It is an early draft of an article I am trying to refine on telepathy and all of the stuff that psychologists like to call coincidences and various types of diseases. It has severe flow problem, “SEVERE,” as the outside forces meddling with my cerebral and musculoskeletal system are not letting me finish it properly.
Physics Final of the repeat course. The chair in front of me was vacant when I was handed the paper, and when I started to read the paper, I felt that the whole of the paper was written in a foreign language. Then a girl, who probably was greatly interested in me and was the most beautiful girl at our computer science university, showed up and took that chair, and miraculously so, along with her arrival, our Physics professor Dr. Arshad Bhatti showed up, as well. With the arrival of these two people, all of a sudden, the whole of my cerebrum started buzzing again, and what had previously been making no sense at all suddenly became perfectly readable and comprehensible. Although I am not sure, however, if I am not mistaken, in that repeated course where the paper was previously making no sense at all, I managed to get the highest grades. Now you have decided to make a completely unambiguous statement in your clip or video that once the brain becomes frozen, a state usually called consternation, or stalled, nothing much can be done at that stage. If that statement is correct, then how exactly did the arrival of a girl who had a crust on me — it was a mutual affair but undisclosed appreciation from my side — and one of the finest professors of Physics in the whole of the Lahore all of a sudden resolve my problem of the brain freeze and inability to read questions pertaining to somewhat dense physics?
A once-liked professor of compiler construction completely ruined my grade despite knowing perfectly well that people were spectacularly garbling my faculties. I have been an outstandingly competent, a true aberration when it comes to cerebral capacity, student, and until this course, even while participating in 6 extracurricular activities, I had never gotten fewer than 85% marks in the subjects of my choice. The extent to which I truly excel in scientific subject matters when I eventually develop a proper interest in them can be ascertained by reviewing my grades in the 10th grade. In the 10th grade, I participated in 8 different extracurricular curricular including cricket, basketball, and a speech contest which I won at the regional level. Despite my participation in extremely demanding 4 extracurriculars and 4 not very demanding activities, I was still able to get 90% marks in mathematics and 88% marks in physics; both of these subjects are deemed extremely difficult in the whole of the world. Despite possessing such outstanding cerebral capacity, when I eventually returned to retake the course of compilers — let me also make it clear that I was taking only one course — I prepared for all of the course exams extremely thoroughly, yet I only managed to get a scant 55% marks in the course; Despite knowing perfectly well that people were garbling my faculties, Dr. Fakhar ul Islam Lohdi let me take the final where some external party managed to completely ruin my paper.
When I was retaking the course of Discrete Mathematics, the same stuff happened to my which had happened during the courses of Physics and eventually Compiler Construction; some external party froze my cerebral ability. It just so happens that the teacher of the repeat course of Discrete Mathematics, a FAST graduate named Humayun Ahmed, kept staring at me with a knowing look on his face when I was looking here and there owing to perplexity that the whole of the question paper seems unfathomable, and then, after staring at me for a few minutes, he started walking towards me and took a position right behind my chair. I was the only person in the last row, and the whole of the back of the class was empty. As soon as he took that position behind me, all of sudden my cerebrum awoke from the frozen or sleep state, and the paper which should have been perfectly comprehensible from the beginning, eventually started making perfect sense. The complete ruining of a paper where a teacher knew that major malfeasance was taking place had never, ever happened to me before that course. To make matters worse for Dr. Fakhar-ul-Islam Lodhi, I had done the whole of the compiler’s assignment till the very last stage, which is called three-address code generation, and while doing that assignment, I had even used optimization discussed by Stanley B. Lipmann in his spectacularly written work titled Insided The Optimization Model. The T.A. chosen by Fakhr-ul-Islam Lodhi gave me a mere 62% points for a perfectly done assignment in which I had made use of optimization techniques as well not only to reduce code footprint but also to enhance the speed of execution of the assignment, as well.
When it comes to FAST’s inductees and the compiler construction course, the whole of the faculty had the knowledge that merely 20–25% of the intake takes it to the very last stage of the 3 address code generation part. I had not only finished the whole of the project, meaning taken it to the 3 address code generation part, but I had also applied all of the optimization techniques discussed by Stanley B. Lippman in his spectacularly well-written Inside The C++ Object Model book. I can almost say with utmost certainty that barring me, no other person who had taken the compiler assignment to the very last stage, namely the 3 address code generation part, had ever gotten less than 100% marks. It’s an extremely well-known fact that most of the inductees at FAST and other computer science institutions in Pakistan find compiler construction course, especially the 3 address code generation part of the whole project, quite difficult, and most of them, even some actually interested in studying computer science, tend to abandon the project development part once they have submitted the parser phase of the project.
When I was still working at Vroom, some external party created projections on my cerebrum while I was asleep that I was having sex with my mother. The very next day, when I went to the office of Vroom Technologies, I found an email sent to the whole of the FAST, Lahore’s 97 batch group inquiring the question from an unnamed party, “Did you enjoy having sex with your mother?” The mail was sent by someone named dr_iqbal@yahoo.com or dr_iqbal@someemail.com. Usman Salim and Fahd Reaz responded to that email on the whole of the 97 group with Usman Salim boldly stating that you know what I am capable of so try not to engage in this activity again. The email also inquired from that person that you are always hitting sixes — we had a term for those failing the courses too often that they were deemed sixers and probably too incompetent; the whole of the FAST knew that I had scored 80-88% scores in the finals without ever either attending any lectures or doing almost nothing during the semester — and you’re trying to establish a relationship with the Choki; people getting perfect 4.0, for which FAST has an extremely low bar, are called Choka or Chokis in FAST. I had managed to get multiple 80–88% by just appearing for the finals and they deem thase grades impossible to achieve by spending just a day or two with the books after having missed the whole of the semester. The girl and most of the people knew of these outstanding results delivered within a matter of 10 or so hours per subject barring just the Operating Systems course, I prepared the whole of the Operating Systems book within a mere 20 hours and achieved approximately 80% marks in the final.
During that course, a girl named Sania Mumtaz Saleem, whom I had told in the year 2000 that I wanted to converse with her but she had declined, showed up with her 4 different male friends precisely at the time when I had just finished the parser part of my assignment, and I was trying to compile the code. Coincidentally, the computer programming table next to me did not have a computer arranged on it, and the table was vacant. This woman named Sania showed up, sat on the table with her legs spread wide, usually seen in extremely raunchy movies, and all of a sudden Visual Studio Code stopped working. My perfectly compilable code which I had written in a manner that it would be perfectly portable, as well, became uncompilable as the Microsoft Visual Studio installed on the terminal that I had been using started generating missing DLL errors that I had never seen before. Owing to her spectacularly annoying presence, I had to change the desk, and I moved some 25-30 tables away from her and her group of 4 friends to use a different computing terminal. However, those strange errors that I had never encountered before did not go away, and I was not able to generate an executable. Hence, I had to submit that assignment with a letter that Visual Studio’s installation has started to generate errors that I had never encountered before, and I have no idea how to fix them instantly. As it was quite late in the night, as well, hence, I submitted the perfectly written code along with that letter. This woman’s university roll number and her husband’s roll number have been appearing on my screen ever since, and I have not been able to make any sense of the matter that what exactly do they want from me?
When it comes to Sania Mumtaz’ existence, even when I had initially expressed an interest in her existence, spectacularly strange stuff started to happen on my computer while I was working at Vroom. I had three extremely heated discussions on this matter that people are trying to badly manipulate my sentiment to keep me focused on her instead of letting me do my work or follow my passions. The fellow with whom I had these three heated conversations goes by the name of Fahd Reaz and is the eldest son of Brigadier Mr. Reaz. I told him on three different occasions that the people that I am following on Yahoo messenger are all doing strange stuff that somehow keeps shifting my focus towards her existence. While I was in conversation with my batchmate named Manzil-e-Maqsood on Yahoo messenger, at the time Manzil-e-Maqsood was working at Cressoft, Manzil during that conversation told me that Sania is here with me; do you want to say anything to her? When I was working at Vroom, the whole of the group was somehow trying to keep me focused on her existence even when I had zero desire beyond the first letter to converse with her again.
One night, before her marriage, when I went out to open the gate for my father to leave the house, her car was parked outside of the house that I am sharing with my father, and she was sitting in the car with her brother, having already acquired the knowledge using telepaths that I would be coming out and she would be able to make her presence known to me; that happened even when she had already said that she had no interest in me.
The external force that I have been talking about is not letting me add all of the information that I have on her behavior when it comes to my existence. I have seen too many activities which started happening after I tried to contact her, however, that force is just not letting me mentioning what psychologists like to call “Coincidences.” Hence, the following paragraph is in bits and pieces.
Have to finish my additional details on the telepathy article. Have to Find Sania and Ahmed video, have to add Sania Mirza's details, and have to add Urfi's screenshots and 557 screenshots. They have been showing me these names and numbers since 2000 June. 774 was Sania's roll number at FAST and 557 was her husband's roll number at FAST. Urfi's Facebook conversations' have a 774 or 477 ending. Queoos Chaudry, who showed up at Twitter and stated that Fahad Aziz had shared some old FAS group photographs where he saw me and then found me on the Internet when I had never attended any group photography session, himself told me on Twitter that he had a telephonic conversation with his elder brother and right after the phone call started seeing adverts on YouTube on WhatsApp that were spectacularly related to his conversation with his elder brother. All four of my former batchmates, namely Hamza Rana, Zaki Malik, Qudoos Chaudry, and Ahsan Abbas Asghar showed at Twitter almost right after I had sent an email to a former acquaintance named Usman Salim. Usman never told me that he was still in touch with any of them, yet all four of them showed up straight after my first email exchange with Usman Salim. They have all been telling me since our days at FASt that these are all mere coincidences, yet I have absolutely no idea why Sania Mumtaz showed up when I was trying to submit my compiler assignment in the year of 2003. She already had a job, yet she showed up there and sat on the part of the computing table designed to host a monitor, and lo and behold, I had been made to sit on a desk in the case of which the next one did not have any monitor there. She sat on the desk and spread her legs wide open and my compilation started to fail. Consequently, I had to leave the desk, sit some 25-30 seats away from her, and I had to submit my code with a letter that I had started to experience unseen DLL errors, and owing to the time of the night, I wanted to submit it without dealing with the errors that I had never seen before.
When it comes to the coincidence involving sending an email to Usman Salim and the arrival of individuals named Hamza Rana, Qudoos Chaudry, and Zaki Maali, Usman Salim remained a member of international credit card theft, international rings stealing passwords and obtaining people’s details and selling them for profiteering, and data theft for at least 4 consecutive years; if I am correct then longer than 5 years. Usman Salim had been providing credit card details to almost all of his friends and he offered me some credit card numbers, as well, which I firmly declined. When Usman Salim was working at EssTech which was being run by the elder brother of the same guy named Hamza Rana who showed up right after I had sent an email to Usman Salim or started conversing with him. I once went to meet him, Qudoos Chaudary, and Hamza at EssTech, and Usman was busy and conversing with all of them about the then very well-known Playboy model Tiffany Taylor and other Playboy models. Usman had been providing all of these folk not only credit card details but passwords of porn and nudity websites. They were all accessing these websites using the data provided by Usman Salim. Usman gave me Playboy’s password and login info, as well, and when I asked him how he had obtained it, he simply told me that he has had access to international credit cards and major porn and nudity websites' data for a long time. I used the account for a mere 6 months, and then simply stopped using even that one website. Hence, when they were busy talking about Tiffany Taylor, it least I was aware of who she was. Only these people who had been already busy conversing with Usman Salim on all of these matters showed up right after our email exchanges started in 2018 or 2019. I have this feeling, only a feeling which I cannot corroborate with any statement delivered by these people, that they are still involved in password and data theft. The so-called “coincidence” or the timing of their arrival shows that they are still strongly connected and participating in dirty businesses.
Regarding Usman Salim’s existence, It just so happens that Usman Salim had the roll number 436 and I had the roll number 448 when we were both enrolled at FAST, NUCES, Lahore. It also happens to be the whole truth that Usman Salim remained an active member of 3 different criminal rings involved in Credit Card Theft, Data Theft, and Password Theft. Not only was he stealing this information was his personal gains, he was actively busy providing his friends with the credit card details of the Americans and stolen login credentials of porn, erotica, and nudity websites like Playboy and other high-end porn websites. I have the screenshot of this event which happened almost right at the time when someone was busy shouting Usman Salim’s name in my head telling me that I was experiencing tons of errors or problems because of Usman Salim, and at that very time, I had been experiencing tons of problems; someone was busy repeatedly stalling my system and corrupting some of my data. I am posting the photograph with this message. It also happens to be a coincidence that Usman Salim works for a company named TixHub that sells online movie and concert tickets, and a Sports Caster whom I had stopped following in 2011 or early 2012 and in whose case they dragged me back to her account by creating projections of her appearing in a velodrome and getting her buttocks and feet measured, and that sportscaster started posting photographs on Instagram that companies selling online tickets were not letting her access their services and blocking her; they were repeatedly asking her to prove that she was a human and a die-hard fan of that artist. All along, people were repeatedly yelling inside of my head that Usman Salim is busy creating all of these problems. It just so happens that he works for a company that sells online tickets for concerts and movies, and is the only sportscaster whose content I follow on Instagram using a third party kept posting screenshots that an online company selling tickets to movies and concerts was not letting her purchase tickets.
Information on Zaki Maalik is once again incomplete as some external force is not letting me complete.
Zaki Malik, who showed up right at that time, told me that he wanted to converse with me but he could only do that on Skype as he was not a keyboard warrior and had stopped using the keyboard long ago. However, he has been busy publishing paper after paper in America as an employee of UT Austin. He told me personally that he finds books that pertain to his area of study, reads them thoroughly, and then publishes articles on those matters as his work, the same old data theft stuff that Usman and his friends were busy doing when they working here in Lahore. Despite being a publisher of dozens of articles and a book, he still declined to converse with me via email using the lack of ability to use the keyboard as his excuse. As I had published a book on web browsers in 2011 and a revised version in 2012, he asked me to give him a copy of my book as he would like to help me get some recognition. I had helped him clear the course of Compiler Construction at FAST as he was so poor in programming that he was not even interested in developing his own lexical or parser. I had not even cleared the course of Theory Of Automata, yet I was still able to develop that Lexical Analyzer for him in a mere 4 hours. Now he is busy publishing papers that he lifts from other people’s books, and he took my book on the premise that he would like to help me, and I never, ever heard from him again.
After getting laid off from Vroom and resigning from Innovative echnologies because of their horrible work environment, I decided to try Pakistan for good. As my father’s outstanding decision-making had ruined my chances of qualifying for a work visa anywhere, hence I decided to gain extra points by learning what I still deem my favorite 4th language, the French language. When I started learning French at Alliance Française in the last half of 2004 or early 2005, I was also keeping an eye on jobs at various foreign embassies. I found one for which I was perfectly qualified, a job for a computer operator paying some acceptable sum for a single person; however, the very next day, two Caucasians, a male and a female, showed up at Alliance Française and they were busy conversing in American accents. After the arrival of the Caucasian couple at Alliance Française, just a few days later, George W Bush arrived in Pakistan with his entire entourage and he met all of the people only within the premises of the American Embassy. To make matters even more interesting, he invited the Pakistan cricket team to hold a 10 or 20 overs match for him even though Americans have zero interest in cricket, whereas I had been a cricketer since 4rth grade and represented my school twice in 9th and 10 grade at the regional levels.
While I was trying to learn French at Alliance Française, one of their teachers named probably Aleem somebody started to scratch his crotch and play with his testicles in front of me when I had started taking independent lessons from him as their usual classes were proving spectacularly slow for me, and I decided to switch to independent tutoring for longer, more intensive sessions. I was doing spectacularly well, however, when he started scratching his crotch and balls, I had to abandon my plans to continue studying at Alliance Française. I lodged an extremely strongly worded complaint with the Martin-named guy who was leading the Alliance Française Lahore chapter, and instead of penalizing the person, they made that very person, named Aleem, the head of Alliance Française, Faisalabad Chapter. After abandoning my plans to gain those points in French, I reverted to computing and faced the following three outstandingly major problems.
When I decided to learn CSS, instead of buying a book, I downloaded the whole of the specification describing the CSS 2.1 standard from the W3C's website. Some external body tried its level best to stall my progress. First, they started to cause spectacular levels of reading failures on my digital screen, hence, I had to purchase an HP printer and print out the whole of the document. Then they tried to cause spectacular reading failures when I was trying to read printed documents, however, the severe garbling of the letters on the screen that they had started to cause that they were causing on the screen stopped. However, they slowed down my progress to such an extent that while reading the content that horrible, horrendous party used to dramatically start depleting my energy bank, or bodily energy, that after each day, I used to start feeling completely exhausted after reading only three pages, and used to take me at least a couple of hours to finish those three pages as the outside party causing this severe energy depletion was also causing severe memory failures. As a result, I used to have to read and reread those three pages multiple times during those two to three hours every day. Every day, after those three hours of reading, I used to fall asleep, as the outside party used to deplete my energy bank to such an extent that I used to lose all energy to participate in any other activity.
Owing to all of this nefariosu activity, it took me 3 months to finish an outstandingly easy document, and I am the person who read the whole of Operating Systems: Internals And Design Principles in a mere 20 hours as I had missed 92% of the lectures and the teacher, namely Zahid Raza, tried to stop me in the second last lecture by saying that I know you have missed almost all of the classes, and you are badly failing the course, please attend the last two lectures as the revision is taking place and you might, just might, pass the exam. I told him in unequivocal terms that I had been forced to join the institution by my father, and I had no interest in attending any lectures. On the day before the final, I sat down with the Operating Systems book written by William Stallings and read the whole of the book in a mere 20 hours for an 80% score in the final. I passed the course without having submitted the assignment that we had been asked to submit, and out of a total of 85% that I had attempted, because of my 80% score in the final, I managed to get 57 out of the total 85 attempted, all thanks to the 80% score in the final exam of the operating systems theory. Despite being that person who managed to read the whole of the Operating Systems book, which almost all of the CS graduates deem at least very dense subject matter, in a mere 20 hours while I was enrolled ta FAST, I had to spend 3 months to finish that CSS specifications which is outstandingly easy in comparison as outside parties were causing severe problems and outstanding level of exhaustion. In the case of the CSS standard, the decision to purchase an HP printer saved me, however, despite switching to reading those documents in the printed form, I had to face ginormous problems.
When I purchased Andrew B King’s Website Optimization, the same or some other outside party started to cause the same issues related to severe exhaustion and repeat memory failures. I still have a copy of the book where owing to the repeat failures, I had started to use sticky pointer sheets to mark all of the extremely important sections, and I used to consult those sections again and again to memorize the most important parts. In the case of Andrew B King’s Website Optimization, I once again had to spend three months to finish a book which would in comparison remain an extremely easy book. While at FAST, I had finished the whole of the Numerical Method’s book, which discusses differential calculus and similar stuff devised by Wilhelm Gottfried Leibniz, in a mere 8 hours for 80% marks in the final. I had attended a grand total of 0 lectures, and I taught the whole of the to myself in a mere 8 hours for another 80% or 81% marks. However, when I tried to read these two extremely simple books, the CSS 2.1 Standard and Website Optimization by Andrew B Kings, it took me 3 months each to finish those books.
In 2008, the truly horrible Mughlia clan, whom I had told in unequivocal terms to stay away from me and never involve me in their affairs, decided to hold a marriage party at our house of Sana Asim Khan. As I had had crystal clear awareness of their horrible, long-standing criminal conduct and past, hence, I had no choice but to leave the house. During the three days of what they somehow managed to deem festivities as someone was getting married to Shanaz Salahuddin’s daughter, I had to stay in Rawalpindi. When I reached the Daewoo’s bus station, my horrendous, horrible elder sister’s sister-in-law Javaria Maqbool showed up immediately with a large bag and started conversing with me. After I returned from Islamabad, someone started circulating threats in my head that if you are not going to marry Javaria, then Erfan Maqbool will divorce Safanna Erfan, the horrible and spectacularly dumb sister with whom I have had the profound misfortune of growing up. After 3 or 4 days, when I kept shouting in my room that if you want to divorce her, then go ahead as I have no intentions of marrying Javaria, they eventually stopped, and I never had to endure such threats again.
When I was out to get some groceries, near the bank Alfalah Brank near Al–Fatah Model Town, Shams Zia Mehmood, who would have been a registered rapist had it not been for his mother’s connections with Yousuf Raza Gillani and Sardar Farooq Ahmad Khan Leghari, had parked his car horizontally to block all of the traffic and he was busy staring at me. That was precisely the point where I was telepathically issued a death threat, as well, to stop writing about spectacularly corrupt democratic systems. When people at Alliance France started creating hurdles in my continued acquisition of the French language, I once left infuriated from the Alliance Francaise office as my rightful top spot had been given to a girl, and right in front of the Alliance Francais, Shams Zia Mehmood’s Black Corolla was parked and he was there. While I was enrolled at Alliance Française, this horrendously corrupt family had sent their eldest daughter’s eldest daughter to study with me and she tried to befriend me as well. It’s my good luck that I declined to establish any connection with her.
When I went to get my mandatory ID documents at the NaDRA office in the Blue Area, Farah Zia, now the head of HRCP, showed up, and the person holding my faculties hostage did not allow me to say anything to her. She remained there and when I talked to the desk clerk about getting myself registered as an agnostic instead of a Muslim, she looked straight at the desk clerk and started shaking her head in a no gesture to make him say that I should not be able to get an ID card as an agnostic and that would create work for the HRCP office in Lahore.
Since establishing contact with Zeshan Haider’s elder brother, Irfan Urfi, I once again experienced the same episode that I had experienced when I contacted Zeshan Haider in 2016 to get some assistance for the persistent headaches. He was pronounced dead just a few weeks or months after my email, and my cerebrum plunged into complete darkness. I completely lost track of what I had been doing and all of my writing projects that I had planned for the next 5 years disappeared from my brain. When I established contact with Syed Irfan Urfi in the March of 2024, some external force once again plunged my cerebrum into outstanding levels of anxiety and fear that the elder brother of my once best friend was in dire need of money and needed some help immediately. After experiencing that extreme state of anxiety and hearing loud voices inside of my head that he desperately needed my help in the form of all of the articles that I had published on LinkedIn, I forwarded him most of the articles carrying almost unique content on various matters with the stipulation that he would only be allowed to sell the Urdu versions of the articles within the whole of the subcontinent where Urdu is spoken. As soon as I forwarded him the articles, my cerebral state returned to normal, however, since then, the external parties have intensified the threats and pain to such a level that I have not been able to complete too many articles. I had almost all of the articles ready to package into a short book, however, for the last 7 months, I have not been able to do it as I keep getting stalled by external parties.
People inside of my cerebrum keep shouting that they want to steal your patent-worthy solutions residing on your hard disk and that’s why they are stalling you so that you would eventually, just to save your life as a jobless person, sell them for pennies to secure a place for yourself. I have sent emails to Satya Nadella, Jeff Bezos, and Brendan Eich with the desire to negotiate a fair price for my patents and get some work as an expert; however, I have never gotten a response, and outside parties keep shouting that they want your patent either for free or for mere pennies. The news of my patents has reached the email vetting teams of Jeff Bezos, Satya Nadella, and Brendan Eich, however, despite being an outrageously talented person, I have not been able to elicit a response from them as if they want this oppression to continue.
Expanding my telepathy article to include the Sidra Shakoor saga, how some external force was repeatedly making my arms extremely limp, and eliminating any desire to even force myself to take a backup of the data and partition the system. Eventually, some external voice started talking inside of my head that somehow Sidra Shakoor is involved in this event. I had never, not once, conversed with the girl, and during my 3 years’ long stay at FAST, I had only seen her once. As soon as I sent her a message on X.com, formerly Twitter, all of my bodily strength returned and the desire to repartition the system and take backup copies of the system returned, as well. When I first launched my personal website in 2014 titled disinterested.me, a person with the Twitter handle lewsid started following me who has been running an application that allows people to check their website from various locations. When I was enrolled at FAST, almost all of the students used to call Sidra Shakoor Sid. Now I am busy wondering what exactly does lewsid have to do with Sidra and why was I forced to connect with a person with whom I had never conversed in 26 years just to get my bodily energy back. All of my energy-related problems, at least temporarily, got solved as soon as connected with Sidra on Twitter. As not a single medical or psychology journal convincingly states that telepathy exists and telepaths, or some other folks, can completely ruin a person’s progress, hence, I would now like to know how on earth can connecting with a person on Twitter resolve all such issues, even if just for a month? What sort of black magic was at work that first caused the severe limpness in my arms and then completely eliminated that weakness as soon as I connected with Sidra Shakoor on Twitter? How exactly would the professionals working in the field of medicine address this phenomenon?
Since leaving a message on Amal Clooney’s Facebook page, I have been telepathically receiving offers to abandon my plans to write all of these documents and some unnamed party is willing to pay 10 Billion US dollars to purchase all of my notes and I should just get in touch with the person whom I had previously contacted.
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