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Fifty-six days after they had been arrested, the twins were free again. Reggie and Frances were now back together, and he had bought her an engagement ring while on holiday in Europe in 1964. He obviously loved her, and she made herself fall in love with him. They decided to get married, and on April 20th, 1965, at St James's Church in Bethnal Green, they swore their vows at what was to be the East End wedding of the year.
David Bailey, the ubiquitous photographer of the swinging sixties, was there to record the images for posterity. It was a classic Cockney wedding. The ostentation, the Rollers double parked in the grimy street, the guests dolled up in their “Sunday Best,” the celebrities smiling and waving at the crowds. The photographer moved through his montage snapping away and recording for posterity the images — brother Charlie, good-looking, tall and sharp as a razor; his sleek wife Dolly stiffly smiling at the in-laws she hated; the Sheas. Father Frank, son Frankie and mother Elsie in a black, velvet dress, which caused Reggie considerable distress, and which he never forgave her for wearing to his wedding.
Reggie looked nervously at the camera, often with a pained expression on his face as though he had just been caught with his fingers in the till, and Frances, her bouffant hair swept back off her cherub-like face looked the perfect bride. She stared into the lens with the innocence of youth, oblivious of everything but the magic moments that she would treasure for the rest of her short life. Toasting the bridal couple, Ronnie stared into space with a blank expression, perhaps disbelieving or not comprehending the fact that his consanguineous link is broken, and that he has, at last, lost his twin half to someone else.
Reggie and Frances flew to Athens for their honeymoon. When they returned, he rented an expensive apartment off Lancaster Gate in the West End. But after a while, they both felt lonely away from their natural environment, and so Reggie found a place in Cedra Court, directly below the apartment where Ronnie was living.
Frances found life living in the shadow of Ronnie oppressive. Her husband was spending more time with his brother than with her. They still wined and dined at the best places and sometimes with noted people, such as Judy Garland and George Raft. But most times they socialized with other criminals and their partners. Her life was orderly, but it was also ordered by Reggie. He would not let her work; she had a car, but couldn't drive it, and Reggie would not let her have lessons. If she went shopping "up West" there was always someone from “The Firm” to accompany her and watch over her.
Eventually, she broke under strain and left Reggie to move back in with her parents.
They had been together for eight weeks. That was all there was going to be.
For a while, the twins had an arrangement working in conjunction with some of the American Mafia dons. The previous year, Ronnie had a lengthy meeting at the London Hilton, in Park Lane, with Angelo Bruno, the head of the Philadelphia crime family. In due course, they had meetings with Anthony "Tony Ducks" Corallo a powerful capo or crew boss who represented the Lucchese crime family, one of the powerful Mafia groups that dominated New York’s underworld.
An apocryphal story has it, that on one of his visits, Corallo offered Charlie Kray a "small" gift as a gesture of goodwill, from Thomas Lucchese, his boss. Charlie, in a condescending way, told Corallo gifts weren't necessary, only friendship and co-operation. The mobster accordingly, went back to New York with a suitcase containing $50,000. The twins became good friends with Joseph Pagano, a top-earning soldier in the Genovese crime group, possibly the biggest and most dominant of the five Mafia families that controlled organized crime in New York.
A colorful character, born in 1928, Pagano had a criminal record dating back to 1946. A friend and associate of Joseph Valachi, one of the first, late 20th Century members to inform on the Mafia, in America, Pagano had been inducted into the Genovese family in 1954. He was a significant earner involved in drugs, loan-sharking, gambling and the control of legitimate businesses. His connection to the famous New York Copacabana Club and other such places was probably the way the twins initially connected to him. Ironically, Pagano became great friends and a close confidant of Wilf Pine, another English gangster, who was also associated with the Krays, though his main link into the family was Charlie. You could count on one hand, with room to spare, the number of British crooks who became this close to the American Mafia.
They also met up and worked with Frank “Punchy” Illiano, who although connected to the Colombo crime family, eventually became one of the administration running the Genovese's.
With gambling now legalized in England, these people were looking for ways to move in and capitalize on the opportunities. One of the biggest was the running of “junkets,” packaged air trips from major US eastern seaboard cities that would bring in hundreds of gamblers anxious to try out their luck in a different environment. The twins could smooth the way and provided the necessary services to make sure everything was well oiled.
On April 15, 1965, a raid took place on The Royal Bank of Canada in Montreal. Another occurred in May on a bank in Ontario. Hundreds of thousands of dollars of negotiable bonds were stolen.
Through their contacts in the American Mafia, the twins were offered a share of these, heavily discounted of course. In July, Payne flew to Montreal and purchased a part of this stolen shipment at a price 25% of their face value. The twins disposed of them in England and began lucrative traffic in these instruments, which in due course brought them into contact with Alan B. Cooper.
A thirty-six-year-old American businessman with interests in insurance and a private bank located off Wigmore Street, Marylebone, in the West End, he was a mystery man. Small, handicapped by a stutter and a limp, he had rumored links to gold smuggling rings in the Far East, arms dealing of a dubious nature and possible ties to American and British security agencies. The twins needed him to facilitate the registration of an unusually large batch of stolen Canadian government bonds. He agreed to help them if they would agree to be his ally. He was being strong-armed by a couple of gangsters from South London and wanted Reggie and Ronnie to act as a buffer. They agreed.
The villains from south of the River Thames were Charlie and Eddie Richardson. The twins had first met up with them twelve years earlier when they were all doing prison time in Shepton Mallett military prison in Somerset.
Cooper had many connections in Europe, centered around Amsterdam, Zurich, Brussels, and Geneva. Through them, he could offer the twins access into an international underworld. The brothers welcomed him with open arms.
Later in the year, Reggie's wife, Frances, started developing symptoms of a nervous breakdown and started visiting the same Harley Street specialist, Dr. Julius Silverstone, who looked after Ronnie. Perhaps she recognized the irony in the fact that this doctor was treating both her and the man she had come to loathe above all others. It was hardly surprising she needed this attention. Her relationship with her husband had gone from the sublime to the ridiculous. Her marriage was now in a shambles and was having a damaging effect on her mental health.
Most evenings, Reggie would return to his apartment, change into a fresh shirt and suit, and then drive to the home of the Sheas in Ormsby Street. They would not allow him into the house, and so he stood outside on the pavement and talked to her as she leaned out of the second story bedroom window. Often, like some poignant and displaced Romeo and Juliet, these two poor, disjointed souls would spend the evening in conversation, semaphoring their anguish across an infinite space of frustration and despair. By the end of October, Frances decided she wanted to annul the marriage, but although discussing this, often, with her mother, never got around to doing anything about it.
Death of a Villain
The Richardson brothers differed from the Krays in many ways. They were not twins; they were not traditional Cockney villains, but more “bent” businessmen who were not notorious at first, for their violence; they operated scrap-yards south of the River Thames, organized long firm schemes and floated dubious companies from time to time.
There was no apparent reason why the two groups could not have cohabited. After their arrest and trial, the press made much of their reputation as torturers and the details of their internal brutality; their use of pliers to extract teeth and fingernails, and that electrodes were used to punish their victims. But in 1965, they represented a threat to the twins mainly because of two men who were in their gang.
One of these was “Mad” Frankie Fraser. In the autumn of 1965, he was released from prison after serving his sentence for slashing the face of Jack Comer, nine years previously. He joined up with the Richardson gang and quickly reaffirmed his reputation as a dangerous villain. He soon moved into the Kray’s world and forced his way into a chain of gambling fruit machines places that the twins operated. This seriously upset Ronnie. The twins had also been trying to strong arm the Richardsons into giving them a percentage of an extortion racket that the Richardson gang was operating through the car parks at London Heathrow Airport. Fraser turned them down.
The twins kept needling away at this and eventually another member of the Richardson gang, George Cornell, told Ronnie in no uncertain terms where to go. Legend has it that Cornell called Ronnie a "big fat poof," but according to Fraser, this never happened. The car park scam belonged to the Richardson gang, and that was that. But Ronnie did not forget.
The twins knew Cornell (right) from his days as a school days friend and a member of the Watney Street Gang, and although they were not afraid of him, they were careful around him. He was a dangerous man. His original name had been Meyers, and he had changed it some years earlier. He stood about six feet tall, thick-set, with a neck like a bull. He knew no fear and was totally aggressive, able to handle anyone or thing that got in his way. He was also known as a sadistic bully, and once had gone to prison for three years for slashing the face of a woman. He was a heavy drinker and very dangerous when intoxicated. Cornell had worked with the Krays at one time, but after he married, he crossed over into South London and joined up with the Richardson gang.
On the evening of March 7, into the early hours of March 8, 1966, there was a significant gangland fight at a club called Mr. Smith's, which was in Rushey Green, Catford, about three miles south of Greenwich. There have been several versions about just what did happen there that night, but one thing is sure. Three men were shot and wounded, and one man was killed.
The club belonged to two men, Dougie Flood and, Bill Benny, from Manchester, in northern England. They were club owners there and had set their sights on developing their business into the London area. They had bought the club but were having problems controlling some of the customers. Through Billy Hill, the retired gangster, they were introduced to the Richardson brothers. They agreed to handle the security problems, and they also decided to install gaming machines.
Late on this evening, Frankie Fraser, Eddie Richardson, and other members of their gang, including Jimmy Moody, Harry Rawlings, and Ron Jeffries were sitting drinking on one side of the bar. Across the room, was a group of men including Billy Hayward, who along with his brother Harry, ran a group of villains operating in South London. Drinking with them, that night, was Dickie Hart, a friend of Ronnie and Reggie.
Trouble started at 3.30 am. in the morning. It is thought that Billy Hayward, fearing retribution from the Richardson gang because of an affair he had been having with the wife of Roy Porritt, their mechanic, produced a gun and began to fire. In a shoot out that followed, Fraser and his boss, Eddie Richardson were wounded, Harry Rawlings was shot in the shoulder, and someone shot Richard Hart dead. The rumor quickly spread that Cornell also had been there that night, and it was he who shot Hart, although many sources claim the shooter was, in fact, Frankie Fraser.
The “Battle of Mr. Smith's Club” eventually resulted in the demise of the Richardson gang. The police moved in, the leading members were soon tried and sent off to prison. The twins, however, were very upset and felt the death of their cousin was a personal insult.
According to Fraser the next day, Cornell had been visiting a friend of his called Jimmy Andrews, who was in the Royal London Hospital in Whitechapel Road, recovering from a gunshot wound that had resulted in one of his legs being amputated. After the visit, Cornell and friends of his called Albie Woods and Johnny Dale stopped off at a pub called The Blind Beggar, which was just up the road from the hospital.
Unknown to him, a few hundred yards to the north in Tapp Street, Ronnie, Reggie and some members of the “The Firm” were drinking. Someone called the pub where they were, The Lion, and told Ronnie that Cornell was drinking at the Blind Beggar (right). According to a witness, Ronnie stared across the table where he was drinking and said, “I’m gonna kill him.”
Maybe he had a Garden of Gethsemane moment. He had long ago taken up residence in a dark place inside of his head; a place that may have been permanently damaged by his childhood struggle with diphtheria. His irrationality and impetuousness had made him a walking time bomb since 1958. Sense and sensibility were social etiquette long submerged by his illusion of gangland control through violence and intimidation. In the darkness of a dream that had filled his life for so long he knew that to slay the chimera was the only way to open up his future and be more than just one minute grain of sand on the seashore of eternity.
Taking one of his men, John "Scotch" Dickson and with another, Ian Barrie driving, they made their way down Brady Street, turning into the Whitechapel Road and pulling up outside the pub. It was 8.30 pm., and the place was almost empty. In the saloon bar, sitting on a stool next to a stone pillar, was Cornell. The pub’s record-player was playing a Walker Brothers record- “The sun ain't gonna shine anymore.” For George Cornell, it never was. Only minutes before, a Metropolitan police inspector had left, after enjoying an after-work drink and a sandwich. Woods and Dale, quietly slipped away, down towards the other end of the bar.
Cornell glanced across as Ronnie, and Ian Barrie walked in. He sneered and said sarcastically, “Well look who's here now.” Ronnie walked across the room and without a word, took out a 9mm Mauser semi-automatic pistol, presented it and shot Cornell in the head. With blood flying, Cornell fell forward onto the bar counter and then tumbled to the floor like a disjointed puppet. Barrie fired his gun into the ceiling, and the three customers and the barmaid dived for cover.
After they left the pub, Ronnie's gun was dropped into the River Lea, which flows through Canning Town into the River Thames, by Charlie Clark a burglar who hung around with the gang. Months later it was recovered, and today it is an exhibit in Scotland Yard's famous Black Museum.
Rushed to the London Hospital across the road, Cornell was then transferred to a specialist unit in Maida Vale in west London where surgeons operated but were unable to save him. He died in the early hours of the next morning.
He had been the wrong man in the wrong place at the wrong time. With Fraser and Eddie Richardson in hospital and the rest of their gang locked up, he was the only one available on whom to seek retribution for the killing of Hart. Cornell had been bad-mouthing the Krays, but his murder was more about power and prestige than simply the avenging of insults. Quite simply, Ronnie believed his honor as a leader was involved, and he had to show “The Firm” that he could act with authority when anyone threatened them.
Ironically, one hundred years before, William Booth had preached his first open-air sermon outside an original inn that preceded The Blind Beggar which had been there since 1654, creating the beginnings of The Salvation Army.
The Krays and their gang finished up that night at The Chequers, a pub in Walthamstow, where, gathered around the radio after midnight, they all cheered to hear the news confirmed that Cornell was dead.
Scotland Yard sent in one of their best detectives, Superintendent Butler, to carry out the investigation into the murder. Like everyone else, he knew who had killed Cornell, but proving it appeared impossible. The waitress who had witnessed the killing was unable to pick out Ronnie in a police line-up, and once more he went free.
Through the rest of the year, the twins operated in a state of unrest. They were still not sure just how much evidence the police were gathering against them. They often stayed with their mother in Vallance Road, and one night the widow of Cornell, Olive Hutton, came rampaging through the street smashing windows in the house and screaming threats at the twins for killing her husband. Hearing rumors of fresh evidence being uncovered against them, the twins fled the country and travelled to Morocco where they stayed for a few weeks until the chief of the police threw them out of the country as undesirable aliens.
In October, Frances attempted suicide by gassing herself. Her father found her in time, and she was rushed to Bethnal Green Hospital where she recovered.
The twins carried on with their business, but once again Ronnie was sinking into one of his manic periods, drinking and often meditating for days on end, leaving Reggie more and more in charge of running “The Firm.” Although they did not realize it, the retribution clock was now ticking, and the twins were living on borrowed time. By the time Reggie decided to go on holiday- in fact, it was to be a second honeymoon- and take Frances to the Spanish island of Ibiza, he and his brother had less than a year to go.
When Frances left the hospital, she moved to live with her brother Frankie and his wife, who lived in a big block of apartments called Wimbourne Court, about two miles from Vallance Road. She was twenty-three but was a much different person to the radiant bride, who had stood beaming beside Reggie as he cut the wedding cake, only a year before. She had lost weight, and become more a tired out waif than bright, perky Cockney girl. Reggie kept calling on her, promising to change his ways, determined that they could start again. On June 6, 1967, they went together and booked their holiday in Spain. She had already changed her name back to Shea.
About noon the following day, her brother walked into her bedroom and found her dead in bed. On her second or third attempt, she had succeeded, this time with a massive dose of phenobarbital. Reggie was inconsolable with grief. He blamed her parents, and they accused him. It was a lose-lose situation for them all.
Reggie and his brother organized the funeral, which turned out to be as big an event as his marriage. Flowers poured in from friends and allies throughout the London underworld. Reggie sent three wreaths, including a six-foot-heart of scarlet roses pierced with an arrow of white carnations.
The burial ceremony at Chingford Cemetery was resonant with images and overtones of darkness and despair. The heavy overcast sky, the wreaths piled alongside the open grave; dark-suited, somber-looking men paying their last respects, and everywhere, in the background, the presence of the law. Ronnie was absent. He was on the run again from a court case, this time as a witness in an extortion charge involving the police. So Reggie was left to grieve on his own, crying openly as his wife was lowered into her grave.
Unknown to him, she had sometimes referred to him as “Bacon Bonce,” Cockney rhyming slang for nonce, a child molester. Perhaps she had heard the rumors that were circulating that her husband lusted after her brother Frankie, who worked at times as chauffeur for the older Kray brother. Reggie’s sexuality had always been a somewhat ambiguous question mark. His mother’s hairdressers, Maureen Flanagan, claimed that Reggie was definitely in love with Frankie rather than Frances.
It was now Reggie's turn to sink down into a bottomless pit of despair and hate. He drank continually and became dangerous and mean. He brooded over his belief that his wife's death was the direct result of her family, and wanted to kill them. But the more he longed for relief through that route, the more he realized Frances would never forgive him. According to Bradley Allardyce, a bank robber, serving time in Maidstone prison along with Reggie, one day the Kray twin told him that he had found out that Ronnie had killed his wife, forcing her to take the pills, and had admitted this himself, to his brother.
If this is true, it seems astonishing that Reggie did not retaliate. Alternately, their bond was so strong, it could maybe excuse an act as infamous as this. Then again. Another rumor that circulated was that Violet, the twins mother, had arranged the death of Frances when she discovered that the young woman was pregnant. Which was interesting, as apparently, the autopsy report on Frances stated she was a virgin.
There was an alleged sexual relationship between the two prisoners in Maidstone, which if true, would confirm the many rumors about Reggie’s homosexual leanings that had pestered him since he was a teenager.
As the weeks drifted by, Reggie went on a spree, shooting a man whom he considered had insulted his late wife. Fortunately, he was so drunk when he made the attempt, that he only wounded the victim. One night in a club in Highbury, demanding money from a man called Freddie Fields, when the man refused, Reggie shot him in the leg. Fighting with another man, Reggie ripped his face open with a knife.
All was not well within the organization. “Mad” Teddy Smith disappeared and was never seen again. A man who decided to leave “The Firm” found a funeral wreath placed against the door of his house.
Smith was a psychopathic homosexual. A gay lover and close confidant of both brothers, it was believed he had been murdered by Ronnie. A British newspaper report of February 2019, claimed he was working as a “mole” for MI5 gathering information on politicians and celebrities whose sexual peccadilloes with Ronnie and his like-minded mates in the London underwrote, could have created scandals similar to the Boothby affair. The article concluded Smith had left England and moved to Australia, where he died in 2006.
Ronnie continually brooded over the reticence his brother showed actually to kill someone. Reggie was happy to beat up and maim, but somehow always found a reason to pull back at the last minute. Ronnie could not understand this. Most people never dreamed of killing anyone. Ronnie seemed to dream of nothing else.
Reggie finally moved out of Ronnie's shadow and got his kill. He was a crook, which was hardly surprising. Gangsters rarely murder innocent victims; they almost always kill each other.
According to Reggie, McVitie was “a man given to terrible violence.” In 1959, he was serving time in Exeter Prison along with “Mad” Frankie Fraser and Jimmy Andrews (the man Cornell was visiting in the hospital the night he was shot by Ronnie.) After a brawl with prison guards, McVitie was severely beaten by a group of wardens. In retaliation, Fraser felled the prison governor, and Andrews decked the head prison officer. Fraser and Andrews finished up in hospital along with McVitie. The three all received multiple strokes of the lash for their indiscretion.
In the spring of 1967 “The Hat” was involved in a dispute with a gang of toughs, and they smashed his hands with a crowbar. But once they healed, he was back brawling. He fueled his temper and boosted his nerve with a mixture of alcohol and pep pills called “black bombers.” He always wore a hat to cover a bald spot, apparently even in the bath. While he was generous and kind to children, he was less than perfect in the way he treated women. On one occasion he pushed a woman out of a moving car, and the fall broke her back.
He never belonged in “The Firm,” only to it, being used by the twins to carry out odd jobs and do the occasional bit of gbh (grievous bodily harm) to keep someone in line. He was in the idiom of gangland, “a frightner,” basically operating as a freelance thief and robber. Reggie looked upon him as a “slag,” a contemptible person. With his partner, they lived in a terrace house in Leyton, and his legitimate work was as a painter and decorator.
In September, Ronnie became convinced that Leslie Payne was going to deal with the police to avoid a prosecution charge that was looming over him. Ronnie gave McVitie one hundred pounds and a handgun and told him to kill Payne. He promised a further four hundred pounds when the job was done.
McVitie never got around to the killing and refused to pay the deposit back, which caused Ronnie some earnest aggravation. Drunk and disorderly, McVitie staggered into the 211 Club in Balham, South London, one night and threatened to wreck the place. The owner happened to be Billy Foreman, a good friend of the twins. This was another strike against McVitie. The final straw came when he brandished a sawn-off shotgun at the owners of the Regency Club, John and Tony Barry, who were associates of the twins. By this time Ronnie and Reggie were seriously upset by his actions.
On October 28, 1967, the twins and many of their friends and associates were drinking at The Carpenter’s Arms, a pub on Cheshire Street, just a few hundred yards from the old family home. Earlier in the year, they had bought the old inn as a present for their mother, Violet, and refurbished it. Later that night, according to the local grapevine, there was a party going down at a house in Evering Road, Stoke Newington, about two miles up the road from Bethnal Green. The place belonged to a woman called 'Blonde Carol' Skinner, a thin, pale woman in her mid-twenties, divorced with two small children. She lived with a man, George Plummer, who worked for the Krays.
As the night unfolded, the sequence of events led unerringly, for McVitie, into a one way street with no way of escape.
That evening at the Carpenters Arms, Tony and Chris Lambrianou introduced two friends of theirs, also brothers, Tony, and Alan Mills, to the twins. The Mills brothers were from Birmingham where Chris worked. He wasn't part of “The Firm,” but his brother was. The Lambrianou brothers went off to The Regency about 10 pm. and there, met up with Ronnie Hart, a cousin of the twins, (no relation to Dickie Hart killed at Mr Smith’s,) and McVitie. They stayed there drinking until late in the evening. Ronnie excused himself at some stage and left. The Lambrianou brothers were good friends of “The Hat,” and when they suggested that they all go to the party, McVitie didn't hesitate to agree. The five men piled into a car and shortly before midnight arrived at the house.
Ronnie and Reggie had been there for about an hour, clearing away other guests from the basement apartment. Along with the twins, there were two of Ronnie's pet boys, Trevor and Terry, Ronnie Bender and Ronnie Hart as well as the Mills brothers. As McVitie entered the basement living room, Reggie walked up to him and raised a .32 semi-automatic pistol to his head and squeezed the trigger. The gun jammed. Ronnie, his face red and eyes bulging was screaming at McVitie. The Mills brothers fled from the room, as did the two young boys. Reggie was now grappling with McVitie, pushing and shoving him across the floor towards a window that opened onto a garden. McVitie tried desperately to squeeze through, but only got his head and shoulders outside, before the twins grabbed his legs and pulled him back inside.
His hat now gone, McVitie was standing in the room, sweat pouring down his face, looking terribly afraid.
“Why are you doing this, Reg?” he shouted.
“Kill him, kill him!” now snarled Ronnie grabbing McVitie. Like stick figure in some grotesque cartoon, the two men caromed around the room as Reggie grabbed a butchers knife from Bender who had brought it from the Carpenter’s Arms, and plunged it into McVitie's face, and then over and over again into the chest and stomach of the victim, finally impaling him through the throat into the floor. When McVitie was finally dead, his body was wrapped in some bedding. George Plummer, the partner of Carole Anne Skinner, who had been at the original party and was still in the flat asleep in a drunken stupor, came around, briefly, to see the body carried from the room and placed in Bender's car.
He then fell back asleep. The next day, he remembered it as a bad dream, until he discovered that it was all, frighteningly real. Tony Lambrianou drove off with the body, followed in another vehicle by Bender and Tony's brother, Chris.
They were told to get rid of it in the East End but decided they were going to leave the body somewhere south of the Thames in the Richardson area, hoping blame for the killing would be laid at their door. When Bender contacted the twins and told them he had left the body in a car near a church called St Mary's, near the southern entrance to the Rotherhithe Tunnel in Bermondsey, they were concerned. Instead of the police tying in the killing to the Richardson Gang, they might link it to their friend Billy Foreman. They contacted their brother Charlie, who drove across to South London from Bethnal Green, and made arrangements with Ronnie Hart and Freddie Foreman, Billy's brother, to dispose of the body. It has never been found to this day.
A story has emerged over the years, that after the murder, the twins drove away from London and stayed with a longtime friend, career criminal, Geoffrey Allen, who lived in a beautiful 15th century mansion, Gedding Hall in a village of the same name near Bury-St-Edmund, Suffolk. The following year, Allen sold his property to ex-Rolling Stones guitarist, Bill Wyman who lives there to this day.
Years later, Reggie said of the murder, “I did not regret it at the time, and I don't regret it now. I have never felt a moment's regret.”
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