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Sunday, February 28, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga - DAY 18

I went out to the visit room yesterday and visited with a lady who has been visiting me for almost eight years now, she is always a pleasure to visit with. While I was out there, I saw an adorable little girl; she couldn’t have been more than three years old. Seeing this little girl prompted me to thinking of my own sons and that when they were about this same age they’d visit me on the South Dakota Penitentiary, I remember them coming each week, their little faces beaming at seeing daddy. Now I am waiting for them to visit me on my birthday next week. I have seen them twice in the near decade that I have been here. My last visit with them was this past summer. They are eighteen and twenty at this time. My grown sons are still precious to me, when I look at them I still see those chubby little boys who would run into my arms at the prison in SD. Here in Texas’ death row we are not allowed to have contact visits, EVER! Not even when they are going to murder you are you allowed to even hug your mother or children on your last day, but I digress. When I used to visit with my children those years ago it was a happy time for me even though I was incarcerated. Now when they come to visit it is a more somber affair. My oldest is very angry with me for never being the father he needed me to be. When I looked into his eyes and saw that pain that I had placed there I was crushed that I could cause pain to someone that I love, and even his pain is a pale thing when compared to that of my mother’s. I have seen her hazel eyes cloud with the pain of my sentence and the tears streak down her face. My heart breaks with the knowledge that I am the cause of her pain. If I could take her pain upon myself to save her from it, I would in a heart beat. It should go without saying that I would, if possible, take the pain off my sons as well. I can do nothing for my older son’s anger. I have tried to tell him that he needs to confront this anger before I am killed because once they kill me he will not be able to.

I too had many anger issues with my own father, which I never was able to resolve and now he is dead and my anger persists to this day. I hope that when (if) they come to visit for my birthday next week that he and I will be able to work through it. I love my sons and hope that before I doe we resolve all these issues between us.

Kevin Varga 999368
Polunsky Unit
3872 FM 350 South
Livingston, TX 77351


© Copyright 2010 by Kevin Varga and Thomas Bartlett Whitaker. All rights reserved.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga - DAY 17

I believe everyone wants to be liked. Well okay I know there are those rare sociopaths that prefer to live in the dark and cut on themselves, but these people are the exception to what I am talking about. We live our lives so that others will like us and when they do not we tend to feel slighted and often find ourselves wanting to hurt those people that refuse to accept or like us. I see this kind of behavior every day here on death row. The reason I am speaking about this today in my journal is because my co-defendant is also on death watch (his date is one day after mine) and I have not been around him the entire time I have been on death row since we are both moved every fourteen days. I am amazed that he has changed so much in the time that he has been on the row. I understand that everyone changes over time, but it is not always a change for the better. I have been able to talk to him at length and I have discovered that I truly do not know the man he has become and I cannot say that I like him very much. I wish that I had met him in this incarnation because I feel that if I have I would not be here now. I cannot pretend to be the most likeable person either, I am usually a happy-go-lucky guy at the best of times, but then I can become that person who much prefers the company of himself to that of any one else.

Since my coming over to death watch I have seen the people around me try to act as though they are not facing their death as soon as four days from now (this is the next scheduled date). I understand trying to be brave in front of these others but I can think of nothing else but that date, I guess I am rambling today and hardly saying anything that is coherent, I must profess that I have indulged today in one of the practices I see around me every day now, I have been drinking homemade wine that we brew here, so please forgive my ramblings today. I too find it easier to deal with the reality of my situation when I alter that reality slightly. Does this mean that I am running from a hard truth rather than facing it? I then ask any of you, if you could face this without trying to alter the reality, even if for a few hours? It changes nothing but it does help for the nonce. I just hope than my inebriated state doesn’t change your minds against me, I need something to help me deal with this harsh reality.

I will write more tomorrow.


Kevin Varga 999368
Polunsky Unit
3872 FM 350 South
Livingston, TX 77351


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Friday, February 26, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga - DAY 16

I have been contemplating what my life has meant up to now. I cannot say that I have left this world a better place than before I came into it. How can I believe that anyone will remember me after I am gone? Was I even worthy or their remembrance? This has led me to think about my wife. She has decided to abandon me as so many people have since I received the death sentence.

I met Samantha through a pen-pal service exclusively for death row inmates. The first letter I got from her made me not only laugh but think that there was something very special about her. I soon found that I was thinking about nothing else but her. When I say that she filled my every thought this is not exactly an over exaggeration, I found myself for the first time in my life thinking about someone else’s needs before my own. Sammy J was beautiful, funny, intelligent and above all she was kind and caring. She made me so extremely happy for two years. When she came from England the first time to visit me I was excited like nothing I have ever experienced in my life. The first time I looked into her deep brown eyes I drowned in their depths and could have never found the surface again happily! We had many good times laughing and learning about one another. I fell in love with Samantha Jane Ingram in short order. I soon found that I loved her more than I ever thought possible. I have known many women in my life and had many women profess their love to me, but I have honestly truly only loved three women in my life. The one who stands foremost on that list is Sammy J.

While I was on death row I found myself happier than I can ever remember being before, all because of a woman’s love. Then in January of 2009 Samantha’s mom does of a sudden death. I tried to be there for her but she refused to allow me to comfort her. I then attempted to give her space and most of all my understanding that she wanted to go through this alone according to her. She came to see me in April of ’09 and I thought all was good with she and I, but then after she left for England I did not get a letter from her for two months when I wrote to her she got very upset with me. She accused me of many wrongs that I felt were not truly “wrong” but she stopped writing to me, she totally removed herself from my life.

When she did this I felt as if the sun had been taken from my world. Can you imagine being forced to live in darkness after having the sun shine directly into your heart? I honestly thought of suicide, by dropping my appeals. For a long time I was despondent and felt as if my world had fallen away from under me. Even now almost a year later I think of her. It is said that time heals all wounds, but nothing short of Samantha coming back into my life will ever heal the rift that us upon my heart.

I sit here on death watch awaiting the legal murder from the state and even that cannot stop me wanting her. I think of her and wish only to hear the sound of her telling me again how much she loves me. She claimed that her love was eternal; I always thought that eternity would last longer than two years. For myself I will go to the death chamber loving my Sammy J. My love for her can never die. Even if she refuses to ever contact me and I must live without hearing her angelic voice again my love will not die. I love her more than my own life. I have often heard that expression “I love –blank- more than life itself” but I often scoffed at that, until Samantha came into my life. She brought to me love and a happiness that I truly thought was impossible then I found myself alone to face this sentence. Now that I need her the most I cannot hear her sweet voice. I cannot expect a visit from her to say those last good byes that I so badly want. Well I want to tell you that she is forever in my soul. I will die with her name upon my breath.

How many days to live?

Kevin Varga 999368
Polunsky Unit
3872 FM 350 South
Livingston, TX 77351


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Thursday, February 25, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga - DAY 15

My life has not always been bad. I remember the good times that I have had. I remember the first time I held my son in my arms, I say arms but I could hold his small body in one hand! Now he is eighteen and a grown man. I am hoping to see him and my older son as well next week, it is my birthday next week and I hope they will be here. I love my sons and if it weren’t for them I could be content to allow the state to murder me. I want as much time with my son as humanly possible. How many days left to live? I have lost count.

Kevin Varga 999368
Polunsky Unit
3872 FM 350 South
Livingston, TX 77351


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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga - DAY 14

I have found an execution list taped to my wall, it’s from a year ago. I have been looking at those names on that list, I remember each of these men. I wonder if next year at this time will some other man sit here in this cell and wonder at my fate? I want to still be alive next year at this time but if I am not I want to leave behind something that will make others remember me. I have been thinking about these men on this list, were they scared at the end? Did they ever want God to take this burden from them? Did they stay brave until the end? I want so much to “be a man” to show no fear as is the “convict” way, but I cannot lie and say that I have no fear, my fear is of the unknown, what awaits me “beyond”?

Kevin Varga 999368
Polunsky Unit
3872 FM 350 South
Livingston, TX 77351


© Copyright 2010 by Kevin Varga and Thomas Bartlett Whitaker. All rights reserved.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga - DAY 13

I have not heard from my attorney yet to tell me I have a date, you may be thinking that it does not matter at this point. I believe that my lawyer should have informed me of this at his earliest convenience. That he has not speaks loudly to me. I’d asked him in the past to file certain motions that I had been told would get me a stay of execution or even possibly get my sentence reduced to life instead of death by lethal injection, but he refused to file the issues telling me they had no merit. I understand that he, not me, is a lawyer and he was worked death row cases for some time now, but does this mean he can just throw out things that have even the smallest possibility of saving my life? I just hope he is still filing my clemency plea.

Kevin Varga 999368
Polunsky Unit
3872 FM 350 South
Livingston, TX 77351


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Monday, February 22, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga - DAY 12

I was listening to a program on the radio trumpeting the technological advances of the last hundred years or so, I find it amazing that we as a society can reach around the world via the web yet fall back upon the barbarism of capital punishment to teach the killing is wrong. We do not slap a child to teach them that to hit is wrong do we? With all of our advancements there are some that the state feels are irredeemable, what does this say for us as a whole?

I am writing this journal for my own peace of mind but who knows what impact it will have on those who read it. I hope that I can convince even a single supporter of capital punishment to change his point of view. When it is no longer thought necessary to kill those we refuse to redeem that is when we as a society will become enlightened. Here is to enlightenment in my life time…


Kevin Varga 999368
Polunsky Unit
3872 FM 350 South
Livingston, TX 77351


© Copyright 2010 by Kevin Varga and Thomas Bartlett Whitaker. All rights reserved.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga - DAY 11

I have no words today.

I have failed at everything I have ever done, and I have no words now.

Kevin Varga

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Saturday, February 20, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga - DAY 10

As I sit here typing these very words this special team of officers is on the section tearing things up. This team was put together to search out cell phones and drugs and money hidden in the cells of death row inmates, yet since its conception they have found none of these things. They are all bullies who want to tea things apart, and that is all they do all day long. They totally disregard respect as they throw things out. I thought the fact that I have a matter of weeks to live they would leave me alone, but I have learned that this place is designed not only to house us until the state can legally murder us but also to destroy us mentally. They succeed with so many people. One guy here on death watch had a nervous breakdown last night, and they had to sedate him with clubs. They left him bleeding on the floor of his cell for three hours before a nurse came by to see if he was ok. He was still out cold, but she said he’d be fine.

I fear of losing what little sanity is left to me.

Kevin Varga

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Friday, February 19, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga - DAY 9

How can I look into my mirror and not see this monumental change that must have occurred in me but the same image stares at me from those depths. The world I know has shifted off its axis. I do have some good news of sorts. I have heard from this writ writer that he has an additional idea. The guards brought me some forms today, which I was to sign. I asked where they had come from, and he told me this inmate. I started to read through them, and felt my heart soar. The guard likes me and asked if it was good news, and said the person who sent them had been up all night working on this. I have to get some information from the free world, and that is what these forms are for, some sort of permission from me. He isn’t even asking me for funds to pay for this, though I know it must be costing him. You don’t know how good some of the people are back here. You think they are all monsters because that is what the news tells you. Some of the best people I know live back here. Hope springs up maybe.

82 days to live.

Kevin Varga

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Thursday, February 18, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga - DAY 8

I had to go speak to the Major today, Major Smith. Everyone who has a date of execution must speak with the man to get the paperwork into order. Where to be buried. To them it is just another death, one of many. Can they not see that this is a human being that they are going to be murdering? I saw today how they looked at me. Now I have become used to these people are almost ten years here and today I saw looks that I have never seen before. It is as though they are already seeing me as a corpse. I was handed this set of papers that neatly organizes the end of my life. Who would I like to allow to see them fill me with poison. I would rather no one witness this, but I know my family will not listen to me. What would I like my last meal to be? People think we are given whatever we want, but it comes from a list of food already served by TDCJ. You can’t get a steak, or a beer, or a cigarette like in the movies. It’s the same crap they feed us every day. How truly wonderful these people are at killing their fellow humans with order. No inmate in all of death row could possibly have been this cold-blooded. Not a single one. They actually laugh and party when some of us are killed. How do you live in this state and not care about this?

My date is now set for May the 12th, so there are actually 83 days to live, moving the count back a few. I feel as if I have been given a gift. Why did I never appreciate this time before?

Kevin Varga

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Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga - DAY 7

Tomorrow I will send these off to the address Thomas gave me. I hope I am at least making some sense here. I don’t feel like I can think straight. This is a kind of torture that nobody wants to talk about. We don’t torture in America, so the President says. But he’s wrong. You don’t understand how much any one of us here would give to have the conditions they do in Guantanamo. They live like kings compared to us. And the public knows this and they do nothing. I don’t think many of them are really Christians. They cant be. Rick Perry says he is one, but he can’t be. It’s all too easy to kill here, and there is no sanctity of life in Texas. When will anyone stand up and say that this lunacy must stop? Never, I think. 80 days to live, if my heart can make it that long.

Kevin Varga

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Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga - DAY 6

This cell has a definite presence about it. Almost a physical thing that is on the verge of overwhelming me. I feel as if there is someone standing behind me stretching out their hand to touch me, but when I look, of course there is no one there. It very well could be a psychosomatic reaction but what if its not? I mean they say that an animal can smell our sense of fear, so what if we exude a pheromone when our fears consume us? Maybe these cells here on death watch are filled with the fears of those who have come before. I am definitely contributing if that is the case. Will the next occupant of this cell be able to feel my presence as they too wait on their imminent death? I think this place is haunted. Thomas tells me to test that hypothesis. I don’t know how to do that. He also says that regardless of whether there is a ghost here, such things have no power over me. He keeps telling me that will is everything, but I don’t really know that I have the strength to do this. I feel like I am cracking up. Where are you God?

Kevin Varga

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Monday, February 15, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga - DAY 5

They finally moved me over to death watch cells today, well it has finally come full force that I have an execution date. I am now in a section of people that all have their own scheduled date with the hangman. That’s all I will write today. Too depressed by being moved to this section. At least if you die of cancer you get to hold someone’s hand that you love and tell people what they meant to you. All I have here is silence.

82 days to live.

Kevin Varga

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Sunday, February 14, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga - DAY 4

We went to commissary today, now normally this is a good day for those of us on the row, we have so few things that are good in our daily lives. The days that we are allowed commissary are almost a celebratory day in nature. We are able to purchase ice cream and that is a rare treat back here since we are sometimes kept from making purchases for many weeks at a time. While those around me are talking and laughing, eating their ice cream, I sit and write these words to you. I have found that this is a cleansing activity for me to write my thoughts. My angst today comes from that which should make me happy, commissary. Along with the ice cream came my stamps, and the thought of having to write my loved ones to tell them I have 83 days to live has killed my hunger. The ice cream now sits melting in my sink. I just can’t eat it. How do I write my mother? I have to tell her that the day she has been dreading since that cold November night in 2000 when the jury decided that I was no longer able to contribute anything to society has finally come to us.

When a man sits on death row he can tell himself and his loved ones that the courts will grant him relief on his appeals, but they never do. The courts are a lie. You see this realization eventually come into the minds of all of the new guys after a while although some take longer than others. Yes ice cream would taste like ashes in my mouth. Do they not understand that my death doesn’t solve anything? Nobody is brought back, and they only transfer old grief to a new set of people. I leave now to go write my mother. I leave you in peace. Thank you for reading this. If any of you would be interested in writing me, I would welcome the correspondence as a distraction. I love hearing about normal things that can bring joy. Never underestimate the power of just writing someone here to tell them that they are not forgotten or unworthy. So even if you do not write to me maybe you can write someone else and show that person that they are still worth the effort.

Kevin Varga

Typist's note - If you would like to write Kevin, this is the address to use:

Kevin Varga #999368
Polunsky Unit
3872 FM 350 South
Livingston, TX 77351
U.S.A

© Copyright 2010 by Kevin Varga and Thomas Bartlett Whitaker. All rights reserved.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga - DAY 3

Well yesterday’s optimism has evaporated like dew in the harsh sunlight of the desert morning. I spent my day searching the population around me for someone willing and able to help me. I’ve found many who are willing to give advice although it wasn’t worth anything in the struggle for saving my life. Those who I have been told have the skills to help me file these things away in locked boxes. They guard these precious scraps of knowledge like a puppy with his favorite chew toy. The effort it would take to coax them into giving me their help would take too long. Despair. So I only have one person who is willing to help me with this, who tells me the odds are not good. He told me not to mention his name. He also told me not to say anything good about him, because, “the last thing I need are any more people calling me an arrogant sociopath.” But this is MY journal, so I will say what I want, you nerd J I feel like a creature who has his leg caught in a trap, and the only help I can find is telling me that I will have to chew my own foot off to get free. There are no longer any choices in front of me that are promising. 85 days to go.

Kevin Varga

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Friday, February 12, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga - DAY 2

Good morning to all of you, though it may not be morning as you read this, for me it is. I have awoken this morning with a renewed sense of optimism. As I lay in my bunk last evening trying to fall asleep I was awash in thoughts of self-loathing, self-recrimination and self-pity. I started thinking “What can I do about it?” I thought that if my lawyer hadn’t filed on something, then the issue must not have had any merit. But there was so much he failed to do over the years. I sank pretty low that I contemplated taking my own life to deprive the state the satisfaction of being able to murder me. Then this little voice inside of me awoke and screamed: “Hey stupid! If you kill yourself then they get what they want!” So I started wondering, “What can I do?” It was like the sun coming up in the early hours after the long night of darkness, is it any wonder that the ancient Mayans worshipped the sun? This life-giving orb. So like the sun coming up I have an idea that could deny the state their sacrificial lamb. There are a few guys back here who have dedicated their time to becoming writ writers and paralegals. I often scoffed at the practice thinking that my lawyer had only my best interests in his mind. In my naiveté I thought that my lawyer would do all to save my life. I could not be more wrong, to my utter shock I have found that he has only filed that which is necessary in order to get his state money. I have decided to try to see what these few writ writers think about my case. Most of them do not like for the man to know what they do because nobody gets harassed more than a jailhouse lawyer. But I know several good ones, and I will seek their opinion. One has already given me his, but he has counselled me that the odds were very long, so I want to see what the others say. I guess this is called desperation. I have 86 days to live, but that isn’t enough. I want to live to see my grandchildren. I will write again tomorrow. Please wish me luck in my search.

Kevin Varga

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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga – 87 Days to Go

15th February 2010

(This morning at a little past 7am, I received a kite from my friend Kevin informing me that he had been given an execution date. He learned this fatal fact in the typical fashion: from a guard. Turns out both he and his fall-partner Billy are to be executed on May 12th and 13th, back to back. Ah, Texas does love to play their little games. They don’t even know which is to die first, as of this moment.

There is very little that anyone back here can offer in the way of consolation. Getting a date is, to my mind, like being told by a doctor that one has exactly three months left to live, save Texas has a far better batting average than cancer. I asked if he felt like writing about it, and he agreed that the process might prove to be cathartic. I will continue writing my normal posts, but for the next few months Kevin’s Death Watch Journal will have primacy of place.

When a man is strapped down on the gurney in Huntsville, he is given a few seconds to make any last statements which come to mind. I have always felt that this was hardly sufficient. Will 90 days be enough for a man to say goodbye to the world? I guess we will find out together.

T.B. Whitaker)

Hello, my name is Kevin Varga. Many of you reading this may remember that I wrote for this site once before. To those of you that not only read what I had to say but actually sent supporting letters to the governor of Texas asking for clemency on my behalf allow me to personally thank you.

Now for those of you what have not read my previous submission to this site I will introduce myself. I am a Death Row inmate who has been on DR since November 21, 2000. Two days before Thanksgiving I arrived to the Polunsky unit to start a nine almost ten year journey that has led me to write this for you. I wont go into depth about the specifics of my crime. I will however tell you that I took no active roles in the murders what has brought me to Death Row. You see Texas, maybe other states as well, has a law that allows them to convict you of a crime as long as you are present during the commission of that crime. This is how I have ended up upon Death Row with never taking another persons life.

Now as I previously stated to you I was sentenced to die by lethal injection on November 20th 2000. I had lived in county jail awaiting trial for over two years. IN all that time I never thought I would be found guilty, I mean if you are not the killer in the movies then you are not convicted in court. Well please allow me to dispel that notion right now. In the real world they can convict someone even in the face of conflicting evidence. But alas that is not why I am asking for your time today, no I wont rant about the injustice of my conviction. My purpose today is to leave something behind. Every human seeks that immortality. We have children to have a legacy, those that can create art or literature do so not only because of the pleasures that it brings to them but also so that future generations will remember them in some way. So in that sense this is my legacy of sorts. For you see I have just found out today that I have been scheduled an execution date. I wish to chronicle these last days of my life with you. I am not sure if many people will read these words, but they bring me solace by having an outlet for the emotions that are clashing within me at this time.

DAY ONE: Today started as many here on the row, the officers banging the metal tray carriers to bring us our cold meal of eggs, congealed grits, mushy apple pieces and a half pint of 1% milk the only thing on the tray that isn’t cold. I wake and step to my door to receive my meal to have the officer ask me if I knew that I had a date. Shocked, I told him “No.” Although I have been expecting this news for over a month now I cannot tell you how it was to know the day when you are to be strapped to a table and injected with a poison until your heart stops beating, but I will try to explain how it felt.

I felt as if the world had fallen away and I floated above it without ties to reality. My stomach clenched and I looked down at the tray that only a moment before I had actually wanted to eat and the mere thought of food made my stomach churn and feel greasy. The officer smiles and moved on to the next man waiting for his tray. I could hear the inmate in the next cell complain about the tray being cold, I wanted to scream at him that a cold tray was not the worst thing that could happen here! I, like most people here on the Row become complacent about our future. I have held out the hope that some how some way I would not have to die here for murders that I didn’t commit. But today has shown me that error. So I began to think about those people on the outside that live their lives with never a thought to leaving anything of themselves behind. I asked my friend Thomas Whitaker of I could use his site once more to not only share with you how a man goes through his daily life knowing that in 87 days I will be legally murdered by the state of Texas, I am still in shock over this, but I hope that my writings will give me some peace.

In the days to come I will submit my daily writings. I cannot promise that they will be wonderful, not full of cheers as I am sure that there will be many times that I will be low and wish that I were released from the great burden. 87 days in the life of a man sentenced to die. But if I continue to write and you continue to read am I truly dead?

Kevin Varga
#999368



Board of Pardons and Paroles
Executive Clemency Section
General Counsel’s Office
8610 Shoal Creek Blvd
Austin, TX 78757

Phone (512) 406-5852
Fax (512) 467-0945

Chair: Rissie Owens
Jose Aliseda, Jr.
Charles Aycock
Conrith Davis
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LINK to the earlier entry Kevin refers to




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