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to find out how they balance being a dad with a successful career. Business Dad is available now, so be sure to listen and subscribe wherever you get your podcasts. Hi, my name is Adam Gidwitz. I'm an author. I'm also a storyteller. I like telling all kinds of stories, but I especially like telling grim fairy tales. You may think you know grim fairy tales.
And you may think that they are sweet and boring. But listen, those tales you heard were the cute, happy, little kid bedtime versions of the grim tales. The original grim fairy tales aren't like that at all. They're weird and sometimes gross and often scary. In other words, they're grim. And I'm about to host a virtual storytelling session and tell one of the original grim, grim tales.
to a bunch of kids. Do you want to join me? Do you want to hear a grim fairy tale? I don't know if you said yes or no because I can't hear you. So let me help you decide. On a scale of grim, grimmer, and grimmest, this story is grimmer. There's a very rude and awful dude, some serious suspense, and some mind-bending magic.
If I get to a part of the story and you start to feel scared or uncomfortable, this is what you could do. You could turn down the volume and count to five. Then turn the volume back up. If it still seems like a part you don't want to hear, turn it down and count to five again. You know how much weird and gross and scary you're ready for. You know what you need. Okay. I'm about to join the session. There are kids inside waiting to hear a grim fairy tale. So, are you coming in?
Grim, grimmer, grimace. Okay, this story is called Frau Trudy. What? Frau is a German word. Does anyone know what the word Frau means in German? Pig? Something German. It is something German. You're right. Pig? It's not pig. Frau. It's Mrs. Hmm. So Frau Trudy means? Mrs. Trudy. Mrs. Trudy. And this is a story by the Brothers Grimm. Is it called Trudy Pig? No, it's called Mrs. Trudy. Nothing to do with a pig. No pigs. No pigs.
I like pigs. I'm so sorry. Okay, here we go. Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived with her parents in a giant stone manor at the edge of a deep forest. What's a manor? Good question. What's a manor? A huge house. You got it. The manor was enormous with a hundred rooms, but it wasn't fancy like you might expect. You see, the girls' family had been rich once many generations ago.
But now, they had fallen on hard times, and their manor had many empty rooms and more spider webs than servants. Just get people to live in your 100 rooms. Like, they rent it. Oh, yeah! Yeah, then you get rich again, and then you say goodbye to those people, and then you get all your jewelry. Actually, you shouldn't kick them out. What are you kids, real estate experts? I got to hire all of you. Help me make some investments. Anyway.
It was said that there was another house in the forest. A small cottage, in fact. But this cottage was so hard to find that no one knew exactly where it was. Or even if it really existed at all. Now, this girl who lived in the manor was very, very curious. She was curious about... everything in the world. And her name is Curious. You're right. We don't know what her name was. So yeah, I was just going to call her the Curious Girl. The girl was curious about everything.
She was curious about flowers and spider webs. She was curious about fires and frogs. And pens and cactus and sticky notes and pictures. And lightning and rainbows. Just about life. Existence. Exactly. I'm curious about lots of stuff. Birds, animals, nature, everything.
Okay, amazing. I'm curious about people. Oh, that's a lovely thing to be curious about. I'm curious about you, Adam. Oh, are you really? You don't know everything about me at this point. I feel like there's nothing left to learn. I am curious about... Smurfs. Smurfs. Unfortunately, the curious girl's curiosity worried her parents. Why? Yeah, good question.
Heard the saying of curiosity killed the rats. No, curiosity killed the cat, not the rat. And anyway, yes, they're worried that curiosity is going to kill her. The girl was always exploring and poking her nose into strange places, wandering off to follow her curiosity. And so her parents worried that she might get lost or fall into a well or, well, anything.
Now, the curious girl was curious about a million things. But what she was most curious about was... The cottage! That little cottage in the woods that was very hard to find. She would constantly say... Mother! Father, can you tell me again about the little cottage that's very hard to find? And they would tell her the same thing over and over. It belongs to an old woman named Frau Trudy. And then they would warn her.
You must never try to find that place because Frau Trudy is... A witch. A witch! She commits evil deeds in that cottage. If you ever went into it, you would never, ever come out. So please stop asking about it. How do you know that if you've never seen it? That's a good point. But the curious girl had so many more questions. What is a witch? Someone who uses magic to commit evil deeds. What are evil deeds? I'm not sure, but I know they're very bad.
Why would I never come out? Will you stop asking questions? But that just made the girl more and more curious. Curious. Okay. I did want to hear other answers to those questions. So who can tell me what a witch is? A witch is a wonderful person who has magic. A wonderful person who has magic? Witches can be good and they can be bad. Okay. And what are evil deeds?
Something that is mean or disrespectful or untruthful that you probably later regret in your life. Interesting. Wow, that's a great definition. And why do you think that this girl would never come out of Frau Trudy's house if she went in? Because she would love it because she was rich and she would never be bored. And all the rumors were untrue. That's what you think?
I think they don't want her to go there because she will either die, disintegrate, or turn into a bunny. Yes. Okay, those are very specific predictions. Very. One day, the curious girl was asking her parents yet again about the little cottage that was very hard to find. And her mother and father got so fed up that they shouted, Enough! You are forbidden from ever asking about Frau Trudy or her cottage ever again! Or else! The curious girl burst into tears.
All she had done was ask questions. Was that so bad? It's pretty much like her parents just said, stop being curious. Yeah, exactly. The curious girl was so upset that she ran away from her parents, out of the manor and into the deep forest. She's gonna find the cottage. After a while, she eventually stopped running. and started to wander. She wasn't going anywhere in particular.
Certainly not to the little cottage that was very hard to find. Because while she was curious, it was not like she wanted to be killed by an evil witch or disintegrated or be turned into a bunny. So she just followed whatever caught her attention. Animal tracks in the earth. the call of a hawk, a little river with a series of lovely waterfalls, and she asked herself questions about each one. I wonder, what kind of animal made those tracks? Who is the hawk calling? Where does the river end?
And she followed her questions until she found herself at the little cottage. Right away, she knew that it had to be Frau Trudy's. First of all, because it was the only cottage in these woods. And second of all, because it was the weirdest little cottage she had ever seen. Its roof was thatched with fiddlehead ferns. Its walls were made of gooseberry brambles. There was purple smoke rising from the chimney and a golden haze.
glowed through the windows. Magic. The sight of the cottage made the girl shiver. She couldn't tell if she was shivering with fear or excitement. She considered getting closer, but then she stopped. I might die. Or get disintegrated. Or get turned into a bunny. So she just studied the cottage from afar. And then, she went home. But all that night, she tossed and turned. She was so curious. She wondered to herself, What is Frau Trudy doing in that cottage?
Would she really turn me into a bunny? What would it feel like to be a bunny? When you're a bunny can you ask questions? The curious girl was so curious about it all that she could not fall asleep. So the very next morning, before she'd even eaten breakfast, she snuck back out into the woods. She tried to follow the same path she had taken before, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find.
from Trudy's cottage. Where could it be? Wasn't it right here? I could have sworn it was. She looked all day, and then eventually, she gave up and went home. Why? Like, a bunch of people tried to find it, right? Yeah. But they didn't. Right. They didn't find it because they were trying to find it. Yeah. But the girl wasn't trying to find it. Interesting. How do you find it? Just not looking for it or yes? Either not looking for it or you need to ask yourself questions to get there. Interesting.
The next day, the girl went into the woods again. But this time, she decided that she wouldn't look for Frau Trudy's cottage. She would just follow anything that interested her. Skunk fur, peeking out from behind some ferns. A beautiful old log with a million worms and maggots living under it. A flying squirrel jumping from branch to branch. And what do you think happened? She found it. And soon enough...
Wouldn't you know it, the girl's curiosity led her right back to Frau Trudy's cottage. She stared at the fiddlehead fern roof and the gooseberry bramble walls and the purple smoke rising from the chimney. and the golden windows and she wondered what was going on inside still she didn't dare get close i still don't want to die or get disintegrated or turn into a bunny
I think. Years went by. The curious girl snuck into the forest often, following her curiosity until she found Frout Trudy's cottage. And she would watch it and think about it. and wonder about it from afar. But she was always too afraid to knock on the door. Frau Trudy is a witch, after all. And the girl never told her parents where she went, because they still forbade her to talk about Frau Trudy.
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Besides, her parents were busy with their own worries. They worried about money, and they never stopped worrying about what would become of their curious daughter. So, when enough years had passed that the curious girl had become a curious young woman, Her parents announced, We have found you a husband. What? A husband. No, I heard you. What husband? He is a very wealthy duke from a faraway kingdom. Oh no. Yuck.
Now, you might think that the curious young woman would be upset that her parents would choose a husband for her. But really, she wasn't upset as much as... Curious! Curious, you're right. Why would you be curious about... Dad, I would be mad. You would be mad. They should have no other emotion except being curious. I don't know. I mean, most people would be angry. And a lot of other stories like this, girls have been angry. But in this case, she was really curious.
She had all sorts of questions. What is this, Duke? What's it like in the kingdom where he lives? Is it pretty? Will I live there? Will I like it? How big is it? Is he nice? What does he do for fun? What will we do for fun? Does he even like fun? and she was ready to learn new things and have new adventures and explore new horizons. Besides, she had always had a secret dream that one day she would meet someone who would teach her the secrets of the great wide world.
Or better yet, someone who'd explore them with her. Maybe the Duke would be that person. Or maybe he would be a horrible person and you would run and ask Mrs. Trudy to turn him into a bunny! Hex him! Interesting prediction. The next day, when the duke arrived at the manor, the curious young woman and her parents hurried outside to greet him. There, they found the duke sitting on another man's shoulders.
The father welcomed the Duke, and then asked, Why are you riding on a man? The Duke scoffed. My stupid servant forgot to tie up the horses last night, and they ran away! Obviously, I wasn't going to walk the rest of the way. The Duke dismounted from his servant's shoulders, wiped his brow, and barked at the servant. Announce me at once!
Thirsty and out of breath, the servant whimpered, Announcing the duke of the faraway kingdom, the most fearsome witch hunter in all the lands. With a flourish, the duke intoned, Yes, it is I. The duke of the faraway kingdom. Most fearsome witch hunter in all the lands. What do you think a witch hunter is? Someone who hunts witches for sport or like legend and stuff like that.
I don't like witch hunting. It's rude. Yeah. Because in the olden days, often people, girls who were intelligent or who were like stuff like that were considered witches. or who knew math, were considered witches just because they were... Different. Yeah, different. Yep, you're so right. The duke extended his hand to the curious young woman and said, It would be your honor to marry me. What? Your honor?
Yeah, that's what he said. Oh my gosh, this guy. Well, the curious young woman didn't quite know what to think. Yet. The Duke didn't seem all that nice. But he was the most fearsome witch hunter in all the lands, and she wanted to know about that. So when they sat down for dinner that night, she had a lot of questions. What do witches do? Evil deeds, the Duke responded.
Like what? Like, well, uh, they don't do all the normal things you're supposed to do, and they do all sorts of not normal things that you're not supposed to do. Supposed to do? That is not an answer. Can you be more specific? Well, um... Like if someone makes up their own rules, instead of obeying all the rules everyone else obeys, they're probably a witch. Or...
If someone doesn't do whatever everyone else does, they're probably a witch. Or if someone asks all sorts of weird and uncomfortable questions, they might be a witch. Or if someone knows magic, then they're definitely a witch. And so you murder them? Yes. Isn't murder an evil deed? The Duke laughed uncomfortably. Oh, not the way I do it. The way I do it. It is a passion, a talent, an art. Seriously, dude? This dude is thick.
This dude is sick. I don't think this duke actually hunts witches. I think this duke is a faker. The curious young woman was starting to wonder whether she really wanted to marry this duke. But she still had more questions. How do you kill the witches? Her mother cut in. I think that's enough. But it wasn't enough for the curious young woman.
or the Duke, who loved talking about himself. The Duke said, To kill witches, I stab them with my sword made of moonstone, and then I throw them on a fire and burn them to death. The curious young woman's parents hated all these questions. Let's change the subject. Yes, please. And at last, the Duke agreed. Your parents are right. Show me what a good wife you'll be. Clear the table.
Get me some dessert. Then let the men talk. The Duke pushed his plate toward the curious young woman and put his feet up on the table. What? Excuse me! Frustrated, the young woman picked up the plates and carried them into the kitchen. When they were alone in the kitchen, the young woman turned to her mother. I don't think I want to marry the Duke. Her mother replied, I understand.
He isn't very nice, but we have completely run out of money and he is very rich. You must marry him or we will be forced to sell the manor and sleep in the fields with the field mice. Marry someone who kills people and thinks it's an art. He doesn't kill people. He kills witches. Aren't witches people? Just then, the kitchen door swung open. The Duke... was standing there. He had been listening to their conversation. Did you just ask if witches are people? How dare you ask that question?
The young woman said, What's wrong with asking questions? And the Duke replied, Questions are for people who don't know. And people who don't know are stupid. So questions are for stupid people. No! You're stupid if you don't ask questions. So he's a most stupid person. Duke more like puke. Asking questions is how you learn. Yeah! The Duke is stupid! You're the stupid people, Duke!
The young woman's father came into the kitchen and asked, What's going on in here? And the curious young woman announced, I don't want to marry this duke. He thinks that people who ask questions are stupid. Also, he's a murderer. How? Dare you said the Duke I could have my pick of any young woman in all the kingdoms and you dare insult me I am marrying you as a favor to your parents
When I marry you, I will teach you to be a lady and to stop asking questions! Good luck with that. I wouldn't marry you if you were the last duke in the world! The young woman shouted, and she pushed past her mother, her father, the Duke, and his servant, and ran out of the manor and straight into the forest. Her mother cried, Don't let her go out there! Frau Trudy lives in those woods! She's a witch! The duke turned, very suddenly.
toward the mother. Did you say that Frau Trudy lives in those woods? His smile was very wide and very thin. Well, that's what they say, but we've never found her cottage because... Because it's very hard to find, I know. I've been looking for Frau Trudy for a very, very long time. But I've never known which wood she's lived in. Now I do. So don't worry. I'll bring your daughter back. After.
I kill the witch, Frau Trudy! And he started after the curious young woman, into the deep forest. No! The curious young woman ran through the woods. She looked behind her and saw the Duke running after her, his moonstone sword reflecting the light of the clouds overhead. And she wondered... Is he going to kill me? And she wondered... I thought he wanted to marry me!
How can he marry me if I'm dead? And she wondered. What can I do to get away from him? She wondered and wondered, and she wondered herself right to the little cottage, which was just what the Duke was hoping for. She had led him straight. To Frau Trudy. The curious young woman ran right up to the strange round door in the gooseberry bramble walls. And there, she stopped. And she thought, What evil things does Frau Trudy do in her little cottage?
Would she turn me into a bunny? Would I prefer being a bunny? Also, there's no doorknob on the door, so how could I even get inside? But it seemed that the force of her questions pushed the door open. The open door led the young woman into a small room. In this room, there were two more doors. On one door, written in sparkling copper paint, were the words, who knows? On the other door were painted the words, I know.
She stopped. Which way should she go? Who knows? Who knows? Who knows? Who knows? Who knows? Whose nose? Whose nose? My nose. No, who knows? No, what? Forget it. Why do you think she should go in the Who Knows store? She should go to Who Knows because, um, because she's curious. As the sound of the duke running through the forest got closer and closer, she thought, Knowing sounds good.
But I don't always know everything. And people who claim to know everything usually seem like jerks. Like that duke. She looked nervously over her shoulder through the open front door of Frau Trudy's cottage and saw the moonstone sword hacking at the brambles and bushes not very far away. She turned back to the two copper-painted doors and thought, Who knows? Sounds like you're helpless.
But it's also a question. I like questions. Suddenly, the Duke burst into the clearing where the cottage stood. He caught sight of the curious young woman and shouted, Come out of there! Frau Trudy will kill you! The young woman threw open the door marked who knows and slammed it closed behind her. She found herself in a room filled from floor to ceiling with flowers.
Thousands and thousands of identical pink flowers. There was something odd about the room, though. I mean, in addition to being filled with all those flowers. The young woman couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. There was a door at the other side of the room, leading out, so she went to it and tried to open it. But it would not open. And then she jumped with fear, because the walls of the room began to shake.
and a woman's voice rumbled through them. In this room, you will find ten thousand flowers made of silk, and one flower that is real. If you can pick the real flower, I will open the door for you. That's what's weird about this room. Thought the curious young woman. It doesn't smell like it's full of flowers. Because it's not. They're fake. Except for one. Now how do I find the real flower?
The curious young woman spun around and began examining the flowers. Each one looked real. Only by feeling the petals between her finger and thumb or sniffing a flower or looking at it very, very closely could she tell that it was fake. Possibly find a single real flower in a room of ten thousand. It'll take me a month. I don't think I have a month. I think that Duke will be here very soon. She examined another flower. And another. And another.
This would never do. Okay, who has an idea about what she should do in this room? Is the door locked? Yeah, she can't get out the door. Are the flowers magical? No. Maybe she has a sensitive nose. Uh-huh. And so she could follow her nose. That's a good idea. Because there aren't any bees in this room. Why do you ask that? Because the bees would probably go over to pollinate the real one. Oh, yeah.
The curious young woman looked at another flower. And another. There's gotta be a better way of finding the right flower. Who's good at finding flowers? She wondered. And suddenly, she had an idea. The room had one small window. The curious young woman went to the window and opened it. She didn't try to climb out. Instead, she waited. After a few moments, a single bee flew into the room.
The curious young woman smiled. The bee buzzed around the flowers and flew directly for one quite near the window. It stayed on that blossom for a while. Then it flew over the whole room once more. and out the window again. The curious young woman plucked the flower the bee had landed on, and instantly the door on the far side of the room opened.
I am so impressed that you figured that out. I love riddles, but I am terrible at them. I'm the same. I'm like, oh, I'm so good at this. Tell me the riddle. And they tell me, and I'm like, I have no idea. The curious young woman walked through the door and found herself in an entirely different room. This room was almost empty. It had no windows and no doors. Even the door she'd come through had vanished.
The only things in the room were a table and a mirror. The curious young woman was trapped. She waited for the voice in the wall to tell her what she was supposed to do. She waited. And waited. But no voice came. She has to figure it out on her own. The curious young woman wondered, Where's that duke now? Is he already found Frau Trudy? Did he stab her with his moonstone sword? Has he burned her alive?
Is that why Frau Trudy isn't speaking to me through the walls? The curious young woman looked at the mirror and the table again. She realized she was going to have to figure this out on her own. And fast. a magic mirror okay maybe it's a magic mirror look in the mirror okay go all over the room with the mirror and just see if just seek there's a detail that's different in the mirror than in the room that's a smart idea go through the mirror
Interesting. The curious young woman picked up the mirror just to see what she saw. Then she had an idea. She used that saw and cut the table in half. With the two halves, she made a whole. She took that hole, put it on the wall, and crawled through and out of the room. That makes no sense. Totally makes no sense. Okay, I'll say it again slowly. The girl picked up the mirror to see what she saw. Okay, so she saw something. She saw a saw. But then how did she get the saw?
all the table in half right how did she make a hole that does not make any sense um this is making no sense i'll say it again okay so she picked up the mirror to see what she saw yeah so now i said the word saw Then she used the saw and cut the table in half. What? Now I just took the word saw and transformed it from a word into an object. Which seems like it makes no sense. No sense. Do you understand?
Deferrito, no questions. Yeah, no questions. With two halves of the table, she made a whole. Like a half, two halves make a whole? Like a whole, you know what I mean? Nope. Like two halves make one whole. And then she took the hole, then it changes what kind of hole it is, put it on the wall, and she crawled through. Oh! Oh! Why is this so weird? It's a word game! It's a word magic!
You got it. It's word magic. Well, I don't like this. I don't like word magic either. It's breaking my brain. It's cool, but it does make your brain break. Absolutely. When the curious young woman climbed out of the hole, she found herself in a room full of strange feathers, and drying plants, and burning incense, and colorful stones that sparkled, and beakers of liquid that bubbled, and a cast-iron cauldron, and also a little old lady.
wearing a long purple velvet dress. The curious young woman didn't have to wonder this time. It was very definitely who. The curious young woman exclaimed, So you really are! Very slowly, Frau Trudy turned to the young woman. She furrowed her chin. And then she replied, Well...
If a witch is a woman who is smart and curious and can harness the elements of nature to discover the secrets of the universe, then yes, my dear, I am a witch. She's not an evil witch. She's a different kind of witch. She's the kind of witch... That does this. Which witch is she? Which witch is she? Ah, she's the kind of witch who asks which is which. Last questions. Oh my gosh, I never thought of that. Yes. Yes, my dear. I am a witch. For how Trudy said.
And then she smiled and added, And so are you. I'm a witch? But before Frau Trudy could reply, another door on the other side of Frau Trudy's room burst open. The duke stepped through, breathing heavily, his moonstone sword hanging broken at his side. He cried, You thought a few hundred venomous spiders would stop me? A spider crawled down from his hair and onto his forehead.
He screamed and threw the spider away from him. Oh, a locked iron door! He held up his broken sword. I popped it open, no problem. It was only then that he seemed to notice that his sword had broken. He shrugged and pointed it at Frau Trudy. He bellowed, Which? Frau Trudy replied, Which witch? Me or her? And she pointed one finger at herself and the other at the curious young woman.
The duke's eyes widened. You're both witches? The curious young woman began to shake her head. And then she stopped shaking her head and shrugged. The Duke stepped toward the old woman. Frau Trudy, I have been looking for you for a long, long time. Frau Trudy replied, And I have been waiting for you for a long, long time. Come, won't you light the way for us now? The Duke held out the broken Moonstone's sword threateningly.
But Frau Trudy picked up a hazel branch from the table in front of her, and she touched the sword with it. And suddenly, a blinding bolt of lightning seemed to travel from Frau Trudy's head, down her arm... through the wand, up the sword, and into the duke's body. When at last the lightning stopped, Frau Trudy was just as she had been before, and the duke had been turned into a block of wood.
Cool. Frau Trudy picked up the block of wood and threw it into the fire. When it was thoroughly aglow, Frau Trudy sat down next to the fire and warmed herself. She said, The dimmest fools always give the brightest light, and it was getting a little cold in here. Then Frau Trudy invited the young woman to sit down beside her. You did so well with those puzzles. What a curious young woman you are. You really will make a wonderful witch. The curious young woman said, I will. If you'd like to.
Do I have to do evil deeds? That depends. If you think evil deeds. are not obeying rules unless you agree with those rules and asking question after question after question, even if everyone finds your questions confusing or upsetting or strange. and studying the secrets of nature and using them to shape the world. Well then, yes, to be a witch you must commit evil deeds like those. So...
You're literally the best person in the world. The curious young woman said, Those don't sound like evil deeds. And Frau Trudy replied, I told you that you were a witch. She handed the young woman a block of gold. Go home to your parents, bring them this gold, and tell them you'll bring them more each and every week. Then come back here when you return.
I'll teach you to harness the elements of nature and uncover the secrets of the universe. So the young woman went home and told her parents what had happened and gave them the gold. They were relieved to see her and grateful for the gold, though they were nervous about their daughter studying with a witch. Nonetheless, the curious young woman went and lived with Frau Trudy and started studying the secrets of the universe.
Each weekend, she visited her parents, and soon, they stopped worrying so much. They even began to enjoy the questions she was always asking, and eventually, they started asking some questions of their own. After studying with Frau Trudy for many years, the curious young woman, now a full-grown woman, turned the manor with a hundred rooms into a grand laboratory for asking questions. She made the first university in the world.
And every once in a while, a curious girl would come wandering through the woods and find the great manor. And other times a nasty witch hunter would find the manor. In either case, the curious woman would invite them inside and she would teach them. to light the way. How does a curious girl light the way? Just question making. Yeah, question making. And how does a witch hunter light the way? You turn him into a block of wood. And throw him on the fire. Oh, yeah.
And the curious woman lived curiously and happily ever after. The end. I let my thoughts wander off with curiosity a lot. So my biggest question is what is time? How is it passing? How do we have these memories of last second, this second? What is past? What is future? What is now? That's an amazingly profound question. I think my brain just melted. Grim Grimmer Grimmest is a Pena Original Production.
Created, written, and narrated by me, Adam Gidwitz. Author of A Tale, Dark and Grim. Co-written by Ali Horn. Produced and edited by Ilana Milner. Casting by Paula Gammon Wilson. Voice direction by Alana Milner and Paula Gammon-Wilson. Sound design and mixing by Beat Street NYC. Executive produced by Anne Richards. Production support by Ashley Beecher and Thaddeus Danqua. Characters voiced by Alison Lee Rosenfeld. And Rob Moreira.
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