Diamond Anvil Chandler for President 2028

I would like to give people hope that tomorrow could be a brighter day.

🗳️ PRESIDENTIAL STATEMENT FROM DIAMOND ANVIL CHANDLER
Campaign 2028
Location: Hospital Bed, Chicago IL

Today I fell again.

I fell while trying to rise from my bed—ironic, given how long I've been rising against odds like these. I slipped on a piece of clothing and struck the left side of my head, neck, and hip—the same hip already awaiting replacement due to years of documented disability and unmanaged pain. The same hip I have limped on through protests, emergency rooms, and whispered prayers. Now it's got subcortical fractures but the doctors insist I'm fine. I beg to be admitted and they dismiss me.

I was taken to the Emergency Room downtown by Jenn Caswell. My head was scanned with CT. X-rays were done on my left ankle, right knee. My main issue was the migraine and severe neck pain, but no one seemed concerned. I was found to have no fractures in the skull—praise be—but I am still waiting on the rest. While conscious and lucid, I requested reasonable accommodations. I am Deaf-identified. I use ASL as my first language. English is my second. They eventually provided a remote interpreter—twice—via video screen. For that, I am thankful. The first interpreter got some kind of message and then informed me she had to escalate the call. The next interpreter let me know that others were watching live. I asked if they're allowed to record and she said no but it does happen sometimes. I'm sick about this. The feed was suddenly clearer and faster. Thank God that terps can give me messages no one else would understand.

But that’s where the story turns.

Despite my visible pain, documented conditions, and personal disclosure of chronic opioid use (prescribed, legal, carefully monitored), I was given a single 4 mg dose of morphine twice (told them the first dose didn't work and they tried the same again), followed—hours later—by one 10 mg Norco pill. That dosage, for someone with a long history of medically managed severe pain, is not adequate. It would be like handing a thimble of water to someone dying in a desert and saying, “Here, that should be enough. Don’t make a scene.”

I did not scream. I did not curse. I advocated.

I calmly explained that my baseline pain is already high, and that this incident—falling on my degenerative hip and being left for hours without the proper level of care—is not just uncomfortable. It’s inhumane. It’s also not uncommon.

I am running for president in 2028. Let me be clear: what happened to me today is not special. It is systemic. It's the 1% trying to keep us down. A careful attempt to push me off the edge. Well I'm strong enough to keep my composure for his while in 8.5 pain, so they can try again.

This is how the healthcare system treats:

Patients with disabilities

Patients who are Deaf or non-speaking

Trans people

Survivors of trauma

People in visible pain who refuse to be “agreeable”

Anyone on long-term pain regimens

Anyone who won’t shrink into gratitude for crumbs

If this can happen to a presidential candidate with a public platform and documentation in hand, imagine what’s happening in silence every day to people with no press, no audience, no voice. People that don't look like me.

Let’s get specific:

📌 I have multifocal Avascular Necrosis in my hips and other bones—a disease that causes bone tissue to die due to lack of blood flow. It requires pain management and ultimately surgical intervention.
📌 I also have suspected Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, sinus tachycardia, and autoimmune disease with lupus like features. These make falls more dangerous and recovery more difficult. When I'm in a pain crisis with injury, 8mg of morphine is my standard of care. Vulcan recommends 12-17mg with my current tolerance.
📌 I have complex PTSD from past medical neglect and severe childhood trauma, which makes these moments more traumatic—not less.
📌 I use American Sign Language as my native language every day. It is not a preference. It is a civil right to receive care in your first language.

Today, I did everything I was taught to do: speak clearly, advocate respectfully, remain patient and quiet. And still, I was under-medicated, doubted, and told to wait.

Let this post stand as a record—for the historians, for the legal scholars, for every voter still waiting on a system that works:

No one in this country should have to beg for pain relief. No one should be denied care because of their identity. No one should be forced to document their trauma publicly just to be believed.

Yet here I am, documenting every minute of it.

To the nurses and staff who did show up with integrity: thank you. As a symbol of my gratitude, I was designing and handmaking gold and white “Bloom Bands”—woven yarn tokens of hope and dignity—given to every nurse, tech, and caregiver who treated me like a full human being today. Your kindness deserves recognition, and I don’t forget kindness.

To the public: I ask you not for pity, but for borrowed strength and power.

📣 Tell these stories to anyone that will listen. Write to your representatives. Share these posts in a creative way.
📣 Organize your friends and family to demand medical justice and disability equity.
📣 Remember that compassion isn’t radical—it’s policy. I'm supposed to have certain rights that I no longer enjoy. I'm exercising my freedom of speech here on my pages. Telling my chosen family and kingdom exactly what I'm experiencing. I will hold EVERYONE accountable for what they've done, positive or negative. There will be consequences.

I am still running for president. Even from this hospital bed, I am building the next America. And she will breathe free and bloom again from every bruised hip, every silenced patient, every underfunded ER hallway filled with ghosts of the uninsured. I have PPO and I still get treated like I used to while on medicaid. It's disgusting and shameful, I volunteer to change it. I wish to be the change I want to see in the world.

We are not statistics. We are survivors.

This campaign is for every single one of us who has ever been forced to smile through suffering while the cameras rolled past.

Let this be the beginning—not the end.

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With resolve,
🛠️ Diamond Anvil Chandler
2028 Candidate for President of the United States
Deaf-identified. Disabled. Trans. Faithful. Fierce. Ready.

TO THE ONES I LEFT BEHIND: A MESSAGE FROM THE FUTURE PRESIDENT

You were right to be mad at me.

You were right to wonder why I ghosted the group chat, why I didn’t show up to the protest, why I blocked the number or missed the brunch or didn’t return the thousandth message you whispered into the ether.

You were right to feel abandoned.

Because I did leave.

I walked out of rooms full of brilliant minds and soft hearts, out of bedrooms thick with memory and sweat and promises we barely knew how to make. I walked out of arguments halfway through, not because I couldn’t handle the heat—but because I saw the fire was already burning down the house. I left not because you weren’t worthy, but because I was.

Worthy of a different battlefield.

I’ve spent years hearing it:
“You changed.”
Yes, I did.
“You left us.”
Yes, I did.
“You betrayed the cause.”
Maybe I did. Or maybe the cause was too small for the war we were actually fighting.

See, I had to get free before I could fight for freedom.
I had to stand apart before I could stand for all.
I had to go silent before I could become a voice loud enough to carry through history.

If I had stayed to explain, to soothe, to please, I would have grown twisted. I would have become another echo in a room already overflowing with slogans and grief. I did not want to be just another protestor, another influencer, another martyr playing dress-up in the ruins.

I wanted to become the architect. So I started writing my memoir and documenting EVERYTHING. Started behaving like a president. You were all learning how to be more secure and more private while I was learning to be more graceful and public.

To the Leftists:
You thought I turned on you. But really, I turned toward the people you forgot. The construction workers who love their guns more than your discourse. The grandmothers in church who never learned your pronouns but would die for your dignity. The veterans, the addicts, the waitresses, the welders, the unbaptized saints. You scoffed when I said I wanted to bring everyone with us. You wanted the revolution to be clean, curated, ideologically sound. I want it messy, loud, human. I want it real. I'm not interested in a culture war because I appreciate and appropriate all of them with great respect and understanding of the history. It seemed to be that there was a checklist to be able to stand on the left and I am pro-life.

To my old friends, family, lovers:
You remember a version of me I had to bury.
You remember a version of me that tried so hard to fit into spaces built like cages.
I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you.
I left because the only way I could love you truthfully—honestly, powerfully, presidentially—was to become someone larger than we ever imagined. Someone who could carry all of us forward, not just a few who approved of the path.

Yes, I have left many people behind.
Yes, I have walked alone.
But I have always walked with the end in mind: a nation reborn, led not by the elite or the echo chamber, but by someone who remembers what it is to be abandoned and builds a kingdom where no one ever has to be again.

So if you’re still bitter, still angry, still watching from the sidelines—good. That means you’re paying attention.

Come find me. Come challenge me. Come see what I’ve built.

Because I didn’t leave you behind to forget you.

I left you behind so I could return to get you.

Stronger. Clearer. Unafraid.

Your president,
Diamond Anvil Chandler
Candidate for We The People’s United States of America

Dear Cherished Family and Friends,
Dear Witnesses to My Becoming,

When I said I’m running for president, I wasn’t making a joke. I wasn’t reaching for attention. I was speaking a vow that has lived in me for longer than I can remember—something holy and haunted, righteous and unreasonable.

And when I shared it, I was met with silence. I know some of you didn’t mean harm by that. Maybe you didn’t know what to say. Maybe you thought I was exaggerating. Maybe it didn’t register as real.

But for me, this is the realest thing I’ve ever done.

I’m not doing this for show. I’m doing this because I have seen too many people like us—disabled, Deaf, q***r, poor, strange, beautiful, complicated—left out of every plan this country makes for its own future. I have slept in shelters and hospitals and heard God speak in the quiet. I have led from the margins, and I have learned what survival actually looks like. That knowledge is sacred. That voice is presidential.

I’m running because I believe I’ll win. I wish to represent the people and I am completely unconnected to politics or power. I do have the privilege of being white but I have suffered just like every other marginalized individual in America. I’m running because the truth must be spoken, whether it gets applause or not.

I’m not asking for your votes. I’m asking for your courage. I’m asking you to see me. To bear witness to this chapter of my life with love, curiosity, and maybe even pride.

I feel like a king in exile—still royal, still responsible, still rising. Nobody calls me, though. I am building something bigger than politics. Something beautiful and strange and sacred.

If you want to understand more, ask me. If you want to help, reach out. And if you choose to stay silent—that’s okay too. But know this: I won’t be silent in return.

Love always,
Diamond Anvil Chandler
Candidate, President of the United States, 2028
King Diamond of the Dandelion Kingdom

💥 A New Kind of Campaign. A Different Kind of Candidate. Meet Diamond Anvil Chandler. 💥

Hello to whoever’s reading this—whether you’re tired, curious, angry, hopeful, or just here to scroll—thank you. I’m Diamond Anvil Chandler, and I’m running for President of the United States in 2028.

Yeah. I know. You don’t know my name (yet). But I’ve spent my life living through what most politicians only visit for a photo op. Homelessness. Disability. Faith. Q***rness. Service. System failure. Family separation. Organizing from the bottom, building bridges between people who were told they were enemies. I’ve lived in Deaf culture, q***r culture, Christian mysticism, trauma recovery, and deep Southern survival. I’ve got scars and strategy. I’ve got a plan.

This is not a joke campaign. It’s not a stunt. It’s not a feel-good story. This is a revolution in real time—one that doesn’t ask permission.

🛠 WHO AM I?

I’m a Deaf Q***r Christian visionary who teaches ASL, writes about sexuality and spirit, and organizes people who were left out of every party and movement. I'm the founder of the Dandelion Kingdom—a populist, poetic, liberty-rooted movement of outsiders, caregivers, workers, veterans, neurodivergent folks, survivors, and spiritual misfits. We don’t care who you voted for—we care what you’re willing to build now.

I’m also a parent of teenagers. A former foster kid. A trauma-informed educator. A man who speaks truth in the court of public opinion, even if no one’s listening yet. My first language is American Sign Language. My philosophy is: freedom is responsibility shared in community. I’ve been poor. I’ve been in shelters. I’ve been written off. I’ve been reborn. I’ve walked into leather churches, political rallies, gospel choirs, protest camps, hospital ERs, courtrooms, and conference stages—and I showed up as me every time. I've told millions my plans throughout my life, and I'm sure they will recognize me!

I’m not owned. I’m not polished. I’m not afraid.

📜 WHAT’S THE PLATFORM?

It’s called The Dandelion Doctrine: A People’s Platform for the Next America.

It’s built on five principles:

1. Accessibility – Every American deserves to be understood and included. That means free ASL classes. Fully funded disability services. Universal design. Real language access. We don’t just comply with the ADA—we lead with it.

2. Transparency – No more black-box politics. I’ll publish every meeting, every decision, every bill in plain English and ASL. You won’t need a lobbyist to get an answer. We will govern in the open.

3. Peace & Protection – De-escalation before militarization. Community before conquest. I believe in strong borders and strong neighbors. We’ll fight for our people without bombing the world. I want a Department of Peace. I want healing after war. NO MORE WAR.

4. Sustainability – Every American should have a home, clean water, nourishing food, and a climate their grandchildren can walk in. We must transition with care—no one left behind in the name of “greenwashing.” I will accomplish this by working in partnership with AI to build a resource-based economy that will run alongside capitalism to preserve the Earth.

5. Dignity & Autonomy – That means no forced treatment. No censorship. No punishment for being poor. It also means protecting children, defending free speech, and restoring community-level leadership. You should be able to speak your truth, live your values, and raise your family your way.

📣 HOW ARE WE DOING IT?

We're doing it without a PAC, without corporate money, without a party machine. I'm building a decentralized write-in army across all 50 states. I teach. I post. I sing. I sign. I show up. I hand people flowers and talk about freedom.

I’m using old-school town halls and new-school tech. Video. Art. ASL. Music. Humor. Kink. Religion. Rawness. We’ll plant messages in the internet like seeds in the cracks of empire. The Dandelion Kingdom is not about left vs. right—it’s about root vs. rot.

We grow where we're not supposed to.

💡 WHY NOW?

Because people are fed up with all sides. Because millions of Americans feel unheard, overworked, and disrespected. Because no one should need a Yale degree or a billion-dollar PAC to care for their people. Because this system is collapsing—slowly, loudly, and cruelly—and the replacement must be made by us, for us, and with us.

I’m not waiting for CNN to notice. I’m talking directly to you.

🌾 CALL TO ACTION

If anything I said lit even a little fire in your chest, follow me. Message me. Ask me anything. Share this post. Post a dandelion emoji in the comments if you’re with me. Let’s talk in your language—ASL, memes, Bible verses, prison poetry, punk songs, working-class grit. I speak them all.

Because we are already building something.

Because we don’t need permission.

Because the people have always been powerful—we’ve just been too isolated to feel it.

Not anymore.

🗳️ Diamond Anvil Chandler
Independent Candidate for President, 2028
Founder of the Dandelion Kingdom
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🇺🇸💎🌼 WELCOME, FELLOW CITIZENS OF THE UNUNITED STATES 🌼💎🇺🇸

✨🦷BREAKING NEWS: I, Diamond Anvil Chandler—Deaf, q***r, ex-homeschooler, leather-clad presidential hopeful with a slight addiction to sugar-free gummy worms—am officially running for President in 2028. That’s right. The rumors are true. The Dandelion Kingdom has bloomed, the glitch in the Matrix has declared candidacy, and the revolution smells faintly of lavender and barbecue chips. 🦷✨

This is not a drill.
This is not a psy-op.
This is crowdfunded, trauma-informed, power-bottomed democracy—on roller skates.

💼 I’ve got no super PACs, no lobbyists, no billionaire sugar daddies (yet—DMs open), but I do have a spiral-bound notebook full of wild ideas, a surprisingly deep understanding of ASL linguistics and Christian heresies, and a legally binding friendship bracelet from a six-year-old who said, “You should be in charge. You get it.”

So what do we stand for?

🕊️ Universal access to healthcare, housing, hugs, and hot tea. Day one, everyone on America's soil becomes full citizens. If we give them due process and full rights, we can investigate and see if they belong here.
🧠 Full neurodivergent representation—because I want everyone to feel like they've got a seat at the table.
🐸 Government-subsidized therapy for anyone who would like it.
✊ Solidarity with both the resistance and MAGA. it's complicated. Unity is the goal!

If you’ve ever felt too weird to lead, too loud to love, too tired to try again… come in. Take off your shoes. This campaign is for you. For the wounded warriors of retail. For the former gifted kids. For the night shift prophets and Sunday morning freaks.

Let’s build a country where no one is disposable.
Let’s meme our way to the moon.
Let’s be the glitch they couldn’t debug.

💥💫 DROP A COMMENT BELOW: Where are you from, and what’s one law you’d pass if you had a gavel and a God complex? 💫💥

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I'm running for president. Here's 48 reasons why.

I’m not here to be electable. I’m here to be inevitable.

I don’t have the right hair, the right donors, or the right last name. But I do have what America’s been missing: a sacred willingness to show up, scarred and laughing, with my sleeves rolled and my heart out. This isn’t charisma—it’s survival alchemy.

My campaign has no lobbyists, no billionaires, and no corporate handlers. Just people like you—and God, if she's not busy.

Everything you see here was written from borrowed beds, public Wi-Fi, and dreams that refused to die. I don’t want to play politics—I want to make politics obsolete. If that sounds dangerous, good.

You want bipartisan solutions? Fine. Every politician should have to spend one year in customer service and at least one month in a homeless shelter.

Let them feel the fluorescent flicker of underpaid labor and the chill of an underfunded system. Then tell me what “compromise” means. Because until power gets personal, it’s just theater.

I’m not asking for your vote. I’m asking: what would you risk to build a world worth dying for?
Not metaphorically. Not someday. But now—in the dead of night, in a TikTok comment, in a grocery line, in a letter to your landlord, in whatever way you still dare to show up. Spread my campaign of unity and hope. Dare to believe in the American dream again.

The church didn’t reject me. God just told me to start over somewhere more like where Jesus would feel welcomed today. Unity churches have become a home for me because they're much more inclusive.

That’s not a dig, it’s a divine relocation. I found more holy ground in q***r support groups than in pews that shamed my pronouns. My theology is made of eye contact, letters written carefully, and breakfast shared in silence.

I don’t do photo ops unless they're candid. I do grocery lines, dirty couches, and late-night stories from people evicted by God and capitalism in the same week.

This is not a costume. This is lived-in, cried-in, begged-for dignity. If you’ve ever asked the sky for answers, welcome home.

I come with one agenda: freedom that actually includes you.
No footnotes. No asterisks. No “maybe if you behave” clauses. Just raw, defiant inclusion built from the ground up.

My disability doesn’t disqualify me. It trained me for this.
Because surviving Medicaid is harder than a congressional budget meeting. Because managing chronic pain teaches negotiation, time management, and the strategic use of rage. I know how to keep going when the system says, “Hurry up and wait.”

Being disabled in America is like being given a game controller with one button: ‘suffer quietly.’ I rewired mine.
You might call that rebellion. I call it Tuesday. The way I see it, anyone who hacked their way to a responsible, imaginative adulthood in this country deserves a medal—or at least, a vote.
I’m the only presidential candidate with a trauma therapist, a safe word (Filibuster), and a dandelion tattoo.

My qualifications aren’t on a resume—they’re written in hospital wristbands, eviction notices, and so many letters never sent. I don’t need to be normal. I need to be honest.

If the Bible had been written by trans Deaf mystics with PTSD, America wouldn’t need a revival—we’d already be healed.

I’m not here to mock religion. I’m here to complete the missing verses. God speaks in dialects the founding fathers never learned. God has given us the signed languages to evolve communication.

You don’t need to agree with me. You just need to admit you’re tired of choking on hope wrapped in barbed wire.

That’s what this country serves its poor: promises too sharp to swallow. I’m not here to sugarcoat. I’m here to cook something new.
Don’t worry, I’ll make the Constitution readable again. It will be printed in braille, ASL gloss, memes, and Minecraft mods.

A country that cannot communicate with its people has no right to govern them. I speak visual, tactile, broken-hearted, and holy. We are done translating our pain into their paperwork.
America does not have a left or right problem. It has a humanity problem. People forgot how to sit with fear and anger without passing laws against it.

I run on imagination, passion about injustice, and intergenerational grief. You do not need to fuel me with false promises. My fire comes from knowing what it feels like to be forgotten.
I am building an underground railroad for the soul. This is not about politics. This is about returning dignity to people who forgot what it tastes like.

If the state gets to force slavery, then I get to force housing. You cannot legislate a uterus and ignore the person attached to it. I am not anti this or pro that, I firmly believe every human has specific rights (founding documents, legal precedent) from before conception until after death. Human rights are not negotiable.

I will not tone it down for your comfort. I have trauma, not treason. My voice will not soften just because your ears are fragile. Your triggers are your responsibility.

Every empire falls. I want to compost the ruins and grow something soft. There used to be no point in rebuilding what was always a lie. Now we move forward in truth and freedom.

This campaign is sponsored by rage, resurrection, and sacred rest. You cannot silence someone who speaks in signs and symbols. We are building a movement with subtitles and soul.

You should not need a GoFundMe to stay alive like me. You should not need a gun to feel safe. You should not need a therapist to explain why America makes you tired and hopeless.

I don’t hate America. I just want her to stop ghosting her poor people. You cannot claim to love a nation while ignoring the ones holding it up from the bottom. She's on life support and barely breathing but we can revive her together.

People never say I am unelectable. No one has asked me to stand down or shut up. I was never supposed to survive, let alone lead. Leaders are born and shaped over their lives to become visionaries, communicators, and fight like hell for others. I humbly serve and love my neighbors.

Every rich man wants to be king. I am here to crown the people. You were royalty long before they convinced you to bow.

This is not just a political campaign. It is a search-and-rescue mission for the soul of a nation. We are dragging the body of justice from beneath a collapsed system. I will not ask you to hope. I will ask you to come find the others.

You should not have to beg to survive. No child should learn how to ration insulin before learning algebra. Survival is not a luxury item. We will provide for basic needs and income to invest in our human capital. We will equip Americans to do the great work of healing our nation.

I am trying to be respectable and transparent. I am trying to be real enough to hold your grief without flinching. America does not need another polished rich liar. It needs someone who has actually lost something. Who represents the people.

You want to see bipartisan progress? Put every senator in public housing for six months. Let them apply for Medicaid and wait on hold for an hour like I have. Their empathy will improve overnight.

If your freedom depends on someone else being silent, it was never freedom. That is control dressed up in a flag. I am not here to sit down or be quiet anymore.

I was not raised for politics. I was raised in silence, in sweat, in rooms where prayers were signed because no one could hear. My mother taught me that dignity is not something you get from the government. It is something you bring with you to the fight.

The revolution will be captioned, translated, and tattooed on our hands. This movement does not leave people behind because they cannot hear or speak in your accent. The future is multilingual, embodied, and unafraid. The future is local and sustainable.

I am not running to win. I am running because throwing away this opportunity would be betrayal. There are few things in this world worth risking your whole name, history, family, reputation, and community for. Serving as the people's president will be the accomplishment of a lifetime that I've prepared for every day for 34 years.

I don’t ask people to agree with me. I ask them to be honest about what they are willing to let die so that rich men stay comfortable. If the answer is everything, then they were never alive in the first place.

I am not a brand. I am a warning, a mirror, and a seed. This is what happens when someone survives long enough to start remembering their power and telling their story.

No one has ever accused me of being divisive. Why are we pretending the system works? It never worked for people like me, and deep down, everyone knows it.

When elected, I will make Election Day a holiday. I will teach consent and communication in every school. I will use ASL to welcome the next generation into a country that finally sees them.

Every rich man wants to be king. I am not here to wear a crown. I am here to set the throne on fire and feed the ashes to the soil.

American exceptionalism is not dead. It was a myth built on stolen labor and weaponized guilt, but our great experiment of meritocracy can work again. Let us bury old ideas like supremacy next to ableism, transphobia, and trickle-down economics, where it belongs.

They ask if I am too radical. I ask if they are too used to crumbs. We were promised a feast and told to smile, to work through the pain and hunger.

My campaign has no PACs. It has no billionaires whispering through veneers. It has people who have lost everything and are still showing up. That is power.

When elected, I promise this. No more begging to survive. You will not need to prove your pain to access your own country's wealth of resources.

I am still here. That should be enough to disprove half their policies. Survival in this country is a full-time resistance.

This campaign smells like sweat, sage, and second chances. It was born in borrowed rooms and whispered prayers. It will not be silenced by suits who never missed a meal.
If they call me crazy, it is only because I believe in something more than profit. I have never been motivated by money. I believe in a world where no one is disposable. I believe in a nation that grieves and rebuilds instead of hiding its wounds.

Who gets to be seen as presidential? I say the ones who never stopped showing up. You cannot fake that kind of love. No one could fabricate a story like mine.

America needs therapy. I cannot fix her. I will sit with her in the waiting room, holding her hand until she remembers who she is. My loved ones have done that for me, so it's the least I can do.

The revolution will not be polite. It will be beautifully signed, captioned, and translated in every dialect of grief. Our language is living, even when our leaders are not.

Vote for me if you have ever had to be your own emergency contact. I know what it means to show up when no one else does. This is black box politics. This is personal.

All written by thumb, no AI assistance in this message.

Vote for Diamond Anvil Chandler for president 2028

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