<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28172335</id><updated>2011-08-07T07:31:12.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Carolina Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28172335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28172335.post-115013142676861222</id><published>2006-06-12T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T05:26:44.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac Hanson gets married.</title><content type='html'>So my first love, Zac Hanson, got married on June 3rd. *sigh* I was in love with him when I was 11. I still love Hanson's music and I think they are all hot, but Clay Aiken is my "love" now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures that they released to the media. I thought they were sweet. Zac is 20, but I think he looks about 14 in these pictures. It must be the goofy grin. They look so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v55/GibsonGirl27/29523bf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v55/GibsonGirl27/5cb39fa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v55/GibsonGirl27/zac-hanson-wedding-photo-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think her dress is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28172335-115013142676861222?l=confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115013142676861222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28172335&amp;postID=115013142676861222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28172335/posts/default/115013142676861222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28172335/posts/default/115013142676861222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/zac-hanson-gets-married.html' title='Zac Hanson gets married.'/><author><name>Monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28172335.post-114906288519184456</id><published>2006-05-31T04:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:07:10.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Says You Can't Go Home</title><content type='html'>Here's a little montage I made. It's not the best, but I had fun making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K04Zra70eRI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K04Zra70eRI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28172335-114906288519184456?l=confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114906288519184456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28172335&amp;postID=114906288519184456' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28172335/posts/default/114906288519184456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28172335/posts/default/114906288519184456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-says-you-cant-go-home.html' title='Who Says You Can&apos;t Go Home'/><author><name>Monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28172335.post-114895540222432452</id><published>2006-05-29T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:14:34.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Working at an Amusement Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Okay, just to give you a little background, I work at Paramount's Carowinds in Charlotte, NC. Yes, that's the park that Clay's NAT Charlotte concert was at. No, I didn't work there then, but I have worked there for the past two years and I got to work several of the concerts last year. Most of the time I just work in the gift shops inside the park. It's a snoozer of a job, but I guess it could be much much worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well, today they had me on a "night novelty" cart, which is just a cart with a bunch of light up toys on it. I was also selling drinks. Anyway I was standing outside at the cart for about 4 hours and I heard Kelly's song "Breakaway" so many times over the park's PA system that I came thisclose to chucking a light up sword at the speaker. Now I would consider myself a Kelly fan, but GEEZE enough is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It was about 92 degrees outside today. At first they let me put my cart in the shade, but a manager came back an hour later and made me move out of the shade because there were more people in another spot. So I stood for 4 hours in the hot sun and sold ONE light up rubber ball, 2 buckets of cotton candy, and maybe 4 drinks. Can you say boredom? At least I got off an hour early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh oh! My biggest pet peeve about customers at the park is when they ask you what price something is and it has a price tag on it. Why don't people look at the price tags? I always answer them nicely, but most of the time I have to flip the tag over to see because I don't remember the price off the top of my head. They just go "Oh!" when I show them the price tag. Price tags are not a new invention people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some advice. When you go to a store and you can't find something in the right size don't bother asking if they have it in the back. If you have ever worked in retail you know that it is next to impossible to find something in the stockroom. There are tons of brown cardboard boxes stacked up, all with wrong labels(which are supposed to be right). 9 times out of 10 the store employee will just walk back in the stock room, glance around, and come back out. My method of finding something in a stock room is, walk in, find a box, stick your hand in it, and determine if it feels like what you are looking for. It's a good method. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28172335-114895540222432452?l=confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114895540222432452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28172335&amp;postID=114895540222432452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28172335/posts/default/114895540222432452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28172335/posts/default/114895540222432452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/joys-of-working-at-amusement-park.html' title='The Joys of Working at an Amusement Park'/><author><name>Monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28172335.post-114840875748270933</id><published>2006-05-23T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T08:35:33.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clay on AI finale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's been heavily rumored that Clay Aiken will appear on the Wednesday finale of American Idol season 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy named Taylor and a girl named Katharine will also be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28172335-114840875748270933?l=confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114840875748270933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28172335&amp;postID=114840875748270933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28172335/posts/default/114840875748270933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28172335/posts/default/114840875748270933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/clay-on-ai-finale.html' title='Clay on AI finale!'/><author><name>Monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28172335.post-114801464961156481</id><published>2006-05-19T00:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T00:41:13.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little picture montage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I was fooling around with Windows Movie Maker and I made this. The song I used doesn't really have much significance, I just like it. No, I don't really want to die like the song says. :P &lt;br /&gt;The montage isn't too fancy because it is the first one I have tried to do. I'm just trying to get the hang of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://vidmg.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v55/GibsonGirl27/IWDmontage.flv" height="308" width="352"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song I used is "I Wanna Die" by Miranda Lambert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28172335-114801464961156481?l=confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114801464961156481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28172335&amp;postID=114801464961156481' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28172335/posts/default/114801464961156481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28172335/posts/default/114801464961156481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-little-picture-montage.html' title='Just a little picture montage...'/><author><name>Monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28172335.post-114775268952088204</id><published>2006-05-15T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T14:02:44.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on the Grey's Anatomy season finale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;This post contains semi-spoilers from the Grey's Anatomy season finale. Read at your own risk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;So of course these next few weeks will be filled with season finales for all of the major television shows. American Idol is down to 3 contestants. Desperate Housewives ends their season on Sunday. I have watched and liked these shows in the past, but now I really don't have much interest in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;If you ask anyone they will tell you that I am addicted to American Idol. I have watched it every year since season two. In season two I fell in love with the voice of Clay Aiken. During season three I voted for Diana. Season four made me a fan of Carrie. This season I find myself without a favorite. All of the contestants are just okay to me. I don't really dislike any of them, but I don't like any of them either. I am apathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Desperate Housewives just seems too desperate to me. I find myself not being able to like any of the characters. If I can't like the characters then I become bored with the show. I watched Desperate Housewives last season, but I don't think I have even watched half of the episodes this season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;My absolute favorite show on television right now is Grey's Anatomy. I love most of the characters and the writers are wonderful. George and Bailey are my two favorite characters. Usually the writers strike a good balance between drama, humor, and happiness. After watching the finale from tonight I am left feeling empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they want me to feel empty so I will be come back for more next season. I just wish one thing had turned out the way I wanted it. I'm a sucker for happy endings, but I guess happy endings don't make good television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite line from the whole series:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;GEORGE: "Why is he suturing his own face?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; CRISTINA: "To turn me on..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; ALEX: "Because he's Mark Sloan. The guy is like the go-to plastic surgeon on the east coast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; GEORGE: "That’s the guy Addison was sleeping with."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; IZZIE: "Can you really blame her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; CRISTINA: "No, not really."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; GEORGE: "Yes, you can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; MEREDITH: "Well McSexy wants an X-ray to check for fractures and I think it’s a bad idea if I go with him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; GEORGE: "Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; ALEX: "I'm on it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; GEORGE: "Why is that a bad idea?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; CRISTINA: "McSexy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; MEREDITH: "That's not right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; IZZIE: "McYummy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; CRISTINA: "Mmm... no."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; MEREDITH: "McSteamy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; CRISTINA: "There it is!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; IZZIE: "Yup."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; GEORGE: "Allow me to choke back some McVomit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HA!BEST LINE EVER! I love George.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28172335-114775268952088204?l=confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114775268952088204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28172335&amp;postID=114775268952088204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28172335/posts/default/114775268952088204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28172335/posts/default/114775268952088204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/thoughts-on-greys-anatomy-season.html' title='Thoughts on the Grey&apos;s Anatomy season finale...'/><author><name>Monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28172335.post-114773652501188100</id><published>2006-05-15T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T01:36:24.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooo... Let's figure out how this blogging thing works.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hey, this is my first post in my new blog. I am out of school for the summer and looking for a job. It seems like no one is hiring and it sucks. So far I have submitted at least 6 applications and I have 1 interview. Grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would start something to keep my occupied until Clay Aiken's new CD and tour kick into gear. Yes, I'm one of those. Some people call us Claymates, Clayniacs, and sometimes other not so nice things. The truth is that we a great group of people who all appreciate the amazing voice of one Clay Aiken.&lt;br /&gt;How did I become a fan of Clay Aiken you ask? Well, as you can see from the title of my blog, I come from the beautiful state of North Carolina. I was borned and raised in a town near Charlotte, NC and when season two of American Idol started I heard from a friend that a guy from NC was a contestant. I decided to check him out because it's not every day that someone from NC is on national tv. Clay Aiken is from Raleigh, NC, but he went to school at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte, which is not far from my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I heard Clay sing I was hooked. He has the most amazing voice. I watched every week to see how he would do. He hooked me with his voice, but he reeled me in with his wit and great personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="352" height="308" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://vidmg.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v55/GibsonGirl27/AI2_030128_AtlantaAudition_AlwaysAn.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I can't figure out why the sound are video are off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28172335-114773652501188100?l=confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114773652501188100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28172335&amp;postID=114773652501188100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28172335/posts/default/114773652501188100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28172335/posts/default/114773652501188100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionscarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/sooooo-lets-figure-out-how-this.html' title='Sooooo... 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