to get it out. So I started writing a book.

And this was in the midst of everything. My ex-husband and I, we fought a lot. Our stances and our perspectives on everything were very different. Even my own healing, I feel like I kind of had parameters in our relationship, in our marriage. Clearly, it was better than where I was coming from. But I felt like as I was flourishing and finding who I was and finding out the ramifications of what I had been through, I felt like I couldn't really go through it as much as I wanted to. I was 22, 23, 24, 25. People would ask me, oh my gosh, your mom is already dead. How? And I would say very bluntly, oh, she was murdered. And, Later, my ex might ask me, my ex-husband might ask me, could you not say murdered?

And I kind of can see his perspective, because it was jarring and shocking to people, I'm sure, but I think I learned in my experiences. I'm not a contortionist to fit into other people's comfort molds. You know, I have, again, my own story, and I feel the onus of responsibility to share it. So as I realized my healing was kind of restricted in my relationship, I did more and more to seek it outside and within myself. and within myself. And that led me to start writing a book about my experiences. And I started, I started regurgitating these tales,

and it was really just so I could objectify them. I knew, and therapists had suggested, hey, you like words, it gives you catharsis to write, write your book. And I was like, yeah, sure, I will. And I got stuck. You know, I think I started writing about six years after my mom died. I was married. Newly, thinking of starting a family, trying to find a career, trying to find myself, and I just

couldn't get far. I think I wrote chapter one and two, and I stalled. And I started writing blogs and things and whatever. And it wasn't until I got out of my marriage and gave myself, you know, the true room just to be me unadulteratedly. With kindness, I was always raised to be myself, but support the greater good in that. And that was the moment. The moment I knew that getting myself out of my marriage that, you know, we fought a lot. It was just a lot. My kids were getting affected by it.

And I could see this cycle that wasn't quite what I had been in, but was not, it was still a tumultuous situation. And I knew I wanted more peace and love for my children. And the moment I freed myself from that marriage and started focusing more on my own healing and myself. I sold my book. And it was kind of a magical swift process in 2020. While I was stuck at home, I churned it out. And with that perspective and space and healing, I actually got it done. I've read the book and it's incredible. And you put your whole fucking soul into it. And my mom's too. Thank you. And your mom's too. Oh my God. I just know she loves. it. I just know it. And it's so honest. And of course, I'm going to, you know, link it and promote the

shit out of it because it's amazing. And it's actually kind of how I heard first about what you had been through. I had no idea. And, you know, we had met sort of through other people. And I knew I liked you, but I didn't really know you and follow your journey close enough until, and like I said, in the first episode. And then I got your submission and I was just like, holy fuck, just shocked because I'm like, you're just such a personable, kind, cheerful person and not like to stigmatize people who have been through some shit, but I've been through some shit. And it's hard to be cheerful and care and give a shit after you've been through so much. And I'm just so proud of you that you've overcome everything that you've overcome and that you were able to finish

the book, I envy you in a way because even though it's like easier for me to write about my experiences than it is for me to talk about them yet, like, I still can't even write about some of that shit and you did it. It took me 13 years to get there. They say that it, you know, as a writer, you have to write what you know, but like I don't think I knew what I knew until like this year or last. And it took all of that experience and just a lot of people to believe in me, even this, even this interview and you. But my main goal, yes, I wanted to be a writer and I didn't know, but in essence, I was writing it, you know, it's called Working for Justice.

And the point of that is, is that I still feel like I'm working for justice for mom. Rory, he pled, you know, in a very anticlimactic, I never got to have that exposition to talk about what he did to us, to really, like, prove that it was all premeditated. You know, second degree murder means that it was basically, not premeditated. He, on a whim, did it. So there's a lot of consequence because, you know, of course, if you're a person that could do that on a whim, that's dangerous, but it's about 10 years less than his other potential sentence of first degree murder. That's 25 to life. So he's actually up for

fucking parole technically in about, I think, two years. That's another reason why I wrote that book, because I think in my marriage, I realized, you know, I think he thought there would be like an expiration date on my healing. And I think what I realized was that I will be healing forever because I went through some shit, but also because it's my goal to educate people. You know, I'm not waving this flag like victim. I don't want to brand a shit like my label that I've adopted or been given or been forced upon me as a weapon or anything. I want to use it to educate people. And if that keeps me healing for the rest of my life, so be it. But I also knew I had to do something to just get. And get it all out to work for justice for my mom.

Here's the weird fucking creepy thing. My mom's murder, September 25th, 2007 officially became America's national murder victim remembrance day. Now, that was a complete happenstance. Coincidence. It wasn't like, you know, Hadass Winix murder really brought that to attention. It just happened to fall out that way. And so, like, I take that a sign, you know, whether it's a sign or not.

Like, it's my mission to work for justice for future victims because it's not going to stop here unfortunately. I have sexual abuse, of sexual assault, of murder, of domestic violence. It's my mission to educate people. And if part of like that justice is, I'm never going to get justice for her. It'll be, she's dead. She's gone, unfortunately. I'm limited on memories with her, but I have this way of keeping her alive. You know, they say if you love a writer, you'll live forever. So there we go. And, you know, it's just my mission to work for her, for myself, for my family, for my kids who deserve way better, for everyone's kids who deserve way better. And for for fucking justice and for America to be healed and healthy. One of the things that I'm personally passionate about is making sure that these kinds of stories are discussed with dignity and respect because I know what it is. it's like to lose a family member to murder.

And one of the things that you said that struck me in episode four was once you see it for real, you never want to see it for fake. And I think about that a lot in the true crime arena and how people discuss crimes and murders and the need for respect. Yes. I think things are objectified a lot, especially with a lot of, I'll get people like, oh, did you see that video of that bloke? No, I will never watch it.

I don't need to watch a video of someone. being murdered to know what happens. I don't think anybody does, really. And I think, you know, and that's just like an example. Yeah, I think that there hasn't been a lot of sharing about what it feels like for us. And I don't think that that the onus of responsibility is not on the victim to educate, but it helps when we do. There's just an awareness that needs to be brought, I think, to all of it. And that's what talking about it does is bring awareness. It almost becomes, you know, like once we share so many stories. The idea is to keep reminding ourselves, these are not just stories. These are actually people behind the stories. And that, yes, we're intrigued in these extreme stories,

but they happened, you know, and the fact that we're hearing more and more, it's because we're coming out. You know, it's not like more diagnoses always mean more cases or more, you know, whatever. It means that we're coming forward more perhaps. But with that said, there's more for other people to digest that are interested in it and we have to we have to remind ourselves that these are just not objective cases these are subjects these are people with families and former lives that we have to honor to when i was 17 years old my mom gifted me a diary that she had written basically throughout her entire relationship with my father from the late 70s all the way well past the ending of their marriage, but through the early 90s. And it was kind of her way of telling me all the things and the

feelings that she'd experienced without having to. I want to read a couple entries. The first one I'm reading is from April 21st, 1977. You cannot live by love alone. Yet also without love, you cannot live. So let the light come in and warm you. It will warm your heart and warm your soul. That was one of the first entries, she wrote. And I love it. It's so positive. They don't all stay that way. The next one is August 15, 1977. Evil versus good, right versus wrong, strong versus weak, being versus being, thought versus thought, opinion versus opinion, truth versus false.

Feelings versus feelings. Then she ends it with blank, exclamation point. And when I said diary, I should have mentioned that it's mostly emotion. This is, you know, my mom told me stories, but she always left the emotion out of things. So her diary is the place where I think she shoved all those feelings. She goes on to write that same day, with maturity, the world is conquered. Without maturity, the world conquers you. Maturity teaches you the key to the world at large.

Just know, immaturity keeps you locked up in your own little world forever. August 7, 1979. Honesty. What is honesty? How is a person to be honest with another person if she doesn't know. what's going on in the other person's head. If one moment, honesty brings you closer together and the next, it draws you farther apart. How? Tell me how. The next one is almost a year later. April 23rd, 1980, and there are no other entries in between. And this one just guts me, by the way. I am starting

to feel burnt out. What a feeling. Can that possibly be feeling burnt out? I was going to say at 23, but I'm 28. Can that possibly be? I sure hope not. I'm not even. halfway there. I don't even have kids yet. And here's the deal. I did the math after reading that. And 28, that was her halfway mark. She literally wrote that dire entry. And she died before she turned 56. So that one really hit home for me. And yeah, last one, which is, you know, I read it with the, you know, this is not, this was not her regular approach to life. I would never say that she wrote, she would say this to me. So to read it from her was so eye-opening, May 25th, 1980. Life is a pile of shit. I laugh because I can't even imagine her saying that. The longer it stays without getting cleaned up,

the worst it stinks. That's true. The nicer you are and the more you try to please people, the more you get taken advantage of and the more you're treated like dirt. I guess if you lay yourself down and let people walk all over you, you'll get covered with shit. In essence, you get what you deserve and you deserve what you get. And that last sentence is so fucking heartbreaking. And, you know, reading her diary, I think she thought she deserved the maltreatment my dad gave her, which probably leads me to believe that she probably thought she deserved some of the treatment my brother gave her. She never vocalized that to me though, because I don't think she'd ever want me to think that of myself. I adore having this diary.

this piece of mom that she shared, maybe even only just in her writing. You know, her language to me was much different in face-to-face. But I can appreciate and I adore knowing her full being. And I think that's the most important thing we forget as humans. You know, we're so worried about covering up pieces of ourselves, the pieces that aren't going to be accepted correctly. It took me so many years to share what I shared on this podcast. People I've known my entire life said,

What? I didn't know you went through that. And it feels so freeing for me to do that. And I can imagine mom giving me that diary, mom being open with me, was freeing for her. It also prepared me for life a bit, a lot more too. Everything starts at home. But then there are so many other paths that our journey takes, of course. School, friends, extracurricular activities, so many other influences on our lives. but it starts at home. And I want people to know that mom was a pretty exceptional parent. She had a lot of philosophies that were different than what we think are right. And I think that they were absolutely the way to go,

even if her life ended up the way it did. She was working against all odds. And a lot of parents are. A lot of people are. And I think we deserve credit. A lot of us. I guess I'm just giving credit to her story. and to my own. Absolutely. Thank you again so much for taking part in the season and sharing your

story with all of us. It taught me a lot. It moved me a lot and definitely opened a lot of people's hearts and eyes, I think. And you've made such a huge impact already based on the feedback shared. So thank you again so much. I am so appreciative of the opportunity. I want to thank everyone who, you know, especially you, you're amazing to be turning your own, you know, you started this platform. You were, you were inspired by your own, you know, experiences and just, I guess, to a certain degree, I just wanting to, you know, knowing that the world needs to shift a bit. And I thank you for creating this space basically from nothing and giving life to these stories and amplification that need to be heard. And I also think everybody that's listened and,

everybody who's reached out to me because that honestly I'm like writing back to every message especially the ones that are like man my mom was murdered too I am so grateful and I don't it was really weird I got my book yesterday in the mail it was really weird for me to receive it and not be able to share it with my family because my children can read and they would know my family's story in a moment by reading the cover so I feel like your your podcast has has made my community grow, you know, with all these wonderful people who are willing to share in my experiences as well. And I'm so grateful for that, too, because my point was, my village shrunk, you know, and sometimes my village doesn't, you know, the existing parts of my village

doesn't understand what I've been through. And although they don't need to go through what I've been through to understand, sometimes it helps. So I welcome everybody who wants to join me in my healing to share their own with me as well because it keeps me going. It really does. We're going to end the season with some stories from some other folks who knew and loved your mom. Nothing would make her happier. She'd be like, yes, give it to me. I love it. Thank you. Amazing. Amazing. I can't. I don't, you know, I have to say that her, I mentioned that her funeral was so massive. but I, you know, had written a eulogy, which I share in my book, but like I had written

it, and that was like my way of honor her, and I obsessed over it, and I read it, and then I thought about it afterwards, and I don't think I heard all of those like other, you know, there were a couple other people that spoke, and I don't think half the people that wanted to, I think this is just like a continued memorial for her, and I so appreciate that because that's part of my goal, too, is just to keep her alive, so I don't miss her as much. So thank you. What type of woman was Dossy? You know, this is my whole point. I continue talking about her. I continue writing about her.

I continued doing all of this. Yes, for advocacy and yes for education, but also just to keep her memory alive. I miss her every damn day. So, gosh, I love telling stories about her. I love. I think her actions just illustrate what type of person she was. For example, her love her love.

her love was so ferocious. Even her students felt it. And I mean by ferocious, just tenacious. I, after I got married, we bought a home. I think the first week we were living in it, you know, a man knocked on the door randomly. I answered it. And it was a nice young gentleman, cute guy. It was like, hey, I, you know, I'm a landscape artist. I take care of most of the the lawns in the area, on the street especially, are you looking for somebody? And it just was too easy, so we hired him. And then, like, a couple weeks later,

we paid him his first check, and I wrote it, and he sees my last name, which was, like, an old check. I had my maiden name on it for some reason. And he was like, Winnick? Wait a second. Is that, like, Mrs. Winnick from Canoga Park High? And I was like, yeah.

And he was like, she was my teacher. I'm a, like, the reason I own a company right now is because of her. And he explained how he kind of always never really believed in himself in high school. He was not like a star student or whatever. And my mom assigned this math project one time. It was an extra credit assignment. She always worked at like kind of the tougher schools where, you know, students needed the extra help. She wanted to work there.

She definitely didn't want to work where we would. She wanted to work where she was needed, basically. She wanted to be where she was needed. And her students needed her. And in particular, the student said, you remember this project. It was an extra credit project. And she gave so many extra credit projects. And I say that they needed her because she was constantly wanting them to succeed.

There was always extra credit making art in math. Or this extra credit project was writing a paragraph. She was like Common Core before Common Core became a thing. She had them write a paragraph about what could. career did not require the use of math. And they loved that assignment. All her students would eat it up. You know, they would talk about, you know, they'd all be challenged and be excited about thinking about something other than math in math, even though they really were. And my mom's point was that every profession uses math. No matter what they came up with, she always had a counterargument.

And that was her, you know, way of proving to them, hey, you should be paying attention in this class. there's use to this what I'm teaching you. And that snapped Christian too. You know, he was like, oh shit, I'm going to need math no matter what. And, you know, he started paying more attention to mom. He started getting good about grades in math. This is what he's explaining to me on my front doorstep. And here he is owning his own company.

And he, God, he only had mom like two or three years before that. So he was like 20, already successfully working in his, you know, chosen field. So, and for him to share it with me that mom was one of the guiding lights in that experience for him was huge. That is what type of woman she is, you know, or was. A letter to my sister. My dear sister Hadass, it's been 13 and a half years since you left us. The last time I talked to you on the phone and the last time we shared a holiday meal together. It was the last time I said goodbye when I eulogized you at your funeral.

I wanted to tell you how much you've been missed and how much I love you. I wanted to know if I thanked you enough. I wanted to know if you're watching over Amy and her wonderful children. Dear Dassie, I wish you were here to see what a wonderful daughter you have, in spite of all she's gone through. What amazing grandchildren you would have loved and enjoyed. every single day. Whenever I speak with Amy, she says to me,

oh, I wish my mom could have been here to see my children doing this or that. She would have loved them so much. Amy tells me that she knows you're watching over her. I know this because Amy has shared with me some unbelievable stories in which you have left her little gifts and all you're there. Have I thanked you enough, my dear sister, when you donated your white blood cells to me until you could give no more as I went through stem cell transplant? If I thank you enough when you cook the most delicious matto-ball soup for our holiday meals, or when you hosted wonderful barbecues, or when you baked wonderful banana bread. These are some of the few memories of the good, good memories, dear sister.

But I was not blind to what was happening in your immediate family. I wanted to help you, but you told me to stay out of it. It was not of my business and just leave you alone. I wanted to know why you wouldn't reach out to me more. You finally did reach out when it was almost too late. but as it turned out it was too late and it turned out to be a disaster

your grandchildren call me call us Sabba and Safda meaning grandpa and grandma I'm here in your place loving them with all my heart spoiling them and helping

your grandchildren grow and thrive my portrait painting of you and Amy and the grandchildren adore in my family room walls so I can see your around me. I just feel your presence, whether you're here with me in spirit or not. I miss you very much and love you forever. You know, Mom kind of ran away from her problems a little bit, I would say, maybe because she didn't have the tools to get through them. And she did that by

helping other people. You know, sometimes she would throw herself into other people's problems to avoid her own, I think. She had a student once that got pregnant. right as the school year was ending. And long story short, I mean, this is a student that just would spend like every lunch with mom, every after school with mom, mom ended up throwing her a baby shower because her mom wouldn't. And whether she supported her students' decisions or not or whatever, you know, as a high school student, it wasn't even about that for mom. It was just about making sure her students' experiences weren't tainted.

And that was mom too. Just forever the hostess, forever the hospitable, warm woman caring for other people around her. She was just something else, to be honest. Hi, my name is Katie, and I am a friend of Amy Haddaq's daughter. I had the pleasure of meeting Hadass very early on in my friendship with Amy. My husband and I both had a very strong relationship. with Haddaas as she was an integral and huge part of the early years of our relationship. We spent a lot of time in their home, being part of their family, coming to holidays,

coming to events, and always felt like we were her pseudo-children. She was one of the most loving, caring, funny, yet hard-headed, and opinionated in the most wonderful way women that I've ever met. I always had so much respect for her, being a single mom, taking care of her kid, making a huge success for herself, and always valued any feedback, opinions, thoughts, feelings that she had. She was very loved by my husband, Josh, and I, and we think of her often. Hello, my name is Bridget Morgan, and I thank you for the opportunity to honor Hadass in this way.

I met Hadass back in the late 80s. She was a friend of my then-husband. She had gone to high school with them, a group of them. They still connected. And she used to pop into the house kind of unexpected with her kids, and it gave us a treat to visit with them. And it wasn't really until she moved into my neighborhood, a couple doors down from me. I really got to know her and the kids. Yeah, she absolutely loved her children.

She was dedicated to giving them a good life, despite all the setbacks that she had had in her life. And again, she just loved her children. Hadass was a big-hearted woman. Top exterior sometimes, always said it like it was, but absolutely loved making people happy, and especially with food. She was the typical Jewish mom that if you're not eating, you're definitely not happy, so she must feed you. But she loved, I remember going over to her house, she would have us over for dinner or for an event. You know, she was such a great host.

The table would be impeccably set down to the finest detail. And, of course, anyone that knows about her or knew her, knew purple and red were absolutely her signature colors. And that woman could cook. I remember one thing in particular, chili. It was that kind of stick to your ribs kind of chili. And I think it's the best chili I've ever had. And she used to bring it over. My husband would do some handyman work for her.

She was a single mom, so she needed help in that way a little bit. And he would always get some kind of treat from her that she's made. And another thing was the falafel sandwich, oh my goodness, and the guacamole, such good stuff. But she used to bring that kind of stuff over to our Fourth of July party, and people would just love it. But really what Hadass was best at was being a teacher. You know, she taught with passion. She preached the value of math to the students. And, you know, she taught math the way that it was supposed to be taught.

and it really wasn't until I went to her funeral and 500 plus people, and I was able to see the true impact that Hadass had made in all of her students, her co-workers, her friends, and her family's lives. She will definitely be missed. Rest in peace, Hadass. I think Mom was inherently an advocate. That's what her actions always taught me. As teachers, you also have to be an advocate.

You know, with education, that's the first step to change. And then once you've got enough of that education, the next... For example, oh, my gosh. And I mentioned an IQ test before. Like, I was being given an IQ test on Mom's Campus the day she had an accident. And that was the day that she launched her down her path of, Lord, lots of physical ailments. But the events preceding that were almost even more. formative for me. The reason, so I went to Calabasasas schools my entire life, but there was a point

where mom, she wanted me to put me in like the gifted track. And like in California, gifted just means like I guess it's almost a special need, you know, just they learn differently, maybe at a different pace. So my mom's goal was to put me in that program. So Rory and I had IQ tests in the same day. I guess like it was a in Calabasas, you know, you can pay for an IQ test private. mom was a single mom didn't have a lot of money so she applied for like a free IQ test both Roy and I went the same day I remember that we sat down to take the test in a couple weeks we get the results and you know Rory was highly gifted I guess like the you know he's really smart that which was no shock and I came back to imply I had a much lower IQ than expected so mom

was like, wait, hold on, what? And what had happened was we found out that mom wrote Rory's birthday on both Scantrons. So I tested much lower because I'm three years younger. So mom was like, no, no, no, no, I totally made a mistake. I'm so sorry, can we retest? No, we can't, unless you want to pay the $500 for the test. And mom, of course, a woman of principals, very rigid principles, She was like, hell no, I'm not paying $500. I don't even have that, but no, I made a mistake. Can't you guys, you know, have a little leeway this once? And no.

So my mom decided to switch my whole school district. I left the Calabasasas School District in fourth grade at that point and got a free IQ test from the district over. And was, yes, like everything was correct at that time. Her guesses were correct. I was put in the gifted program. I had two of the best educational years of my entire life at that school, Carpenter Avenue Elementary School in Studio City.

And then I switched back to Las Virginis that, you know, in sixth grade in middle school, with my gifted label or whatever at this point. And that experience completely taught me that if I have, you know, and I guess she didn't have to do all that. And I at one point was not very happy about having to move schools. But in hindsight, man, mom was a warrior. She was like, no, you're not going to, I'm going to find a way around your rules that are bullshit. And it was totally kosher.

What she did was illegal. Wait, I should say that clear. A legal, not illegal, but a legal way to do it. She taught right by the school I went to, which she switched me into. So it was like, it was absolutely okay to do that. And everything was by the book. And that's what mom showed me. It's like, you do you, you know who you are and you advocate for yourself.

And if you can't, and if someone is getting in your way, be kind. But still, kick some fucking ass. Not physically, but like, you know, you advocate for yourself no matter what. There are hurdles in life. You will overcome them if you try hard enough. And that is exactly the type of person, you know, my mom showed me that in her actions. She showed me that in her words, even though she really didn't overcome her great hurdle of trying to help Rory through his difficulties, her legacy still remains for sure.

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