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  <updated>2005-09-19T01:16:58Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetictragedy4:6555</id>
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    <title>poetictragedy4 @ 2005-09-18T20:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-19T01:16:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-19T01:16:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm done writing in this shit.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything interesting to say anyway.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetictragedy4:6362</id>
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    <title>poetictragedy4 @ 2005-09-11T11:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-11T16:44:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-11T16:44:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>less than jake</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I feel stupid today.&lt;br /&gt;If I would have went with [ them ] I would have had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;But I slept instead.&lt;br /&gt;And I got my nose pierced yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It hurt.  He said I have thick skin on my nose.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetictragedy4:6095</id>
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    <title>poetictragedy4 @ 2005-09-08T20:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-09T01:15:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-09T01:15:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Too Short Notice — No skank room</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;I might go to that show everyone was invited to tomorrow.. if I can find a ride.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Shit.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetictragedy4:5668</id>
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    <title>poetictragedy4 @ 2005-09-07T18:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-07T23:17:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-07T23:17:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Saves The Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's been a couple days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today some Jason kid said I was going to die a slow painful death,&lt;br /&gt;and when I asked him why he said because I'm wearing girl pants.&lt;br /&gt;Some people need to grow up or shut up.  Seriously, keep your nose out of my business, assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to that church thing, again, with AJ, Liz, and Marci.. or however you spell her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate church, but it's something to do other than sit here all day.</content>
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    <title>poetictragedy4 @ 2005-09-04T18:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-04T23:28:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T23:28:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hawthorne Heights - Ohio Is For Lovers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I have a shit load of homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't even started.&lt;br /&gt;Only one day left.&lt;br /&gt;:(</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetictragedy4:5347</id>
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    <title>Whoo.</title>
    <published>2005-09-04T04:15:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T04:15:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just got back from a birthday party.  It was neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had marshmellows on a fire and and and and and we roasted a bottle of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was neat and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Liz's dad, k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye LOl.</content>
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    <title>Fuck you too.</title>
    <published>2005-09-03T00:11:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-03T00:11:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Used - Cut Up</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hot at school, it was also boring, and long.&lt;br /&gt;Then some stupid prick who calls himself Luke Schwarz or however the fuck you spell that bitches name keeps telling me he's going to "smash my head against a locker" if I keep wearing girl pants.  Next time he says something to be I'm going to tell him to go get his loud mouth wired shut again so nobody has to listen to his shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my mom about it, and apparently she knew his dad in high school and he's a big douche, so she says.  I can see where he gets his loud mouth from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke got in a car crash this summer, and unfortunately he didn't die.  People think he's a big dumbass now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom also told me they moved from Davenport to here and had to live in a tent for 3 months (at least).  Fucking hobos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was hanging out with Max and Cody at Dairy Queen, and then my mom called and told me I have to watch my sisters because she thinks if they go with her they're going to run around the hospital screaming (one of my sisters is getting surgery on her arm), which she kept complaining to me about.  I was about to say something and she slammed on the breaks and started yelling at me, about what I'm not really sure because I don't listen to her cause she says the same shit everyday and it's old, and why should I lisen to something I've heard 500 times in the last month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of some people, Luke and my mom to name a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also supposed to go to the football game (I hate football, meh..) but I'm still here watching my sisters, and I'm sure the game has started already.  That's okay, sitting in the house all day with my sisters is MUCH more fun than spending time with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, mom.</content>
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    <title>hip hip;                   __hooray</title>
    <published>2005-09-02T00:33:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-02T00:33:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Some song?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today's my cat's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Elmo. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;He's 12.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to borrow a pair of Beth's pants today, some Cody kid said I should invest in a new pair of pants.</content>
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    <title>uGAHSDFA</title>
    <published>2005-08-31T00:59:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-31T00:59:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>underOATH - A Boy Brushed Red... Living In Black And White</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today didn't go as fast as yesterday, but it wasn't too slow.  I have a study hall with Liz now &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sweating really bad right now.  It's hot out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetictragedy4:4144</id>
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    <title>Read.</title>
    <published>2005-08-29T23:11:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T23:11:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Led Zeppelin - Stairway To Heaven</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I need someone to make my LiveJournal pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment, and contact me on AIM.&lt;br /&gt;sn = onfire7x</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:poetictragedy4:3981</id>
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    <title>I'm a FUCKING BADASS.</title>
    <published>2005-08-29T22:05:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T22:05:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>underOATH - Reinventing Your Exit</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today went by really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning before school we were loitering in the hall and I said "I'M A FUCKING BADASS" (inside joke) and a teacher happened to be walking by and heard me, came up to me, and said "Even if you are, don't ues that language here" or something.  That was kind of emberassing, but made for another fun inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day went okay I guess.  Pretty boring, but it went pretty fast with the exception of 7th period, which seems to take 5 hours to go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.</content>
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    <title>Crap</title>
    <published>2005-08-29T05:13:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T05:13:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">School in 8 hours and 3 minutes. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed.</content>
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    <title>Guess what.</title>
    <published>2005-08-28T17:16:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-28T17:16:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Used - I'm A Fake</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Small, simple, safe price.&lt;br /&gt;Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.&lt;br /&gt;And I am not afraid to die.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.&lt;br /&gt;I want the pain of payment.&lt;br /&gt;What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts.&lt;br /&gt;Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.&lt;br /&gt;Would you be my little cut?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be my thousand fucks?&lt;br /&gt;And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.&lt;br /&gt;To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.&lt;br /&gt;I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not like anything.&lt;br /&gt;Especially a fucking knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me.&lt;br /&gt;You can tell,&lt;br /&gt;By the way I move and do my hair?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that it's me,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it not me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive, I don't smell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the cleanest I have ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry.&lt;br /&gt;Dry.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me, look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me, look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I drink?&lt;br /&gt;Do I date?&lt;br /&gt;I've got perfect placements.&lt;br /&gt;All my ink&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied, in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the biggest fan I've got right now.&lt;br /&gt;I made sure that I look how I wanted to look.&lt;br /&gt;The people around me,&lt;br /&gt;The people surround me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry.&lt;br /&gt;Dry.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me, look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me, look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach hurts now,&lt;br /&gt;And all tied off in lace.&lt;br /&gt;I pray, beg, for anything to hit me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;And this sickness isn't me.&lt;br /&gt;AND I pray to fall from grace.&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I see is feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm telling you I'm a fake,&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you I'm a fake. (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me, look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me, look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you I'm a genuine&lt;br /&gt;Fake!</content>
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    <title></title>
    <published>2005-08-28T04:33:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-28T04:33:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm back, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;-goes to bed-</content>
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    <title></title>
    <published>2005-08-28T01:33:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-28T01:33:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Saves The Day - This Is Not An Exit</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I haven't been feeling too great today.  I'm just not in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, AJ invited me over to watch Thirteen (one of my favorite movies EVER), so that's a plus.  Hopefully he'll call me back soon telling me when he wants me to come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the song &lt;i&gt;Saves The Day - Hold&lt;/i&gt; stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to do my stupid Algebra and German homework.  German shouldn't be that bad, but I'm not too excited about Algebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.</content>
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    <title>I love my family.</title>
    <published>2005-08-27T21:23:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-27T21:23:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Earlier today me and my mom got in an argument over something really stupid, I think it had something to do with babysitting my sisters, and my mom thinking I'm just a horrible brother and a horrible babysitter and I shouldn't be given a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she said she was taking the internet away tomorrow and I yelled "GREAT" or something along the lines of that and slammed my door, at which point she came back downstairs and took it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later she came into the living room where I happened to be at the time and said if I watched my sisters she'd give me my internet back.  About an hour ago I hooked it up myself cause I'm really bored and I'm sick of watching "The Mask 2" aka the stupidest movie on the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 minutes ago I was sitting here, browsing HF and I heard my sister and her friend Christina screaming at each other about some shit I didn't understand.  Then Christina's mom came and picked her up, and now my mom's on her way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has sucked so far, but hey, it could be worse, right?</content>
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    <title>Yawn.</title>
    <published>2005-08-26T23:19:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-26T23:19:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The All-American Rejects</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The last two days of school have gone a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; faster than the first.  The first school day seemed like it took 20 hours to go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored right now, and I have to clean my fucking nasty room before I can do anything.  My room is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily 90% of it is Pepsi cans, so I can just scoop them up and put them in a bag and my room will be pretty much clean.  I need to stop drinking so much Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm done cleaning I might call Emily and tell her to take me to McDonalds, or I might go to that stupid dance thing with Cody and/or AJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think) Kiersten dropped German today. :(  The only class we had together.  Oh well, I see her a lot outside of German anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do some more sitting around and maybe even make an attempt to do something recreational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.</content>
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    <title>:/</title>
    <published>2005-08-25T21:27:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-25T21:28:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I called Cody and asked where he was (cause they were supposed to pick me up half an hour ago) and he sounded really annoyed by me and like he didn't ever want me around him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case, fuck him.</content>
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    <title>I hate school.</title>
    <published>2005-08-25T21:08:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-25T21:08:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Alexisonfire - 44 Caliber Love Letter</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today sucked ass, and it was boring as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got called a "queer" at lunch and a "whore" at study hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate school.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid bitches.&lt;br /&gt;There's some people there I just want to take a metal baseball bat to their fucking faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  supposed to go with Mike and Cody to some shit in Cedar Falls but they'll probably just "forget" about picking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.</content>
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    <title>Yar.</title>
    <published>2005-08-25T02:48:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-25T02:48:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went better than I thought it would.  Really boring though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to write anything interesting.</content>
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    <title>The day has come</title>
    <published>2005-08-24T12:19:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-24T12:19:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yep, so the day I've dreaded all summer has arrived.  I had to wake up at 6:30 (wasn't that bad, since I went to bed early), took a shower, now I'm washing my face and then we're going to pick up Cody and then off to school. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously do NOT want to go, and I have no idea how it's going to turn out.  With my luck I'm not going to be able to find any of my classes, but hey, that's what the map is for, right?  It's still not very useful since my classes are on opposite sides of the school and I have to walk back and forth, probably giving me no time to go to my locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll write about it when I get home, and hopefully I'll make it home alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. :(</content>
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    <title>Almost time already</title>
    <published>2005-08-24T03:29:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-24T03:29:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">First day of school tomorrow.  This is going to suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write about it when I get back, too tired to write about anything else right now.</content>
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    <title>Mhm.</title>
    <published>2005-08-23T13:34:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-23T13:34:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>KoRn &amp; Kittie - This Town</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So orientation was pretty boring.  I know+like at least one person in &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; of my classes, with the exception of English, Science, and P.E... oh, and Study Hall.. fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of classes with Cody, which are Art History and Homeroom.  But we don't have Homeroom everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Health and Algebra with Max and Jesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Art History with Cody and Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have German with Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my classes are pretty much shit.  I have a crap load of stuff I still have to get for school, since the the teachers are fucking picky.  And on top of that I don't know where my locker is.  Oh well, I'll find it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not looking foward to going back tomorrow.</content>
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    <title>School</title>
    <published>2005-08-22T14:04:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-22T14:04:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">School starts on Wednesday, and orientation is tonight at 6:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitches at the school screwed up my schedule, giving me 8 periods the first semester, and only 6 the 2nd.   At first they gave me French instead of German.  Why can't they be perfect like me? [/sarcasm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really nervous.  I have a feeling it's going to be a disaster and I'm not going to know where anything is.  But hey, that's what orientation is for, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll probably write again later, most likely after orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.</content>
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    <title>Yar.</title>
    <published>2005-08-22T00:43:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-22T00:43:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I got bored and decided to make one of these LiveJournal things I hear so much about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't live a very exciting life so I probably won't write in here much, but if something does happen, I'll probably write about it in here or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired right now and I can't think of anything to write, so I'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.</content>
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