175 Ways Girls and Women Are Told How Not To Get Raped

I spent some time digging around on the internet, and talking to people I knew, compiling a list of the things we’ve been hearing for such a long time on how to protect ourselves, to avoid the violence, harassment, and rape that so many of us end up experiencing anyway. And this doesn’t even come close to being all, and doesn’t even address issues of people we know, or are related to.  This is just for strangers.  Have any to add?

  1.  Don’t go places alone.
  2. Don’t walk in the dark, especially alone.
  3. Don’t walk down alleys.
  4. Don’t accept drinks.
  5. Don’t leave drinks unattended.
  6. Don’t go to bars alone.
  7. Don’t dress provocatively.
  8. Don’t wear skirts, it’s easy access.
  9. Don’t wear heels, wear sneakers so you can run.
  10. Go to self defense classes.
  11. Get pepper spray.
  12. Get a rape whistle.
  13. Get an emergency app on your cell phone.
  14. Don’t go anywhere without telling someone.
  15. Keep weapons in your house, car and purse.
  16. Learn how to get out of zip ties.
  17. Press all the floor buttons in an elevator.
  18. Don’t put your back to the corner, so you can’t get cornered.
  19. Remember where to run inside your home for weapons of opportunity.
  20. Know what weapons of opportunity are.
  21. Get self defense jewelry.
  22. Memorize pressure points.
  23. Yell rape if you feel threatened.
  24. Store small valuables in maxi pad wrappers so a mugger will leave you alone quicker.
  25. Know how to get out of a wrist hold.
  26. Don’t wear your hair up, it’s something for them to grab.
  27. Kick the knee.
  28. Kick the groin.
  29. Hit their nose in an upward motion with your palm.
  30. Eye gouging.
  31. Knee to the groin.
  32. Hit the point just below the ear.
  33. Hit the solar plexus.
  34. Learn how to headbutt.
  35. Learn how to yell and scream.
  36. Elbow strikes.
  37. Ear slap.
  38. Grab the ear and yank.
  39. Always look around at your surroundings.
  40. Don’t go to a gas station at night alone.
  41. Don’t jog with earphones.
  42. Don’t jog at dusk or dawn or at night.
  43. Don’t jog alone.
  44. Don’t accept polite offers from anyone.
  45. Walk wide around building corners.
  46. Practice a fast flinch.
  47. Don’t let any stranger into your house, even a screaming child.
  48. Drive on rims instead of trying to change your tire yourself, or wait for someone you know to come do it for you.
  49. Don’t go on blind dates.
  50. Get personal information about a possible date while withholding your own.
  51. Bring a buddy on your date.
  52. Take a taxi to get to and from a date, don’t drive yourself in case you end up drugged.
  53. Pay your part of the tab so you don’t “owe” them anything.
  54. Be involved in the planning of the date.
  55. Don’t go unless he knows that you’ve told a third party about the date.
  56. Don’t drink at all.
  57. Plan escapes routes for your home and work.
  58. Check sex offender sites.
  59. Basically be able to profile serial rapists and sociopaths through both verbal and physical cues.
  60. Practice saying no.
  61. Buy all the self defense books.
  62. Take all the self defense classes.
  63. Know what date rape drugs are out there and how to recognize the signs of having been dosed.
  64. Don’t accept cigarettes from strangers.
  65. Be able to profile potential stalker behavior.
  66. Home security.
  67. Get a dog.
  68. Un-list your phone number.
  69. Get caller ID.
  70. Don’t have a regular schedule.
  71. Circle your block a few times before going inside to make sure you aren’t being followed.
  72. Drive to a police station if you think you’re being followed.
  73. Don’t go into your building/house if you think you’re being followed.
  74. Keep a doorstop with you if you’re traveling alone, to stick in the door from the inside when closed and locked.
  75. Own a stun gun.
  76. Own a telescoping baton.
  77. Own a tazer.
  78. Own a stun light.
  79. Own pepper spray with UV dye in it for attacker identification.
  80. Own a kubaton.
  81. Own a knife.
  82. Own a gun.
  83. Don’t talk on your cell phone if you’re walking alone.
  84. Keep your phone in hand to call 911.
  85. Look into and under your car before getting into it.
  86. Don’t park next to larger vehicles/trucks/vans.
  87. Ask to be escorted to your car.
  88. If a large vehicle is parked on the driver side, get in through the passenger side.
  89. If a large vehicle is parked next to yours, go back inside and wait until they leave.
  90. If asked for your address or other personal information (say at a pharmacy) whisper it or write it down.
  91. If the clerk at a hotel desk says your room number too loud, ask for another room.
  92. Don’t go into your hotel room if someone is loitering nearby.
  93. Lock the door immediately after entering.
  94. Don’t look like a tourist.
  95. Don’t open doors without asking for identification.
  96. Bring your drink into the bathroom with you.
  97. Don’t put your name on the apartment buzzer, or abbreviate.
  98. Run away zig zagging.
  99. Don’t use Foursquare or Facebook check-ins.
  100. Check your smoke detector for cameras in a new apartment.
  101. Hold keys between fingers when walking as a weapon.
  102. Have your keys out specifically holding either car key or door key.
  103. Pretend to have a phone call so people don’t approach you.
  104. Pre-plan or seek out safe havens if being followed, go to a crowded place.
  105. Don’t run in the same areas regularly.
  106. Only use one earbud when walking or running or sitting on public transit.
  107. Pretend to listen to music to ignore advances.
  108. Cross the street away from seemingly drunk men.
  109. Cross the street at night if anyone is coming toward you.
  110. Avoid eye contact with men trying to get your attention.
  111. Get a taxi if you feel like you’re being followed on foot.
  112. Avoid stairs or elevators with only one other person.
  113. Text a friend if going for a run or on a date.
  114. Avoid social situations where someone who made us uncomfortable might be there.
  115. Don’t open unsolicited messages on Facebook from strange men to avoid harassment.
  116. Never answer the door when not expecting someone and ignore all knocks and bell-ringing.
  117. Don’t sleep naked in case of an intruder or peeping tom.
  118. Don’t be the only woman on the subway car, or bus.
  119. Constantly check mirrors while driving, noting car types and license plates.
  120. Drive all over the place if you think you’re being followed.
  121. Park near a light if it is dark or it’s going to be dark when you go back to your car.
  122. Where a hoodie in the car to appear male to other drivers.
  123. Check for official city medallion numbers in taxis.
  124. Run in baggy clothing even if it’s hot to avoid cat calls.
  125. Make sure you phone has plenty of cell battery at all times.
  126. Understand predator strategies.
  127. Don’t drive with windows down, don’t have them open at stop lights or stop signs.
  128. Keep car doors locked at all times.
  129. Car service places have key duplicators.  Only ever leave your car keys, not your whole set.
  130. Don’t pull over if someone motions that something is wrong with your car.
  131. Present strong body language at all times.
  132. Strike the throat.
  133. Don’t wear scarves, they’re easy to grab.
  134. Don’t wear necklaces that are easy to grab.
  135. Bring dressier clothes with you to change into when you get where you’re going.
  136. Make eye contact, study faces, so you can identify people if necessary.
  137. Stand close to the elevator doors to get off as quickly as possible.
  138. Take the elevator, not the stairs.
  139. Don’t be courteous to strangers, ask for the time, or directions.
  140. Be paranoid.
  141. Be suspicious.
  142. If you see anything even remotely weird, call the police or report to someone “official” wherever you might be.
  143. Don’t leave things in the yard that could be used to force entry into your house.
  144. Keep bushes so trimmed that there are no hiding spots.
  145. Hide the garage door opener.
  146. Use wooden dowels in windows and sliding glass doors.
  147. Be mindful of what you put on social media.
  148. Practice verbally stating boundaries in case someone makes you uncomfortable.
  149. Don’t wear flashy or expensive looking jewelry.
  150. Don’t wear restrictive clothing.
  151. Don’t leave garage door open.
  152. Don’t be obvious with handling wallet and contents.
  153. Buy a drug detecting nail polish.
  154. Buy emergency notification jewelry.
  155. Buy the Siren ring.
  156. Buy the Ahhhh-larm keyring.
  157. Buy the Nimb Ring.
  158. Roar for good safety products.
  159. Buy the Bear Gentleman Alarm
  160. Wearsafe Tag – Personal Security Alerts and Apps
  161. ROBOCOPP – Personal Safety Sound Grenade
  162. Buy the Apple Watch
  163. Smarwatcher App
  164. EmergenSee App
  165. bSafe App
  166. Bugle App
  167. Companion App
  168. Circle of 6 App
  169. Give a fake number.
  170. Give out number to a recording for creepy dudes. (646) 926-6614
  171. Tell people you’re married.
  172. Tell people you’re engaged.
  173. Tell people you have a boyfriend.
  174. Tell people you’re gay.
  175. Tell people that someone’s on their way to meet you.

It’s Been a Tough Year

I am a little over one month shy of a year since I last wrote anything.

I spoke about the stress and anxiety I was dealing with, but didn’t talk about some of the triggers.

I still, will not talk specifics about that.

But I will talk about that pervasive feeling of utter loneliness.  A quote from my last post: “Endlessly, vastly, cavernously, alone.”  This feeling has not completely gone away.  Despite being in a familiar place (with it’s own complications), and having met some nice people, I’m still struggling to really make new friends.

There is a particular reason that is contributing to my already awkward self that has a hard time letting people in.  It’s that acute feeling of loneliness I’ve been dealing with since just before this move.  I’ve tried.  I’ve reached out, so many times.  But mostly I’ve been met with near silence.

And it hurts.  It’s incredibly painful.  I’ve tried so hard to be understanding, patient, struggled with holding back wave after wave of paranoia and intrusive thoughts.

For nearly 7 months out of the last calendar year I have not had my husband, my rock, by my side.  He’s been deployed for more than half a year.  During a time where I’ve had some of the hardest emotional swings and hits I’ve had in the last decade.

I have struggled with being OK with talking about these things, because I don’t have certain people who know me well enough to talk to.  It’s not very attractive to have very little good to talk about with people who just met you.  People who don’t know you, don’t know your back story, don’t know how you are when things are going well versus when they aren’t.  When you can’t even talk to blood, and the rest of your family is thousands of miles away.  When everyone else has their own problems and you don’t want to be a burden, a negative Nancy, a Debbie downer, and you don’t want to be seen as whiny, incapable of coping… When you have to maintain for your child, especially because their other parent is away, you have to be a rock for yourself, your child and your deployed husband so he can do his job without worrying.

It’s tough realizing you’ve been basically maintaining a certain status quo despite the depression and the anxiety, so that people don’t see the cracks, the fissures, the pain, the struggle back and forth between short periods of good days versus the stretches of bad.

Questioning whether or not coming back was that good of an idea.  The floodgates of problems that come with being here.  The guilt, the emotional manipulation and abuse, the passive aggression, the unwelcome feeling of obligation….

I’ve tried.  Not hard enough I feel like, most of the time.  But I have.  I do tend to fall into the same kinds of coping mechanisms.  Like karaoke.  I do love it, but it definitely is pretty much a coping mechanism.  Could be worse, I guess.  I have met some nice people through that.  But as usual my pool of acquaintances is pretty big, I have some people I loosely consider friends that I wish I could find the energy to reach out more to, but the super close circle of friends?

That’s lost to me right now and it’s left a gaping cavern.

I managed to get through a 6 month deployment surprisingly well, I was lucky to have a really good chemical upswing.  Also, being able to go to Scotland to meet James while they were in port certainly helped break up the monotony of deployment.  And for those of you that don’t know the difference, he’s on submarines.  We don’t get to talk, or video chat all the time like surface ship people do.  We’re lucky to get emails on a very sporadic basis.

I also did some digging over those months into something I’d heard about a few times, then started hearing about in earnest from people I grew up with around here.  CBD oil.  It seemed kind of like a goofy cure-all thing, but seeing the people it was helping and loosely knowing what they needed it for… I was intrigued.  I received my first order the day James pulled back into port.  I wish I’d pulled the trigger on it sooner, but hey.  It has been an incredible help.  And I’ve turned into one of those old-timey people yelling about those old cure-all gimmicks.  It really is an amazing thing, but I won’t get all preachy in here.  Want to learn about it?  Do some research, it’s well worth it.

It has helped my depression and anxiety, but it’s definitely not a “cure”.  And dosage definitely needs to be adjusted based on how I’m feeling.  Most of the time it keeps me pretty level if my depression or anxiety are on a low level.  When I’m on a particularly good upswing, it makes me damned near giddy.  I still haven’t figured out how to dose when I’m having a particular low.  As evidenced by the fact that I’ve cried through most of this writing.

I am incredibly thankful for it.  And I’m happy to not feel the need to go back on pharmaceutical medications.  Did it once, never doing it again.  I’m an advocate for it for people who really need it, don’t get me wrong.  But it just didn’t work that well for me and the detox from it was horrible.  I’ve spent most of my life trying to deal with all this as naturally as possible.  Breathing exercises, meditation when I can manage it, and educating myself in psychology and emotions.  Those have been the backbone of how I attempt to find the rational in the irrational.  Mantras came out of that education, reminding myself that things will eventually pass, that my brain was messing with me.

After a while, the irrational of my condition is met with a growing fear of what reality might be and talk about feeling like you’re in limbo.  Trying to pick out what’s real and what’s not in my brain is getting harder.

As usual, I’m not sure where this is going, where I even wanted it to go, or of it even had a point other than maybe catharsis.  And hey, maybe simple catharsis is all I need right now.  Maybe this will take the edge off for a little while.  I can only hope.




It’s That Time Again, thanks, Navy.

It is indeed that time again, and once again it’s obvious that I am really bad at keeping up with this thing.  I’m not even entirely sure I should be doing this post, and I’m even less sure about just where it’s going to go or even whether or not there’s a point buried somewhere in my subconscious.

Yes, we’re moving again.  They say that moving is high on the list of big stressors in life.  I think we’ve done it enough times that it doesn’t feel like one…on the surface.  The things surrounding the move are more impactful at this point in my life.

Quite a few things have had a really intense effect on me as of late, and my entire system has felt it.  Things have been hard, physically, emotionally…  I had one of the most intense periods of anxiety that I’ve had in many, many years.  Though, the more I really try to sit and dissect it now that it has largely passed, I’m realizing that what I had been feeling at the end of the last duty station (while James was gone) was less about depression, and very likely more linked to anxiety.

My past with anxiety has been less intense than these two experiences.  The things that I went through in general were short in time span, and just weren’t as obvious in their symptoms as I had become accustomed to.

I’m not sure I can put into words at this point what I was feeling, but I’ll try.

As a quick aside, James has been an absolute rock.

If any of you have ever heard of invasive thoughts (or intrusive thoughts – An intrusive thought is an unwelcome involuntary thought, image, or unpleasant idea that may become an obsession, is upsetting or distressing, and can feel difficult to manage or eliminate.) my brain was completely taken over by this.

The worst thing was probably the realization that it was happening.  It took about a week to realize it, but I did.  And there was nothing I could do to stop it.  One instant to the next, no matter how hard I tried, the worries, the negative thoughts, the speculation, the paranoia, the self-doubt, self deprecation, the complete inability to focus on anything useful, barely being able to hold on to anything realistic during my day… barely hanging on to my sanity for the sake of my child and my marriage, let alone anything else or anyone else in my life…. this was close to one of the hardest things I’ve dealt with internally in my life.

Weeks on end wave upon wave of intrusive thoughts distracting me from everything in my day to day.  Finding a few minutes here and there to hide from my kid so I could cry and get it over with so I wouldn’t have to try to explain in the moment why mommy was crying.

Crying myself to sleep at night more times than I could count, relaying so much of the ridiculous, absurd, stupid, pointless, and completely irrational thoughts to my husband before passing out in his arms.  All the while repeating like a mantra “I know it’s all in my head.”

There are things that influenced these things for me, that I won’t go into here, other than a triggering of feeling the most alone I’d ever felt in my life.  Endlessly, vastly, cavernously, alone.  It was heartbreaking, even if it wasn’t fully real.  It’s a feeling I hope I never feel again, and I hope that my anxiety never gets that bad again.

I felt hopeless, helpless, frustrated, and knowing just how irrational all of it was, the keenness of that was amplified by the self-awareness to know I was going through a severe episode of anxiety.

When it wasn’t the emotions tearing me apart on the inside, my body felt like it was in over drive on some days… my heart would race, I’d be shaky so I’d cut out some of the coffee I was drinking, make sure to eat, and sometimes it would level out for a few hours before spiking again.  Some days I could barely eat, others, no amount of food was enough.  Insomnia some nights, others I’d go to bed early.  No amount of sleep was ever restorative enough.  Exhaustion, muscle tension, soreness… my body wouldn’t process things properly, I was drinking Pepto straight from the bottle.

Inside of me it was a hurricane colliding with a tornado with periodic explosions from a volcano.  All the while on the outside I was trying to be as normal as possible, especially for Zoe.  And who am I kidding, it was also for me, if I could fake it, perhaps I could convince my body and mind to fall in line.

There are things in my life that I have not really addressed and dealt with, which certainly isn’t helping me in the slightest.  I know that.  But I can only take so many things at any given time, and sometimes compartmentalizing things for a while is the only way to get through one thing in order to make it to the next.

I broke down the night before last, the most recent in my breakdowns these past few months.  There is certainly a lot of unpacking that I need to do, but this just isn’t the time to do it.  When is it ever the time to do it?  How many times am I going to need to unpack the pile of shit that is my emotional subconscious?  Realistically I’m going to have to do it many times in my lifetime, but I feel like I’m allowed to roll my eyes and huff over having to do it at all, once in a while.

There was a lot I had come to terms with over the course of my life, or at least, I thought I had come to terms with.  And perhaps I have…to a point.  And perhaps it’s really just my anxiety dragging things up, triggered by other things…and I’m allowing it to take over too much of my brain-time.

As usual, I have no idea how to even start dealing with any of this, and it’s of course at one of the worst times.  My rock is leaving, and I don’t want him leaving thinking that I’m less than capable of getting through.  Thankfully the worst of the worst has passed, and it’s not like this is super normal for me.

Well, the words just aren’t coming to me anymore, so I guess I’ll leave it at that.



Dwelling On vs. Acknowledging Something Negative

This is something I’ve been working on for a long, long time.  I still need to revisit it from time to time, especially when dealing with either my depression, my anxiety, or both.

Sometimes I struggle with it more in some moments, not because of my own mind, but because of the reactions of others if I bring up something negative that is going on, or something I’m feeling that is negative, or some kind of issue I need to bounce off someone, or even something that isn’t that huge of a deal and I just mention it off-hand to someone, and their response is just so negative in return that it throws me for a loop for a while.

Toss into that mix the ridiculous amount of brain power and time I spend re-playing conversations in my head, or the things I would have said had I had the opportunity, or had thought of it at the time, or just plain wished I said but bit my tongue.

These are often times when I realize that I forget that lots of people’s brains and thought processes just do not work the way mine does, and I shouldn’t dwell on their reaction, because they don’t always know exactly where I’m coming from in the moment.

There are many things I try very hard, every single day, not to dwell on.  Some days are easier than others, depending on my “levels” that day (hormones, depression, anxiety).  The days where it’s easy are the days I long for.  I wish they were in the majority, not the minority.  Yet another thing for me to occasionally dwell on.  The list gets vast.

But… all said, I’m definitely getting better at reminding myself not to dwell.

The next step that I’m actively starting to realize is to communicate my feelings in some way, either here, or to my husband, or to a friend, in order to at least release that energy out into the universe and rid my body and mind of it, at least for a while.  The release is something I’ve struggled incredibly with for a long time, and it’s something I have just plain forgotten for far too long.

That brings me often to dwelling on feeling like I’m a burden on those around me, because of the things I struggle with internally.  I feel like if I go through a period where I am consistently needing to release something stressful, anxiety-ridden, or worrying that I’m slipping into depression, that I’m just going to drag everyone down around me.  I dwell on thinking that the only way a conversation pertaining to those things can only go down, and not end in a place where I’m actually doing better than I was when I started.  Which, intellectually, I know is a fallacy.

I dwell on being “too needy”, not independent enough, too emotional, too unstable, not actually capable of adulting, even though I manage it without any major disasters every single day.

I’ve too often forced a smile onto my face, bit back the tears, and swallowed the rising lump and bile in my throat, so I don’t make anyone’s day worse than it might already be.

I don’t want to be “that guy”, so they say.

And perhaps because of that, because of the standard that I’ve managed to create in my own life, it can often feel like I’m not allowed to feel my feelings.  I’m not allowed to break down.  I’m not allowed to get frustrated and huff.

Do I need to find better ways to handle my emotions?  Absolutely.  No doubt in my mind.  But I also need to feel like I’m allowed to feel my feelings without repercussion, as long as I’m not taking it out on someone.  I want to be told (pretty much like a child) that it’s ok to feel mad about something.  It’s ok to feel sad about something.  It’s ok to feel anxious about something.  It’s ok to feel frustrated over something.  I want to know that it’s ok.  That I’m not less of a person for it.

I also need to communicate when I start feeling this way.  I know that. And I’m certainly trying.  Perhaps the key (sometimes) to not dwelling, is to talk.  To put a name to the emotions.


2017 – A New Year With Moving Forward, Not Resolutions.

Life moves.  Time happens.

Nothing we do can stop that.  What we do can cause the self to rotate in a small circle while life moves around us, time continues to flow, and it can feel as if we’re stuck.

I’ve been oddly acutely aware that a lot of things have been floating in the ether around my little rotation, that I just haven’t been able to reach in the last handful of months, possibly stretching to close to a year.  I won’t say they’re things I’ve lost, like I might have in the past, but they’ve just been a bit out of reach.

Admittedly, there are a lot of factors that have gone into this, as with other stages of my life where I’ve dealt with similar.  On some days, when I reflect on these things, it feels like I go through more patches of this nebulous state of being more and more than I get to experience the clearer state of being.  That is a realization that often is extremely disheartening and overwhelming.

There have been a lot of habits that have formed because of this emotional, physical, mental and psychological fog that I keep experiencing that stems from hormonal shifts, depression and anxiety.  These are things that I am going to try to be far more proactive in recognizing, communicating about, and getting support during than I have before.  I want to find the rope that I can use to pull me forward, up and out, and in one, good direction instead of allowing myself to fall into a rotation of “safety blanket” behaviors that weren’t necessarily “bad”, but allowed me to remain in a place of false security.

So many people talk about resolutions around the turn of one year into the next.  Some people refuse at all to have resolutions, and I’ve been in both of those camps.

I wouldn’t say I’m still in the latter camp.  I feel like I’m somewhere in between.  I’m not focusing on some kind of hard line list of things I want to attempt to live up to.  I’m also not bucking the entire idea that I need to try to force new changes in the new year simply because it’s a new year and it’s a “thing” to at least SAY I’m going to be making X change and Y change and Z change.  I also feel like if I were to sit here and list a bunch of things for everyone to see, it cheapens the intent, and causes far too much self-imposed anxiety and overwhelm over attempting to adhere explicitly and rigidly to these things, especially publicly.

On one hand, I feel like it’s a more personal thing, a sometimes more private thing.  And on the other, sometimes it takes bringing those close to you “into the know” in order to get the kind of support and help one might need in the process.  I also believe that it should be more free flowing, less rigid, and subject to adjustment and change where necessary without the guilt and assumption of failure that is too often applied.

While I don’t want to have a list, I actually do have something one could easily call a list.  At times, when I allow my brain to really start engaging again, I do have a somewhat sick love for semantics. 🙂

There are areas, categories perhaps, that I want to focus on, to work on, to really engage in again to try to create that forward motion I’m looking for.  I am struggling with whether or not to create a visual representation of sorts in order to keep myself reminded, to keep my self more aware, to allow myself to have that poke to stop, breathe, look inward, and to communicate.  I worry about such a thing becoming that hard line list of things, and if I don’t find obvious success, that it’s just another failure.

I have found that this tends to be one of my bigger issues… I think too much and often when I’m not out of my fog, it’s far to easy to let the invasive, negative thoughts in and to talk myself out of one thing that is the better thing, and into something else that isn’t going to push me forward.

This is a new year for all of us.  We all can choose to do things in whatever way we want.  That is the beautiful thing.

I’m going to make lots of choices.  I can only hope I’ll make more choices that are forward moving than I have been.




First Day of Pre School

So, today was Zoe’s first day of Pre School.

Breathes out slowly.

It was a bit hard to sleep last night.

It was harder on me to leave her there than it was for her.

She had a great time, she behaved, and they seem to be charmed by her.  I didn’t really do much more than stare at the clock the whole time before going to pick her up.

Tomorrow might be a bit more productive as I start adjusting.

Goodness, it was a serious “next step” realization in this whole adulting and parenting thing when I was packing her first lunch for school last night.

Here’s to the start of a long next stage of our lives.

Handmade Charms and Cozies (@charmedinlove.handmade) • Instagram photos and videos

Some of the current behind the scenes goings on, via photography on Instagram.

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