Wow, a deadly riot caused by … live theatre, in a riotous new show from Monster Theatre: Riot!, a Fringe review

Jeff and Ryan Gladstone in Riot! Monster Theatre at Edmonton Fringe 2025. Photo supplied

Riot! (Stage 15, Campus Saint-Jean Auditorium)

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

Imagine this: a time and place when live theatre was such a big deal that it caused a deadly riot.

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What happened in NYC in 1849 is awe-inspiring: two rival Shakespearean actors (one American and one English), two Macbeths … 10,000 people were involved, there were 30 deaths, the National Guard got called in with cannons — and (a rare occurrence even at theatre festivals) a sheep carcass got thrown onto the stage.

The real-life brothers Jeff and Ryan Gladstone, of Vancouver-based Monster Theatre, long-time Fringe faves and eagle-eyed historical researchers, have fashioned an  irresistibly funny and sharply executed new show, Riot!, “how to start a riot, in five acts,” from this extraordinary moment in history. William Macready is the snooty Brit star, much praised for his exquisite finesse with iambic pentameter. The all-American actor is Edwin Forrest, known for his manly refusal to dally with a phoney accent, his “improvements” of Shakespeare lines (“it is the east, and Juliet is looking fine”), and his muscular calves.

Not only are Macready and Forrest both touring the Scottish play at the same time, for starters, but they are sabotaging each other’s performances. Enter the scandal-hungry media — but, soft, that’s Act II of How To Start A Riot. Wrap you mind around this: gangs of thugs finding their excuse to riot in live theatre rivalries and contrastive acting styles? The quick-witted Gladstones, as directed by Lois Anderson, would never pass up a bizarre theatrical opportunity like that.

What makes Riot! so engaging is its speed (no creeping in of this petty pace), its lightness of touch, the evident amusement of the quick-witted duo, their ingenuity in populating the stage. And their dexterity at making audience participation truly fun is a rare skill. All this, with a subtext accompaniment of sibling rivalry that is very funny. Haven’t you always wanted to hurl things at the stage?

They’re smart, and they’re charming. This should be a Monster hit.

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Closeted in a sparkling showbiz world: The Spotlight’s Shadow, a new musical. A Fringe review.

Grace Bokenfohr and Daphne Charrois in The Spotlight’s Shadow, Light in the Attic Productions. Photo supplied

The Spotlight’s Shadow (Stage 14, Café Bicyclette Stage at La Cité francophone)

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

This ambitious new musical from Light in the Attic Productions getting its start at the Fringe is set backstage in a dressing room at the Ziegfeld Follies in the 1920s. And in a series of scenes, with exits onto the unseen stage, it chronicles a fraught love story: two Ziegfeld girls in love and up against it in a homophobic world.

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Vigilante secrecy is one option, a careful life in the shadows. The other is boldly stepping onto the well-lit public stage. The story, by the playwright team of Daphne Charrois and Dan Charrois, unfolds in a series of short scenes, many with songs. The theatrical conceit in Vanessa King’s production is that every exit from the scene is an entrance into a more public world — the rehearsal hall or the show stage. And every entrance into a scene in an atmospheric backstage “closet” is accompanied by a change in a glorious profusion of silky costumes (with great vintage underwear and shoes).

The story is meaningful in the history of gay rights (charted elsewhere at the Fringe in The Pansy Cabaret). But if the narrative arc feels leisurely instead of urgent, it’s perhaps because the scenes unroll with such steady regularity, along with repeated and predictable reversals in the dynamic between Nettie (Grace Bokenfohr) and Vera (Daphne Charrois). First one, then the other, wants to play it safe, with objections from the other. But there is  an escalation to a crucial moment of decision: honour love at any price, or figure out a conventional work-around. Both have heartbreak potential, as the musical recognizes, in a series of exchanges that carefully explain that very subject.

Maybe the script doesn’t quite trust the wordless power of these two appealing actors. But in this first outing of the musical the dialogue often sounds “written” rather than spoken by the characters. “Every word you write makes me realize what we could have if things were different.” Or “I cannot bear to see you in another’s arms.”

The period is evoked by musical references to the vintage 20s songbook (“let me call you sweetheart” and others). The original songs created by the playwrights (and well-sung by the cast) aim at this atmosphere, but there’s a certain sameness to them, and they tend to illustrate what we’ve just seen within the scenes. Honourable exception to the catchy finale anthem.

The premise and the story are worthwhile and have big drama potential. Future versions will, I’m sure, give this brand new musical the lustre it deserves.

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And then, a giant sturgeon ate a bunch of people, and the plot…. GUMS: An Accidental Beach Prequel, a Fringe review

Accidental Beach: A Previously Improvised Musical, Grindstone Theatre. Photo supplied.

GUMS: An Accidental Beach Prequel (Stage 18, Pro Stage at the Luther Centre)

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

Edmonton’s wacky shape-shifting summer beach, an accident of nature, has already inspired an musical, an accident of agile Grindstone Theatre improv artists. That would be Accidental Beach: A Previously Improvised Musical.

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Now there’s GUMS, a musical created and written down beforehand by Grindstone’s resident team of Byron Martin and composer/lyricist/ musical arranger Simon Abbott, with the same cast and characters as last summer, just as local. And you know how we love the local. It is  the Fringe’s only official “prequel” as billed. And it is extremely silly, unhinged and chaotic, with goofball props, costume and character changes, and a glorious profusion of double-entendres.

Ah, but with surprising, sophisticated, artfully constructed musical theatre songs from the amazing Abbott. Lyrical pop ballads, patter songs, rock numbers, blues, jazz … he keeps ‘em coming (and is at the keyboard live and in-person). And they have clever lyrics too.

GUMS may not be improvised but it sure feels like improv. “What happens on Accidental Beach stays accidental,” as someone says. Sandy (Abby Vandenberghe), the former meter maid, romantic lead and our heroine, is a lifeguard who can’t swim. Her dopey boyfriend-to-be Danny (Dallas Friesen) — this is a prequel, right? — is in love with his SeaDoo. The beleaguered mayor (Malachi Wilkins), also a “doctor” and drug dealer with an office on the Walterdale Bridge, is still reeling from the PR debacle of the Oilers’ loss in the playoffs.

Anyhow, LRT construction screw-ups have accidentally created a beach instead of a bridge. Typical. And there’s danger (even beyond drinking the river sludge). A giant sturgeon reposing on the bottom of the Saskatchewan River murk has arisen, and begins a killing spree. Poor Sandy; she thought she’d have a relaxing summer, you know “yell at a few kids, pick up a few needles….”

The sturgeon probably ate the plot. But what am I doing telling you the story anyhow? Everything, and nothing, is a spoiler on Accidental Beach. Except to say that among the non-stop swirl of characters there’s an Aussie fish expert (Ethan Snowden), whaat?.

The opening number, reprised later, is Abbott’s genuinely lyrical ode to Edmonton summer. “I’m just a River City sweetheart,” Sandy sings, as the characters gather to sing with her. “And I’ve got the city in the palm of my hand.” It should be our civic theme song, seriously. There’s a complicated ode to fish and THE fish. And “What A Way To Go,” also cunningly constructed, is such a jaunty way to capture in music gruesome serial death.

Goofy but local. No, goofy AND local.

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The exquisite thrill of the scare: Victor & Victoria’s Terrifying Tale of Terrible Things. A Fringe review

Rain Matkin and Eli Yaschuk in Victor & Victoria’s Terrfying Tale of Terrible Things. Photo supplied.

Victor and Victoria’s Terrifying Tale Of Terrible Things (Stage 11, Varscona Theatre)

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

“What if we aren’t awake?” wonders Victor, half a set of Victorian twins, terrified and a bit thrilled by the nightmare he’s been having.

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In this clever, escalating thriller by Nathan Cuckow and Beth Graham, which plays after dark in the eerie Freudian landscape, Victor and his twin Victoria are inventing exhilarating ways to scare themselves. “Would it frighten you if I were undead?” The mysterious absence of their parents provides further fuel for their macabre childhood gambits. What if Mother and Father get lost in the woods? What if they’ve gone mad? “What if they don’t want to return?”

With Victoria in the lead, the games they devise to amuse themselves, even charades or their own creepy invention, In Mother’s Womb, have an unsettling Victorian morbidity about them. They discover, by accident?, a strange volume, containing a gruesome and ghostly story of love and abandonment, a terrible storm at sea, a vestal virgin waiting in vain in a lighthouse. And they begin to read. Gradually, their fears take on something more sinister, in fantasies that seem somehow familiar. And that little frisson of doubt in your own ribcage just won’t subside. Facing your fears might have a downside too.

The script, 15 years old now and a gem of gothic engineering, is executed with huge zest, style, skill and care in the production directed, designed, and lighted by Jim Guedo. The sound effects are stunning, too. And the perfectly interlocking performances of a pair of fine young actors, Eli Yaschuk and Rain Matkin, with matching bobs and sleeping smocks, are high-precision. Their quick-silver child-like energy, and their inventive physicality onstage, are fine-tuned. You can’t, you dare not, take your eyes off them.

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Jeez, a serial killer on the premises. Final Girl: A New Musical, a 12thnight REVIEW

Final Girl, Straight Edge Theatre at Edmonton Fringe 2025. Photo supplied.

Final Girl: A New Musical (Stage 13, Servus Credit Union Theatre at La Cité francophone)

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

You may already have noticed that the Straight Edge (as in razor) Theatre has an appetite for the macabre, especially macabre that rhymes and makes you laugh. Witness ConJoined and Krampus.

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The Straight Edge team of Seth Gilfillan and Stephan Allred have brought a new “horror comedy musical” — with a live three-piece band! — to the Fringe. And it has fun revelling in a genre, the repertoire of 90s teen slasher classics like Scream, whilst spoofing it.

Named for the last teen standing after one of those murderous slasher rampages, Final Girl sends five teenage friends —  four girls and, like, not-too-gender-specific Dani — on their annual weekend getaway in a spooky holiday mansion with a basement and, you know, a faulty fuse box, and crappy wi-fi. (“nothing’s uploading!” wails the online influencer of the group).  That there is a masked serial killer on the premises is really not a spoiler. Is it the notorious “pop rock ripper”?

The cast directed by Allred is led by Bella King as Emma, the smartest one (“she’s pre-med!”). King nails a gem of a musical theatre ballad, about what she learned and didn’t learn (“how to live or stay alive”) in high school. Emma’s best friend is the ultra-jaded Dani, played hilariously by Josh Travnik, who throws himself into model positions and can’t quite get up the energy to object to being called a twink, except that “it’s so last year.” As his friends get offed, Dani gets the musical’s single funniest song, a show-stopping lament — “am I not hot enough to be murdered?.” And Travnik knocks it out of the park.

The riotous opening number, in which we’re introduced to the characters, is an intricate compendium of teen complaints — not about old people but each other. “I hate teenagers!” The cast includes Alyson Horne, Jamie Reese, and Liz Janzen, who turn in cartoon-sized performances that might read better toned down just a smidge. But that’s partly a sound glitch. The songs, and their multi-syllabic lyrics are smart, their insights into the teen mind and group dynamic are wicked, and you’d appreciate them more if you could make them out better. It’s a shame they tend to get lost, or distorted, in over-amplified sound.

Fixable, of course, these technical problems. This is a clever little musical with a future.

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Elbows up with the NaturElles. Flora and Fawna Face Their Fears, a Fringe review

Jake Tkaczyk and Trevor Schmidt in Flora and Fawna Face Their Fears, Guys in Disguise. Photo supplied.

Flora and Fawna Face Their Fears (Stage 11, Varscona Theatre)

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

In Flora and Fawna Face Their Fears, the latest from the Guys in Disguise team of Trevor Schmidt and Darrin Hagen, the two earnest 10-year-old founders of the NaturElles are on “a secret team-building slumber party.” Flora (Jake Tkaczyk) concedes that it might not be quite 100% secret since she “accidentally” put it on Facebook, even though one of her two moms says FB is “a tool of little white men with orange hair.”

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As it quickly transpires, team-building is a tricky business — maybe especially for all-inclusive non-binary pre-teen collectives devoted to being a home for outsiders, supporting cultural diversity, equality, tolerance for all, helpfulness, and other things. After “an intensive interview process,” as Fawna (Trevor Schmidt) puts it — “do you have a bike? are you now or have you ever been in the Girl Guides?” — the NaturElles have acquired a new secretary. And Fern Gumley (Jason Hardwick) is turning out to be a problematic recruit, and a test of the NaturElles all-inclusive policy.

She’s from “a faraway land,” the United States; she’s moved to Alberta because her dad said it was “the closest to a red state he could find.”  And she’s got an unlikeably pushy, repressive streak. Fawna is incredulous. “How can a country with two Disneylands ever produce a mean girl?”

We first met Flora and Fawna a decade ago in one of their recruitment seminars. Their gravitas is delicious comedy, and the sneaky fun of their adventures is that redneckism is up for mockery, at the same time that the catchphrases of political correctness will make you smile, coming from the mouths of earnest literal-minded 10-year-olds. Fawna is played with gentle passive-aggressive melancholy by Schmidt. Flora, huskier and more confident, is a repository for the progressive language of her two moms. She instantly refers to PTSD, trigger warnings and aversion therapy. When they “face their fears,” Fawna admits to dogs and the dark; Flora’s fear is climate change. Will the little Canadian girls be a match for a bully?

Anyhow, this time out, the target, America, is much more obvious, of course, and more overtly aggressive and present. In short, a worthy and lord knows topical, target. But, to me, the show coarsens its tone a bit, and loses some of its sly and delicate delicate humour because of that. The comic resolution, as in all the NaturElles outings a manifesto of friendship, while welcome seems to be a bit extra-shameless under the circumstances. But, hey, maybe that’s the point. And it’s still fun, a veritable Fringe tradition, to be in the “magic fairy ring.”

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Just for the halibut: ShipShow!, a free-floating nautical cabaret. A Fringe review

Dave Clarke and John Ullyatt in ShipShow, Photo supplied.

ShipShow! (Stage 25, Spotlight Cabaret)

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

All the nice girls love a sailor, all the nice girls love a tar,” as the old music hall ditty has it. And as for the rest of us … we’re very apt to love a couple of breezy entertainers in sailor suits who travel the high seas with a pretty much unlimited supply of fish puns and salty double-entendres. Ah, and songs from an assortment of salt water reservoirs: music hall, pop, rock, ballads and patter songs, ditties and hornpipes. And including Yellow Submarine, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, and the theme from The Love Boat. Now, that’s nautical range, me hearties.

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ShipShow! is an hour with Captain Willy (Dave Clarke) and Able Seaman Simon (John Ullyatt), the former with a mischievous glitter in his eye, and the latter with a jaunty nautical air — and both with the gift of the gab and an appreciation of the goofball.

The alleged theme of this free-floating and buoyant cabaret, directed by Eileen Sproule, is the curse of the Flying Dutchman, doomed to sail the seas forever in his phantom ship, unnerving sailors everywhere — unless the captain finds a girl willing to kill herself for the love of him. I won’t be attempting to explain how this pertains to a very funny textless “oceanographic ballet.” C’mon, you don’t have heavy responsibilities at ShipShow! beyond hollering Ahoy Ahoy from time to time, which is a pretty relaxing way to ride the Fringe waves.

There’s an assortment of props (all boats), and waves. There’s a game. The spirit of impulse and improv rule. It’s an amiable way to spend a Fringe hour, preferably with drink in hand.  Sail away sail away sail away.

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A sensational trial with a contemporary reverb: The Cult of the Clitoris, a Fringe review

Rochelle Laplante as Maud Allan in The Cult of the Clitoris, Empress of Blandings Productions. Photo supplied.

The Cult of the Clitoris (Stage 21, The Sanctuary Stage at Holy Trinity Anglican Church)

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

In The Cult of the Clitoris, from Empress of Blandings Productions, playwright Celia Taylor steps up to the drama, the absurdities, and the dark comedy, of a preposterous miscarriage of justice — by mining the actual transcripts from the head-line grabber celebrity trial that rocked London in 1918.

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History has provided a splashy story, and it makes for lively exchanges. The audience is asked to provide “hubbub” and “cheering” where required.

The Canadian actor/dancer Maud Allan (Rochelle Laplante), a star in the West End (her  Dance of the Seven Veils from Oscar Wilde’s Salomé was a particular attraction), was publicly accused by the Conservative MP Noel Pemberton Billing (Ryan Williams) of treason, lesbianism, and, for good measure, “treasonous lesbianism.” Homosexuality, he declared with one eye on publicity, made its practitioners susceptible to blackmail by foreign powers, like Germany. He pulled the ‘espionage’ card. So Allan was forced to sue him for libel.

The play is bookended by the past and future. First, the characters of Taylor’s new play — the lawyers, the judge, the litigant and the defendant — remember the trial. And all get to air their views on Oscar Wilde, the “extraordinarily perverted genius” who’d spent two years in Reading jail in the 1890s for “public indecency.” And as a finale, they speak from the post-trial future. And then there’s the trial itself, which includes the truly bizarre collection of witnesses Mr. Pemberton Billing calls, including a crazy conspiracist drummed out of the army for “delusional insanity” (Émanuel Dubbeldam), a weirdly flirtatious bigamist (Maggie Salopek), and Wilde’s ex-lover, the self-promoting opportunist Lord Alfred Douglas, (played with compelling sleaze by Rory Turner). Lord Charles Darling (Timothy Anderson) is the presiding judge, with adamantine views on proper morality.

The hothouse accusatory phrases Taylor has found in the transcripts — “lesbian ecstasy,” “notorious pervert,” and “descent into degeneracy” among the milder — are fascinating in themselves, along with the title itself. And the cast assembled by co-directors Taylor and Tegan Siganski dig into them with gusto.

At the centre of these proceedings but not part of the arguments, Maud Allan herself, as played by Laplante, has a certain unsmiling reserve about her, as a character. She permits herself glances of exasperation from time to time as she watches her own lawyer (André Prevost) back away when he should be advancing, hampered by the fact that he clearly doesn’t have a clue what an orgasm is.

The play is fascinating. And it lands with particular meaning, times being what they are in our part of the world, drifting toward populist manipulation of information and the justice system, suspicion of artists, and the enforcement, under an assortment of guises, of  orthodoxy under the banner of “normalcy.” The Cult of the Clitoris is part of the resistance.

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How to hustle your career in a zombie apocalypse: Zombies, Inc., a new musical comedy. A Fringe review.

Damon Pitcher in Zombies, Inc., Live & In Color at Edmonton Fringe 2025. Photo supplied.

Zombies, Inc. (Stage 29, Strathcona High School)

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

There’s a certain crazy, irresistible improbability about Zombies, Inc.. And it’s not the zombies.

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Start with the hook of this startlingly accomplished new solo musical comedy (a solo musical? an intriguing challenge in itself) from Marcus Perkins Bejarano and Kim Jinhyoung,  directed by Devanand Jani (With Bells On). Zombies, as we know, tend to be inveterate upstagers. And here we have a musical that includes zombies and a raging zombie apocalypse in progress in NYC , yes, but isn’t really about zombies and the rampage of the undead. Which is already a level of amusing complexity you can’t just run around the Fringe expecting to find.

It’s told, and sung, while it’s happening, by one beleaguered hustler of a jewellery salesman stuck in 30 Rockefeller Plaza (“yes, 30 Rock,” Ray rolls his eyes). Ray is trapped  — by flesh-eating zombie hordes, yes, but also by his own life as an aspirational capitalist success story.

In a way that might remind you a bit of the movie Shaun of the Dead, poor Ray, late of Taco Bell and now of Shiny Things Jewellery, comes to realize, one de-fleshed dream after another, that he’s been living like a zombie anyway, in a life built on the rickety upward mobility architecture the American Dream. Work hard, work even harder, make more money, get promoted, sell more diamonds … and you’ll win.

As Ray, a hapless, increasingly desperate go-getter of a guy, forever on speed dial, Edmonton’s Damon Pitcher is sensational. His perplexity, the way his swagger turns to ruefulness on a dime, make Ray the kind of shlepper hero you can’t help but like. And Pitcher has a big, agile, adaptable musical theatre voice that takes with ease to a whole assortment of pop, rock, patter songs. The score is full of clever musical theatre riffs with unexpected angles and jagged intervals. I was especially fond of the funny romantic ballad Undying Love.

“I’m a diamond in the rough,” as Ray sings, hopefully, early in his, er, meteoric rise from making churros to pitching diamond sales to the polyamorous (more chances for engagement rings), and the Holy Unifier Cult. The spirit of showbiz lives in the guy as he recounts how he met his wife, how she left him with the wounding words”I feel like I’ve been married to a zombie”), how his rise to full partner at Shiny Things just never seems to happen….

Sassy, smart, and funny.

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A ghost story about stories, told by a ghost: brilliant solo prairie gothic. Where Foxes Lie, a Fringe review

Jezec Sanders in Where Foxes Lie, Ready Go Theatre at Edmonton Fringe 2025. Photo supplied

Where Foxes Lie (Stage 32, Lorne Cardinal Theatre at the Roxy)

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

“Years ago, in a small town….” The man we meet in this unnerving, impressively intricate horror show by and starring Jezec Sanders is standing amidst heaps of crumpled pages. A volume dismembered? Draft after draft discarded?

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Koen is a storyteller. In Where Foxes Lie (co-produced by Ready Go Theatre and Nextfest), he spins stories, macabre, ghostly, strangely inclusive, about a small prairie town much like the one he lives in, and a hockey star much like him — i.e. a party-hearty, beer-drinking, team-player, guys-will-be-guys dude, living up to the town’s masculine expectations. Affable enough, he seems keen to get our approval and when he senses it slipping away, he gets more truculent.

He doesn’t instigate the bullying of the preacher’s son, “the only kid in town who didn’t drink.” But he’s OK with the local practice of picking on Albert — “relax, it was funny” — since he has “made himself a target” by being different, “a freak.” And the play, in a very skilful way that sneaks up on you, chronicles what happens to a vicious little rumour as it spreads, unstoppable like a virus, through the community, mutating all the while. “Belief, as Koen tells us, “is a lot more powerful than truth.”

Gradually, expertly calibrated in Sanders’ script and performance directed by Erik Richards, the act of creating stories becomes the storyteller’s own story, enveloping and consuming him as it’s told. It’s a prairie gothic horror show, a portrait of small-town life, a ghost story told by a ghost —  for the eerie duo of one actor and one gooseneck lamp.

The shivery soundscape by director Richards — strange industrial buzzes, unidentifiable animal sounds, scratching, thunder, the sound of human breath. I don’t want to tell you more, since suspense is built into the show’s architecture, and its enigmatic title. But here’s the thing: you might not find a more cleverly built and executed solo show at the Fringe.

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