The other day, my friend and I were discussing New Year's Eve. I don't know how we got about to this topic, but it happened. My friend was arguing with me, trying to prove New Year's is stupid and arbitrary. You could pick any day of the year to "reset your goals". Everyone picks New Year's, and then never holds to the promises they make.
And I didn't disagree. I've made my opinion on New Year's Eve very apparent: I think that it's stupid. I think it's always a let down, and many years of resolutions have been broken and forgotten by February, let alone the next year. However, I still like the idea of using New Year's as a checkpoint. A point to reassess your life, and the track your on to make sure that you're doing what you want to be doing. And what better way to hold yourself to goals than to announce them publicly.
So, on New Year's Day of 2019 I posted four "themes" I had for 2019. And seeing as July 1st is about halfway through the year, let's check in to see how they're going.
Theme numero uno: Health. This is definitely my most "back burner" goal. I haven't started working out still, but I've definitely shifted my focus slightly. In May I went 31 days without sugar, as a bit of a post-exam cleanse. Since then, I've fallen off the wagon.
But I'll take progress as progress. In addition, I'm walking a ton more. I've started walking to work which is in and around an hour (my coworkers have taken to making fun of me relentlessly for this). It can seem a little tedious sometimes, but it gets me outside so kind of that whole two birds, one stone thing. Plus I get to work. Three birds, one stone?
The next theme was social media. I wanted to consider social media as a job, something that needed to get done. Not something to do when it was convenient. Focus on authentic growth on my social media platforms. I'm still getting a hand on balancing everything, but I got Twitter. I never use it, but you can't win every battle.
However, this goal can be so frustrating. As much as I want to disconnect, to enjoy just being somewhere, social media feels like this necessary evil. An unexpected aspect of this theme, was learning to balance my use on social media. Scrolling through Instagram isn't productive, but writing a blog post or editing an Instagram post? That qualifies as productive.
Next theme you ask? To study harder. To be honest, I did pretty well in this department and I am super excited for my classes in the fall. But as much as I'm open and honest about my life, publishing my grades is not something I'm going to be doing. Moving on.
My forth and final theme was new music. Right off the bat I shared two new songs: Steady and I Just Want To Be Loved. Both these songs I'm in love with, and I think they're representative of the way my music is moving. But it kind of felt like the stereotype of a resolution, analogous to getting a gym membership.
At the beginning of the year you get your shiny new membership and go twice a week for the first three weeks and fall off the wagon by the time February swings around. Same thing with my new music, Two songs right as the New Year rolled in and then fairly radio silent on YouTube since then. Granted, you can find clips of new music under my "Music" highlight on Instagram, I wouldn't necessarily call this theme a smashing success. I do have things planned for the upcoming months, but this is just a reminder for me to get my ass in gear.
So that's my check in. Hopefully this inspires someone to revisit the goals they made in January, and figure out a good way to get there. Good luck you guys!
From me, with love, to you,
The most infamous part of writing anything - poetry, stories, songs - is writer's block. That feeling of staring at a page and coming up with nothing for days. Anyone who has written anything has felt this (essays and school papers included). The worst part about writer's block is it leads to procrastination. Sitting at a keyboard or picking up a notebook starts to feel defeating, so you avoid it.
Since I've been back in Toronto, writer's block has set in aggressively. And I find that happens sometimes when I'm moving. Mainly, because I get out of the habit of writing; of sitting for an extended period of time and flushing out, fine tuning ideas. Before a move, there is so much work to do to get prepared to leave somewhere for a while, the packing, seeing people that I'm going to miss, a good deep clean of my apartment. Plus, after the move there is a lot of hustling and bustling on the other end. Things like writing can get pushed under the rug in situations such as this. And as many of you may know, once you break a habit, it's hard to get back into it.
Think of it like this. If you go to the gym every three days for two months, keeping on that schedule isn't so hard. You're just maintaining your course. But if you go on vacation for two weeks and come back, it's a lot harder to maintain that habit you've broken. Once my schedule for summer started to set in, it was hard to remind myself to keep writing. To get back in the groove.
But when I do sit down, and I'm out of practice. Things that at one time came so easily are difficult again. My voice is out of shape, my hands are tired from playing guitar for only an hour. All sad songs sound melodramatic and happy songs sound cheesy. Lines don't fit together, there is no clear thematic overlay. Wouldn't it just be easier to learn to play someone else's songs? Be a cover artist? I've written tons of songs before that nobody's heard, I can use those and by the time I'm out of songs I will have written something new. Something that's ready to show.
And I think that's a lot of it, my writer's block comes less from not being able to write anything, but more nothing that is good enough. I want to write something I'm in love with, but those take time and sometimes the best songs need to be laboured over. The thought needs to become cohesive before it can become a song.
But there is light at the end of the tunnel. The other day, I sat at the kitchen table with my younger sister and pitched her an idea for a song, something small that I couldn't quite put my finger on yet, but felt like it was a good idea. It wasn't a full thought, but it was on its way.
And TODAY, I wrote a song. Verses, chorus, bridge, all of it in one sit down.
That's really all I have to say, I don't know how to celebrate the defeat of my writer's block in any other way, so I'm letting y'all know.
From me, with love, to you,
So for a month, I (alongside my younger sister) decided to limit sugar intake. This meant no sweets, no sugary drinks, no ice cream or chocolate, no cookies, cakes, brownies of the sort. Now anyone who has been anywhere near me, understands that I would give my right hand for a good cheesecake, and my Instagram more commonly features oatmeal cookies than videos of me singing. So why did I do this?
Exams. Alongside studying, I was eating Starbucks cookies and Domino's pizza in place of real food, I was feeling a little bogged down. On top of the stress from exams, I was chocked full of all the guilty-pleasure foods. I kept rewarding myself under the pretense that "exams are stressful". Which was fine, but my food choices were reading a lot more Michelin Man than Michelin Star. So needless to say, I wanted a break. I wanted what can casually be referred to as a "detox". I mean, I had and still have no intentions to go full vegan, organic, keto, paleo, whatever-you-want-to-call-it. Just clear out my system a little bit after three weeks of treating my body like crap.
So May 1st, the journey began. It started off really nicely. I wasn't necessarily sugar-free (for example, I'm still eating ketchup, bread because who has time/money to figure all that out). Also, I wasn't doing this to make a point, but more to just make sure I'm keeping my "themes" for 2019 (See post below), one of which was to be just a little bit healthier.
But then, I kind of hit a hump. In Vancouver, I buy all my own groceries so prior to May I had finished up anything sugary and didn't buy anything else. But when I got home, I was at the hands of my sweet tooth family. Different types of Ben and Jerry's, chocolate covered almonds in a bowl on the fireplace mantel, and a drawer dedicated to "fancy chocolates". Things got more complicated. Plus I was going out more, seeing more friends, meeting at coffee shops filled with pastries that I had committed to not eating for the month. Man, I know they say sugar is addicting, but you've really got no idea until you remove what can casually be referred to as a staple of my diet.
But around mid-May, I had grown slightly more accustomed to all the temptations my house was filled with. Plus my sister and I were in it together. Bananas and raspberries became dessert and "treat foods" were more often savoury like pizza. It's not that I wanted to become this healthy life guru person, it doesn't really work with my over-dramatic personality. But I'm reaching the end and here are a couple of things that I've noticed:
1) I'm sleeping better
2) My skin is clearer
3) I don't crave it as much
4) I used to eat WAY more treats than any single human needs
5) There are ways to reward yourself that aren't food (p.s. online shopping has become slightly more prominent in my life...maybe I've just traded one monster for another...)
Now, as June rolls around, I am not sticking with this over-bearing, psychotic life choice but I hope that in some way I think a little bit more about the things I'm eating.
From me, with love, to you,
As of tomorrow, I will be back at the farmer's market scene in the June Rowlands Park, hosted by Appletree Markets. So in mini celebration of my return to markets, I want to reflect on how I got started there.
Picture this, it's 2015 and the spring of my Grade 11 year. I am a gangly, barely-out-of-puberty 16 year old and still think I understand what "good time management" means (just wait until university). One afternoon, I had met with a family friend downtown, she studied poetry at a university downtown, and I wanted talk to someone about my lyrics. On my way home from a very reality-inducing conversation, I had thought a lot about what she had to say.
"You need to perform in public if you want to take music seriously"
And I thought had performed "in public". At school assemblies, at open mics in my school, and in front of my friends, but it's easy to do something scary in front of people that support you. I thought I had been taking music seriously, but I was 16 and knew nothing.
With extra time on my hands and a lot of thinking to do, I walked through June Rowlands park, where the market was being held. I had been to this market quite regularly with my family and friends, so I knew the general gist of what was going on. As it was every Tuesday, the market was bustling. Children ran after each other between the stalls, parents ate fish sandwiches at picnic tables and couples looked at crates filled with fresh vegetables. But there was no music.
There was no guitar, violin, singing, nothing. And if a cartoon light bulb could have appeared over my head it would have. I made a beeline for what appeared to be the organizers booth in hopes that this "no artist" was not just a fluke, but they truly had no house musician. Fortunately (for me), they were musician-less.
Within a month or two, I was all set up to play at the market that coming fall. I would run home after school to collect my gear from home, and set up shop in the sun and played for passerbys, I set out a guitar case to collect change and played for four hours nearly every Tuesday the fall of my Grade 12 year.
Flash forward, June Rowlands Market is still one of my favourite places to perform. I've learned so much playing at that market. I learned to shake off any fears about performing in public, I've learned to escalate my professionalism even in relaxed environments, to construct a set list catered to your audience and engage crowds no matter the size. Markets remind me why I perform, why I write music. For the people who sit for a song or two, even though they have no idea who I am. For the regulars who comeback week after week to hear me play Tracy Chapman's Fast Car. For the people who are enthralled enough to buy an album. I am so excited to return to the June Rowlands Market this week and hope to see you all there.
From me, with love, to you,
So, I'm not sure who noticed but I got Twitter. I'm not fussed if nobody noticed, I wasn't stoked about the idea of getting Twitter, therefore didn't advertise it the way I likely should have, nor have I been as active as I could have. But I got Twitter, or I guess re-got Twitter.
Yes, once upon a time I had a Twitter account. When I was 14 I had a terribly cringey Twitter account which served one purpose: proof that adolescents should not be on social media. It was full of terrible jokes and pop culture references I didn't understand well enough to comment on. It made me uncomfortable and self-conscious of everything I said.
So, if I didn't really want Twitter, why did I get it? Social media platforms can be a lot to manage and I consistently complain about not having enough time in my day. If I'm being honest I felt a little obligated. Not because I'm delusional and think people need to hear my thoughts. My inner thoughts are pretty mundane and consist primarily of random trains of thought that my sisters have to endure. But I felt that as an aspiring artist, I needed to make sure I was using all my outlets to reach as many people as possible. So I got Twitter.
But turns out, I still hate Twitter.
There are two main reasons. The first being I'm not "Twitter funny". Keeping up with trends on Twitter is insanely difficult, within the hour the world has shifted its attention to a new topic of conversation and if you didn't get your 280 characters down in that time, you're old news. Trends on Instagram or even Facebook for that matter last at least a day or two, whereas Twitter's constant updates mean even when you're ahead of the game, you're behind. And frankly I'm not that funny in the way Twitter wants you to be. I'm not the short, witty, funny that fits into a sentence or two. I mean, don't get me wrong, I've made people laugh before and if I really try I can tell a funny story. But when you think "Victoria", "funny" is not a defining attribute and I'm okay with that, that's why I'm in music and not comedy. So, 1/2 the people on Twitter looking for a laugh, won't necessarily be hunting for my account.
And the 2nd reason. If your not the 50% of the Twitter population looking for a laugh, you're looking at a political argument, a public shaming, or controversial issue. I'm going to speak very briefly on this, because my political opinion shouldn't matter to anyone. I'm not a politician and unless its in the comfort of friends or contextually fits into a discussion, there's no need for me to chime in. I mean I'll tag along in the social-media-political gossip if someone is doing something obviously wrong, like lighting babies on fire, but other than that I like to keep my (frankly) unimportant political opinions to myself.
And there are other tiny reasons I don't like Twitter; it feels vain thinking that my moment-to-moment thoughts are important enough to force other people to see, I don't feel like I have the time to keep up with it, and I'm just not that in-tune with how it works. Logically, you've all arrived at one conclusion:
"Victoria, just stop complaining and FUCKING DELETE TWITTER"
And to that I say: "I CAN'T".
I like Twitter. Don't get me wrong, I still hate it. But now I like it. I still maintain all my previous beliefs, and my Twitter is an embarrassing example of a social media profile, but I can't delete it. I keep wanting to get better, be better and say something funny, and instead make two consecutive tweets about birds as if I'm taking a degree in ornithology.
Anyways, at least there's always Instagram.
From me, with love, to you,
So, finals are officially done and May is practically here, and that means for another summer I'm packing up 90% of my life and going back to Toronto. Every year this begs the question from friends and strangers alike whether or not I want to stay in Vancouver or go back to Toronto? And even more, which city do I prefer? It's not that I don't want to stay in Vancouver for the summer. I have seriously considered staying on the west coast, but I can't say that I've disconnected from the east coast yet. Plus, I get to see my family and go to the cottage. So between that and the money I save living in Toronto, I spend summers back at home.
But this doesn't mean I like Toronto better. The longer I stay out here the less I'm sure about which city I like better. My first year in Vancouver I couldn't stand it, the weather, missing home, and university in general had my life in circles. However, over time I've built a family here, I've become accustomed to university and learned to deal with the rain (I'm not going to say I like it, I'm not crazy).
What made me fall in love with Vancouver? There is the obvious, I'm a fan of the people I've met. A city is only as good as the people it's filled with. Aside from that, Vancouver is active, people are constantly on their feet and looking for something to do. Granted, exercise is a hobby I rarely engage with, but it's nice always having the option. I can always find someone to walk the seawall with me or take the Sea to Sky up to Whistler. In addition, Vancouver springs are outstanding, not only are they super early in the year (compared to the rest of Canada), but the cherry blossoms make the city so beautiful it's practically distracting. I've loved engaging in the local music scene. The west coast has a thriving independent music industry and I've loved the way it has welcomed me over the past couple years. I've been able to grow as an artist and performer that Toronto wouldn't have allowed me to do. And finally, being by both the ocean and mountains is more than amazing.
But what about Toronto? Growing up on in Toronto provides a slight advantage - not that I'm keeping score. My family and childhood friends are there, and I've spent so much time getting to know the city. But if you ignore that obvious step up, Toronto is more of a city than Vancouver is. Toronto feels bigger, faster and more alive. I understand that it's not for everyone but I love feeling like my city is moving, it keeps me focused on looking forward rather than standing still. A bigger city also means more diversity and more experiences. Everyone in Toronto is that little bit more eccentric. Being normal is weird and being weird is normal. On a personal note, I love walking in Toronto; people in Toronto walk more often. It sounds stupid, but they just do. Finally, I love the snow in the winter, Toronto with a fresh layer of snow almost rivals a Vancouver spring covered in cherry blossom petals. Plus, when it rains it pours and then stops. You don't get seven days of grey like you do on the west coast.
Don't get me wrong, neither city is perfect, but neither is bad. I love both. Took me a long time to get to a point where I could say that, and I accredit it mostly to the people I've met, but I love both cities. There are days in Toronto I miss long walks through Kits, and days in Vancouver I'd kill to be at the Brickworks. Sorry if you were looking at this post to validate your opinion on your favourite city, that's not really what I'm here to do. I'm going to miss Vancouver this summer, but I am excited to get back to my roots for a little bit.
From me, with love, to you,
For many, summer is underway, or on the way in the next couple months. But as May is just around the corner and people are itching to get into the warmest part of the year, I want to talk about the phenomenon that occurs this time every year. The mass release of music. Whether you have two months to go to camp, four months in retail or you take two weeks off at work to go cottaging, it's hard to deny summer is buzzing in the air and the music industry knows that. This time every year, music is released in a slow and steady stream, with every song clammering to be the "song of the summer".
And yeah, I get that music is released all year, but summer music holds a special place in everyone's lives. The songs on played at beach parties and patio bars. It's the song that by mid-July is so rooted in your brain, you catch yourself humming it more times than is pleasant. Summer music is quintessentially happy. It's about getting away, living life, and being in love. This music becomes laced into pop culture history, and thrives on the laid-back nature of summer. People want to be in a good mood during the summer and industry knows that.
But in order for us to fall in love with this music all summer, it needs to be familiar before June hits and we're all well into developing our tan (or sunburn in my case). So this music is coming out now and over the next month.
And I understand if you think I'm being dramatic about how much of a staple these summer songs are in Western culture. But facts can't be exaggerated. In order to prove myself, I did a little bit of research and delved back in time to find old songs of the summer, just to prove how influential they are.
In summer of 1965, the charts were topped with The Rolling Stones' I Can't Get No Satisfaction, and The Beatles' Help!. I've decided to link these songs below just in case you live under a rock.
Not enough proof? 1972 featured both Brandy by Looking Glass and Lean on Me by Bill Withers.
And I could go on forever, songs of summer include Bad, Bad Leroy Brown (Jim Croce - 1972), Jessie's Girl (Rick Springfield - 1981), Papa Don't Preach (Madonna - 1986) and Macarena (Los Del Rio - 1996). YES. The MACARENA is a summer song!
And new music you ask? Old music isn't your jam? Crazy in Love by Beyonce (2003) and I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry (2008) in the 2010's and Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen (2012) and One Dance by Drake (2016) were all the top songs of their respective summers.
So I guess my point is, the music you listen to this summer is important. The music you love and sing along to, gets hung up on a wall among the greatest of the greats. Summer music is a cultural staple whether or not you want to realize it.
My picks for this year's summer song? Well, it's probably not even out yet but I've got my fingers crossed the Jonas Brothers will pull something out of their back pocket and bring back the era of bands. One can always dream.
Also, I'd love to know what your favourite summer song is? Not on this list? Not on any list? Let me know what gets you pumped for sunny days ahead.
From me, with love, to you,
(P.S. Because I'm no rookie, if you need sources. It's no APA formatting, but it does the trick.)
Every summer, university students across the world jump to LinkedIn and Indeed to pick up a summer job and I have joined them. For a while, I was putting off job-hunting, while I decided whether or not I was going to be staying in Vancouver for the summer. But as much as making the decision to go home has taken some of the pressure off, it also has made me accept the reality that it's time to buckle down and find a job.
In an old post (see below), I talked about how stressful being a university student is. With finals right around the corner (7 days to be exact), this stress has not subsided at all. And on top of all the usual life things that need to occur, I now need to job hunt. This means revamping resumes, writing cover letters, and explaining why I, over all the other qualified university students, are the best for the job.
And I'm not going to lie, at first the job hunt was fun. It was fun imagining all the fun things I could do this summer, all the exciting new opportunities four months out of school would give me. But this excitement descended into madness fairly quickly. I soon realized that I was caught in what I call "The Work Experience Loop".
The Work Experience Loop, while incredibly stupid, is quite simple to understand. It is the situation where a job requires you to have work experience to get the job, but not being able to get work experience, because all jobs want you to have work experience. See the problem?
And I'm not saying that I haven't had work experience, but it's hard to get a job that's not retail or service without work experience. I was looking at an internship (specifically for university students) in the music industry yesterday and it asked for 3 years of work experience in digital and social media marketing. THREE YEARS. Three years ago I was still in high school.
The second problem is my Long Term Plan. A Long Term Plan is your endgame, the job that you see your career path ultimately ending on. As much as I've loved working in retail, selling jeans and t-shirts isn't really where I see myself post-university. There's only so many times I can say the words "buy one get one half off" before my head explodes; retail fun but it doesn't get me up in the morning. My Long Term Plan lies somewhere else. And I've been putting off settling on my Long Term Plan for so long, working odd jobs here and there avoiding the fact that I'm entering my early 20's and it's time to figure out a direction for the next couple years (I am well aware my parents are somewhere reading this saying "it's time to get your ass in gear").
Frankly, I've been putting it off because of the Work Experience Loop. Afraid to apply to a job where I don't have a background in, Plus, no matter how you frame it, getting a "no" sucks. And knowing I don't have the work experience I need means I'm subjecting myself to a whole lot of "no". Starting something new and accepting the fact that I'm in and on my way to being an adult makes me a little weak in the knees. I don't understand how taxes work and I still don't have the self-restraint to not binge-watch Netflix, I'm definitely not ready to be an adult. The idea of settling and going for my Long Term Plan makes me want to throw up just a little bit.
So that's where I'm at right now. That limbo between being a student and being unemployed. There really is no silver lining to this story until I find a job, so that's it for now. Good luck in your job hunting, and hopefully yours is going better than mine.
From me, with love, to you,
My music background is diverse. I started in musical theatre at 10, after I was unable to shake a nasty speech impediment (I couldn't say the letter "r", truly quite traumatic when you're parents name you VictoRia). I loved singing, but unfortunately I had two left feet and musical theatre had a lot of "off seasons". My older sister suggested a private sector choir that her high school teacher conducted, one which she was constantly recruiting for. I was hesitant, choir seemed nerdy and it wasn't really my cup of tea. But I joined because I wanted to sing and my parents were starting to give up on my dreams of ever winning a Tony - seriously, I can't dance.
If I'm being honest, I didn't like choir at first. It was a level of discipline that musical theatre didn't have. I felt uncomfortable and out of place. I was a terrible sight reader (for people who don't sing, sight reading is exactly what you think it is, being given music and a starting note and just singing along) and struggled through what my peers found simple. But I dragged my feet through a full season.
That fall I went to high school and my conductor became my vocal teacher. I had to join another choir in order to keep singing in high school, and it was a program my older sister swore by. A lot of the faces I knew, friends of my sister's, friends from choir, and peers in my own grade.
Throughout this time, I stuck with the private sector choir I had replaced my musical theatre career with. I stuck with it because I made friends, I found a group of girls who I identified with. A little bit quirky, a little bit loud and I loved them for it, and they loved me. I found solace sitting in a church room every Monday night for hours, passing notes we wrote on our music, labouring as a group over intervals or vowels until our diaphragms were sore.
And my school choir. These people became my family. I spent an inordinate amount of time in choir at school. In the vocal room, practice rooms, and auditorium (singing in stairwells during exam session and the strings and bands students took all the practice rooms). The people in that choir I owe so much to, for getting me through incredibly hard times. They bore the brunt of my worst days and I am so grateful for them.
I joined choir to find an outlet and stayed because I fell in love with the people. Choir is the "team sport" of singing. You have your coach - your conductor, your captain - your section leader, and your teammates. Throughout my high school career I traveled to two different countries in choirs, sang in six different choirs, became a teaching assistant, a section leader, but most importantly, I made friends that I still tell everything to, because things aren't important if you're not with people you love. Granted, I still sight sing like a tone deaf cat, I got way more out of my experience in choir than anyone can ever teach me.
So go out their friends and find your team, because I found mine and it was fucking awesome.
From me, with love, to you,
"Lately, I've been stepping over things he's trying to build "
As I've talked about quite a bit on this website of mine, I was in a serious long-term relationship at one point. But we broke up and there was this big space in my life where he used to be, and frankly I was desperate to fill it with another human. I had spent nearly two years with a person that was my person, and I lacked that. I lacked the attention that comes with having a boyfriend, I lacked the feeling of being cared for. It's not that I wanted a relationship, but I wanted aspects of a relationship that my single life was missing.
A month or two into being single, I started hanging out with a friend of mine quite regularly, we talked everyday, saw each other all the time and he began to fill the space that had been left empty.
"I just want to be loved, I drag him 'round again"
However, I spent time with him for the wrong reasons entirely. A thing that I may have forgotten to mention is that I knew very well that my friend had feelings for me. He cared about me so fully, and I saw him as a friend. But I continued to see him. I continued to text him and talk to him, tell him about my day and let him comfort me when I was stressed. I knew I was being selfish, but I also depended on this micro-relationship I had built.
"Somehow, I feel lonelier when I'm with him"
That part of my life was so confusing. Everyday was filled with new feelings. I felt guilty for acting the way I was, for being selfish with a person I knew was so incredibly kind. I knew how he felt, and I knew how I felt. I would chicken out on plans that felt to commitment-y because I wanted a relationship without a relationship.
At the same time, I was so empty. I didn't understand why I kept doing this, why I didn't just go out and find someone I actually wanted to be with. I had this thing that was almost right, but it just kept reminding me that I didn't have the real thing. I had this mirage, and it was so delicate; I knew it was a matter of time before it disappeared.
And frankly, there were days when I liked him. When I almost went through with the whole charade because I genuinely wanted to.
"I feel wrong at the end of the day"
So that's what this song is about. It doesn't paint me in the most flattering light, but I stand by the way I felt and the honest story it tells.
I'm looking into sharing new music soon, keeping with my trend of 2019. Thank you so much for all the positive feedback my new stuff has received. I appreciate you guys so much.
From me, with love, to you,
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