What Happened to Libby CaswellInvestigative journalist Melissa Jeltsen explores Libby’s complicated relationship with her boyfriend and their interactions with police. And, a witness comes forward with a harrowing story.
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This story can be hard to hear. There's detailed talk of suicide and violence, but we think it's important not to gloss over the reality of what happened to Libby Caswell. Please take care while listening. So what age was Libby when you moved into this though?
She was in fourth grade and her and Natalie just had chicken pox together when we moved here. Libby had it worse than Natalie. It was in her ears and in her mouth and on her eyelids. I mean this everywhere.
So small story, and I guess fair.
I'm here in Independence, Missouri, standing in the living room of the small tidy house that Libby grew up in. I came here to immerse myself in Libby's physical world, to meet the people who loved her, and to see for myself the places she lived, because often those physical spaces tell stories that people.
Can't or won't.
Libby's mom, Cindy, and sister Natalie are showing me around and sharing stories about the family through the years. There are photos of Libby everywhere, faded childhood prints, pictures of her and her son, and blown up portraits from a modeling shoot she did in her teens. Her family told me Libby loved the camera.
She just posed and wanted to be in pictures all her life. In her son.
Blind, they take me into the kitchen, where the family would often spend time together.
She was a pretty good cook. She really taught me on fried chicken. She could really cook some fried chicken. I was like, wow, you've outdone mom.
But mostly we stand outside Libby's old bedroom and talk.
She always painted it some really weird colors. When we first moved in, I painted my room pink, and she painted hers like really bright lime green with a really dark green trim, and it was horrible. And then she had these big like flower stamps all over it. And then she'd change into like red and THENTO gold and it was like her little space. And she wouldn't let me in most of the time i'd have she'd make me knock, and then even then a lot of times she told me to go away.
Sometimes, though Libby relented and let Natalie in. The sisters would watch scary movies in bed, dance around to music.
She would sit in front of her mirror and watch herself sing, and I always would tease her and stuff for being attitude or whatever, and she would didn't care. She would just stare at herself in the mirror and have like a big brush in her hand or something, pretending to sing really loud. She was so funny.
As a child, Libby's room was her own private sanctuary, but as a teenager, it became a place where she and her boyfriend Devin retreated to together.
I never really knew what was going on because they just kind of locked themselves.
In there, whether they were sequestered in her bedroom or just home alone. No one saw what Libby and Devon were up to. But her family did start to notice that little things were different around the house, and not in a good way.
We'd come home sometimes when they air bolts here and things would be broken. One time we came home and we had the picture of Jesus Stanning on the wall and it was completely shattered.
There was damage that often went unexplained, like a dent in Libby's bedroom wall.
We were like, who put this hole here?
Who did this?
And everyone was like, we don't know.
I should be clear about my reporting history here. I'm a journalist who covers violence against women, and I tend to focus on a specific kind of violence, domestic violence, which occurs between people in intimate relationships. Through my decade of reporting, I've developed a keen eye and ear for picking it up. But I can tell you that domestic violence is by design difficult to see from the outside. Both the abuser and the person being abused have compelling reasons to hide what's going on. But hiding a secret of this magnitude it's a lot of work, and as is often the case with secrets, it tends to find a way of making itself known in a bruise, peeking out from a sleeve, a whispered admission to a friend, an argument behind not so closed doors. Take that hole that Cindy mentioned earlier. One day she comes home from work and finds a hole in the wall of Libby's bedroom. Whatever hit it dented the dry wall and splintered the paint around it. I can tell you from my experience in some homes, holes and walls are not innocent. They're not mistakes or accidents. But Libby wouldn't tell her family what had happened, and no one else had been in the room, and so for a while, that's where Cindy's story of the whole ended until I started interviewing Libby's friends and the full picture began to emerge.
I remember it like it was yesterday. So her first Mother's Day, she called me. I ended up shown up over at her house and she used this in heres.
This is Holly, one of Libby's best friends. Libby may not have confided in her mom or her sister about what happened that day, but she did tell Holly.
She said that Devin had slammed her head up against the wall and knocked her out and just left her there unconscious.
She didn't never tell me of the extent of all the things that happened. You know, I had to find out after her death.
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I'm Melissa Jelson, and this is what happened to Libby Caswell.
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So what I actually probably the fact that I've never put my name in his heart to the moment, and I to stop her from hurting me. She's just been happy with her. The medical examiner ruled Libby's death undetermined.
They go, what do you mean they undetermined?
It was just like he destroyed that safe space for her in her room.
He rammed her head into the walls, hard enough to put a dent in the wall the size of a bowling ball, you know, And we never knew the explanation because no one was home and no one knew.
Chapter three, Domestic Disturbance. Abusive relationships don't start with a head slammed into a wall. They start, like most relationships do, with flirtation and connection and excitement about what's to come. Which is why I'm going to rewind six years before Libby's body was found in a motel bathroom, six years before her boyfriend became a suspect in her death, because to get the full picture of Libby and Devon's relationship, we have to start at the beginning. And at the beginning, it was sweet.
Oh they were in love.
They were you know, young puppy love. It was always, oh, babe, this babe bat Man had stupid nicknames that.
They'd call it.
The Libby's friend Holly introduced them freshman year.
Devin was in my math class. Liddy had said that he was really cute before I knew that she was interested in him. I was standing in the hallway with Liddy one day and Devin walks past and I was like, oh, hey, Devin. I was like, yeah, this is liddy, and then they started dating. I want to say, maybe three weeks after that.
Libby's mom, Cindy, remembers meeting Devon in the beginning of their courtship. Her first impression was that he was a charismatic kid who attracted a lot of attention from the girls.
He reminded me of Justin Bieber. He had the long bang and he was always like, you know, tossing his head doing his bangs, and I thought, wow, he's really cute.
Natalie, Libby's little sister, would sometimes tag along with the couple while they hung out.
They were just kind of like the perfect high school couple, you know, the varsity cheerleader and the football player, and they seemed to really be into each other. And he'd come over and he was always really respectful at first, and just seemed like he was kind of the perfect boyfriend at the time for her.
But when Libby became pregnant at age sixteen, about a year into their relationship, Natalie noticed a shift in how Devin treated her.
He would playfully do something or accidentally do something to make her really upset, and she would get upset, and he would kind of just be like, why are you overreacting.
One of Natalie's most vivid memories is what she refers to as the lighter incident.
They were downstairs in the basement and he had the lighter and he was playing with the lighter and touching it to her because the end of it was hot, and thought it was funny and was laughing, and she kept telling him to quit, and then he lit it and touched it to her leg and whatever she was wearing caught on fire. So she came upstairs just bawling, and he was just like, I don't know, why are you acting like that? She was clearly extremely upset, and he had burned her clothes on her leg, and he was just like thought it was funny and was trying to just play it off like it.
Was a joke.
From Natalie's perspective, Devin was always pushing the limits with libby, seeing what he could get away with before she'd get angry or burst into tears, and the limits he pushed could sometimes involve her physical body what she would and would not tolerate.
It was just like little things like he would come into her and bump her real hard or elbow her, and then she'd get upset and he'd be like, oh, I didn't mean to or I was just messing with you kind of thing, and it just kind of escalated that, like well, he would just do things all the time like that.
Just a kid herself, Natalie wasn't sure what to make of Devn's behavior. Maybe that's just how boys acted when they really liked you.
They were really young, you know. I was really young too, so I was just like, eh, they'll figure it out.
She wasn't the only one who noticed how Devin started to treat Libby differently once she got pregnant.
Here's Holly again.
He just started acting real weird. It was like it wasn't like Libby, like him and Libby were a couple anymore. It was just like Livy was his What do you mean that that? Like it was like an obsession kind of thing, and you know, he could go out and do whatever he wants, but she couldn't even come over and hang out with me for you know, a couple hours after she got done at school or on a weekend. She wasn't allowed to do anything. At that point, he and her were actually hanging out one night, and he started like sending her threatening text and stuff. It wasn't like outright like oh, hey, I'm going to be your ass. It was like, oh, you'll see what happens. You'll see what happens whenever I see you again, and stuff like that.
Over the course of Libby's pregnancy, the couple broke up repeatedly, but each time they got back together Natalie again.
She would leave him for a little while, but she was pregnant, so like things would come up where he'd have to come or she'd want him to come to like an appointment. I always told her, you need to just like find someone else and move on, and he can pay child sport or come visit him or something, but you need to find someone else to treat you better. But she wanted her family to be together, so she always tried really hard for that to happen.
And Devin swore he wanted that too. I have a handwritten letter, he wrote to Libby while she was pregnant, quote, you and this baby are the two biggest blessings I've had in my life. Ever, I am more than happy. I'm honored to be your man and father of our child. Regardless of the hardships and challenges we've been through, it was most definitely worth it. Things will get better even further down the road. Remember this, you and me are in it until the end. But after Xavier is born in the spring of twenty thirteen, things don't get better. In fact, they get worse.
My mom and dad were at work. I don't even know what I was doing, probably going to the kitchen, and when I passed by the bedroom that they were in, their door was open. I had heard them arguing, like they were kind of just like quietly talking back and forth, but you could tell it was an argument. When I walked past, I saw him roll her to the side and just punch her really hard in the thigh, and she cried out and started crying and was upset.
I was like, kind of like, what did did he just hit her?
This was the first time she'd actually seen Devin punch her sister. She couldn't believe her eyes. Natalie felt she needed to tell her mom right away.
And so when she got home and kind of like confronted them about it, Libby was just like, no, you took it wrong. You didn't see that, kind of like she was defending him, and I was like, well, I know what I saw and I heard it like I could hear it. He hit you really hard, And She's kind of just like, no, he was just playing and she just defended him. And I don't know why.
Libby adamantly denied that Devin hit her, not that time, not Ever, whatever Natalie had seen had been misinterpreted. Cindy, for her part, wasn't sure what was true, but she wanted to believe Libby.
I kind of felt something like I would feel someone right, or Natalie would say, Mom, they were in the bedroom and we heard this loud slap and she cried, and I would say, Libby, did he hit you today? No? Who told you that we were just playing around or you know, something like that. But then we've seen the bruise on your leg.
Why would Libby try to hide the abuse from her family. There's no way for me to truly know, but I do have some ideas based on what I've learned from talking to other women in similar situations. Maybe Libby felt ashamed that her boyfriend would treat her so roughly, and ashamed that she tolerated his behavior. Maybe she didn't want to give her mom another reason not to like Devin, still holding out hope they could become a happy, young family, or maybe she truly believed that each time was an accident, each time an anomaly, each time was the last. From Cindy's recollection, this time period, the first few months after Xavier is born, is incredibly chaotic and tense. Libby, at seventeen, is trying to learn how to care for her newborn. Libby and Devon are fighting constantly, and they break up once again. This time Cindy bans Devon from the house, but Devin doesn't listen.
Instead, he shows the.
Caswell family just how much of a problem he could be.
He would either throw eggs at the house, sit late at night, speed up and down the street. He would come and stand in the street and yew. He'd say, you better let me see my son.
Cindy felt the threats were escalating, and so finally she decides to take action.
She does something that.
Would strain her relationship with her daughter and change the trajectory of Libby's story, something a lot of people do when face with a potentially dangerous situation they can't handle alone.
She calls the police.
I was hoping that the police would come immediately and catching here. That was pretty naive.
Everything falls apart. In the summer of twenty thirteen, a few months after Xavier's birth, the very first time Cindy calls the police to report Devon. It's August second, around.
Eight at night. The police notes are.
Simple, white female and white male arguing in street. Caller is mother of female and that's basically it. The call is flagged as a domestic disturbance. I can't tell from the police report if anyone talked to Libya or Devon about what was going on, but the visit doesn't seem to do much to abate the problem, because seven hours later, Cindy calls again at three am to report that someone Devin, she suspected, was driving up and down her sleepy street, blasting loud music to harass them. Again, the police come, but there's nothing to see. The car is long gone. Over the next week, every time Devin shows up at the house Cindy calls, it.
Would take him an hour, hour and a half sometimes after a while to come and he would be long gone. He would laugh and say, they ain't never gonna catch me. I'm too smart for them, and yeah, he'd just run off.
And then there's the day that Devin stands across the street from her house, shirtless, swinging a hammer. It's a blazingly hot Monday in August, and Cindy has the day off of work. She and Libby are inside the house trying to keep the baby cool, and Devin's standing outside with the hammer, yelling you better let me see my son. Cindy calls IPD again once more. By the time they arrive, Devon's gone, but the police are not particularly concerned by whatever happened with the hammer. Instead, they're annoyed by the frequency with which Cindy is calling nine one one and frustrated by their encounters with Libby. The officers write in their report quote IPD had responded to the address five times in August twenty thirteen for disturbances and building checks, all pertaining to Devon. Each time IPD has responded, Elizabeth has been very uncooperative. I've seen this word uncooperative a lot in my career, especially used to describe victims of domestic violence.
We have very strong stereotypes about the ways that victims of domestic violence are supposed to act.
Lee Goodmark is the director of the Gender Violence Clinic at the University of Maryland's care School of Law.
So a victim of domestic violence is supposed to be meek and weak and passive and grateful for the intervention of police. When people don't act in conformity with this stereotype that says a victim will do anything that they can do to help with prosecution, then they are labeled uncooperative.
There are many reasons why Libby might not have wanted to quote cooperate with the police. To start, it was her mom calling the authorities, not her. She may have been afraid of how Devin would react, or maybe she didn't want to see the father of her son in jail. And as far as Cindy recalls, IPD never spoke with Libby privately to gain more insight into her behavior and never asked questions about her safety.
Even though police have been trained for the last forty years around these issues, around these ideas about why people might not want to go forward with cases, why they might be afraid to talk to police, you still see least labeling victims uncooperative, and once a victim has that label, they are deemed less credible.
Which is exactly what happened in this case, because instead of offering Liby and Cindy support, IPD tells them to stop calling altogether.
They were like, you can't just keep calling nine one one. You're gonna have to kick out your daughter and rectify this situation. You can't just keep calling nine one one, And we were like, she has a new baby. We're not gonna throw her out in the street. She doesn't want him here.
IPD decides to use the law against them, invoking a little known city ordinance that prohibits maintaining a nuisance property. A property might be considered a nuisance if the residents are selling drugs out of it, or accumulating dangerous junk in the yard, or really doing anything that their neighbors don't like. Ordinances like these are fairly common across the US and often pretty vague. Much is left to the discretion of the officers, and in some cases, a person might be cited not for being a nuisance to their neighbors, but to the police for calling too many times, even if they're calling to report a crime that is being committed against them. Hours after the police respond to the hammer incident, they sent another officer to serve Cindy and her husband Robert, with papers officially designating their house a quote nuisance property. They're warned not to call the police again or risk a fine. Cindy, Robert, and Libby all sign a copy, and.
So they were like, well, we have a certain number of times that you can call, and then we're going to press charges on you, guys. I had never heard of that. I had never heard a nuisance to the law in any way, and so it was just ridiculous to me. I didn't know. Though I was naive, I still trusted the police, even though I thought they could come a little quicker when I didn't call.
Lee good Mark again.
The irony is that we tell people to call nine one one if they're experiencing danger. We tell people that police are the ones who are supposed to protect them. We tell them that the criminal system is supposed to intervene in these cases, and then when they try to use that tool to do all of the things that they're told it's going to do, they're prosecuted.
After the Caswell's house is flagged as a nuisance, Cindy stops calling the police. Months go by, some days are peaceful, others not so much. And without the option of calling the cops, Cindy takes matters into her own hands.
One time, him and his friend showed up outside, and they got out of their car and was standing in my yard and taunting and saying, what are you going to do about it? You came, you know, what are you going to do? And I went and got Robert's samurai's sword and went outside.
When Cindy told me this, I was kind of dumb struck because I've spent a lot of time with her and I cannot imagine her will a weapon against anyone. She's one of the most gentle and mild mannered people I've ever met.
And the guy he was with yelled, dude, she has a sword, and they joked in the car and took off.
Then one cold January morning, Cindy hears Devon and Libby fighting. It scares Cindy enough that she does something she hadn't wanted to do since her house had been labeled a nuisance. She calls nine one one. When the police arrived, they handcuffed Devin, but not because of his behavior towards Libby, because he had an outstanding warrant for an unpaid fine. He's led to a patrol car, and, according to the police report, Libby panics and tries to run after him. The officer gives Libby a lecture, he writes in his report quote, after a stern warning and conversation, I elected not to arrest Libby Caswell.
The officer's note.
Reminds me of what Lee Goodmark said about the stereotypes of domestic violence victim. In this moment, Libby isn't acting meek or passive or grateful for police intervention. She's not acting like a victim, so she's not, in my opinion, being treated like one. A couple months go by without any more nine to one one calls, but then one day Cindy walks into the living room and sees Devin tackle Libby on the couch, smothering her with his body.
That time he laid on her and she couldn't breathe. I called nine one one. I took a ball bat after him and told him to get out of my house.
IPD shows up, but Devn's gone. They come back a few days later, this time looking for Cindy.
Three guys in a suit came with some officers and they were like, here's your citation. Now you have a court date.
She and her husband Robert appear in court officially charged with maintaining a nuisance property. They plead guilty. That was humiliating, you know, they each have to pay a fine of one hundred and fifty five dollars.
We didn't break the law.
We didn't.
We respected the law. You know, we did everything we were supposed to. We licensed our vehicles and had this amount of animals and got their raby shots and you know, we like just lived life like normal people.
Cindy's experience with the police, the things they did and didn't do, it really burned her. And despite how unfair and unjust the citation seemed, Cindy took it seriously. She stopped calling IPD. She had lost faith in the police ever helping them, and so she told me had Libby.
It was kind of like it victimized her the way they did us and didn't do anything to him.
After all this goes down, Libby ends up moving out of her childhood home and for the next few years hops from apartment to apartment around town. She sometimes lives alone or with a friend, but whenever she's with Devon. There are more nine one one calls, this time coming not from Cindy but from neighbors, friends, landlords. I have some of the reports here. Incident type domestic disturbance. Male and female going in and out of duplex fighting. Incident type disturbance. Two subjects screaming and fighting. Heard something hit the wall. Incident type domestic disturbance. Couple fighting in intersection. Can hear screaming and slamming door. Has been going on all day. Incident type domestic disturbance. Landlord called to report that Devon Martin came to home, destroyed property and is trying to start fight with Libby. Incident type domestic disturbance. Since six a m. Caller had received texts from Libby Caswell, female in abusive relationship, her son's father has been there on and off all day. Caller said Libby was afraid to call the police despite all of Cindy's calls and the calls of neighbors and friends. Devon was never arrested or charged with domestic violence. Would it have been different if Libby was quote cooperative or was there simply no way for the police to know what happened when the two of them were alone. I've tried repeatedly to contact Devon and get his side of the story, but he's never responded. Nonetheless, in the wake of Libby's death, these nine to one one calls, these reports of domestic disturbances spanning from twenty thirteen to twenty seventeen, are what IPD had as context. There was even a protective order that Cindy obtained at one point to keep Devon away from the house. This history of alleged domestic violence, it seems highly relevant to Libby's death investigation, as by Devon's own account, she died in a room alone with him, which is why it's so confounding that IPD didn't ask Devin about any of this. As far as we can tell, their long history of domestic disputes is not noted anywhere in her death investigation. In ipd's interview with Devon, he's not asked about any of these specific incidents, and when he offers up the claim that he had never heard Libby in the past, I would not ever do anything the hard physically, IPD just moves on to another topic. They really only push him about his possible involvement in her death once and honestly not very hard.
To put this the rest a little bit.
It's something bad happened, but things got out of controls.
It's positive that prone trying to help.
Put it help put my hand on a viblely now put it on everything I love, on my huldre or my son's like.
Them, and not everything that's in my pay never.
Never, when I heard it like that, It's possible that IPD did review all these files and decided that they weren't relevant. To be clear, within the neatly typed reports about the conflict between the couple, there's no mention of an explicit act of physical violence, no black eyes or broken limbs. It's all a little murky, a little messy. And so if that was the extent of information IPD had, maybe it would be understandable why they didn't dig into the possibility of Devin's and involvement in Libby's death any deeper, just accepted his version of events.
But this was not all they had.
The very next day, after Devin tells police that he'd never laid a hand on Libby, someone comes down to the police station to report something they had witnessed exactly one week earlier, something they thought might be connected to Libby's death, something that, if true, would mean Devin lied to police.
Yeah, I mean, you know, I don't honestly know what happened, but if there was something that was wrong and it needs to be, you know, brought.
Out Hello, Hello, Hey, is that Gary?
Yes, it is.
This is Gary Stevens. He used to live with Devin's mother, Mindy, and they have a child together. Devin's half brother kind of.
Looked up to me as a as a father figure. Kind Him and his father didn't get along very well, and he kind of looked up to me, So, I mean, that's what makes this so hard.
In the fall of twenty seventeen, Devin asked Gary if he and Libby could live at Gary's house for a bit while they saved money for a new apartment.
He was working at Sonic, and I said, yeah, I'll come on, you know, it's fine.
A month passed with no problems. Libby and Devin went to work. Gary saw them in passing, but then one day, while Gary was at home, he heard sounds like they were fighting, and these sounds were disturbing enough that he decided he had to intervene.
I heard things and knocked all of the you know on the floor. Normally I wouldn't open up door. I knocked, say hey, you know, but I felt something wasn't right. So when I opened up the door, I seen Devin was on olive and he.
Was choking her.
She was angled caddy corner on the bed and he was sitting on top of her. And I mean it surprised him when I opened up the door, you know, he kind of let it and turned around. She raised up, and that's I kind of lost it. I said, look, you guys, ain't I'm disrespect near my house.
You're not going to do this here.
You're not going to tear up my house. You got to go. And I'm feel bad because maybe I shouldn't have. Maybe maybe I shouldn't have made him leave. I don't, you know, I could There could be a thousand maybe I shouldn't, But that didn't what happened.
This might seem like another in the long list of troubling allegations against Devin, but strangling or choking, as Gary called it, is a very bad sign in the history of an abusive relationship. For context, it's estimated that each year you, US women suffer at least five million acts of domestic violence. That's almost fourteen thousand every single day. The vast majority of these incidents are not lethal, but each day around three of these women will die at the hands of their partners. So figuring out which victims are at the highest risk of homicide is a priority for anyone trying to stop this from happening, because if you can predict which women are most likely to be killed by their partners, you can intervene before it's too late, or that's the hope. And what researchers have found is that strangulation is a powerful predictor for future deadly violence. Women who are strangled by their partners are over seven times more likely to later be killed by them. It's such an important red flag in domestic violence cases that in hundreds of jurisdictions across the US, police are trained to ask domestic violence victims if they have ever been strangled, so that they can identify those who are at the most risk.
So was she on her back and he was like straddling her, yes, okay? And he had his hands around her throat? Yes, okay? Was she making any noise? Like? Was he cutting off the circle the air to her down.
You know, I didn't hear any noises, but I'm sure that you know, I'm sure that's what was happening.
Only a week later, Gary heard the news that Libby died with a belt around her neck.
I seen on Facebook Libby had died.
What was your initial reaction. I was shocked.
I was very shocked. And then and then my first thought was, well, you know what what I just witnessed.
Gary drove down to the station and asked to speak to someone about Libby's case.
When I when I went in, there was a lady that you know, you just talk through the glass at it with a speaker, and she said just a moment, and she told them that they had someone would maybe information about what had happened.
Instead of bringing him into an interview room where statements can be recorded, an officer took a statement in the lobby, So we don't have an audio recording of it, just notes from IPD in Gary's recollection.
And when a detective come out talk to me, I just told him exactly, you know, like I explained to you what I witnessed.
Did they seem interested in the information, Like, how did they react, not really.
They didn't really seem to have too much, you know, enthusiasm about it. They didn't say a lot, and I think maybe it was still under investigation at that time, so I don't know what they would have said.
Did you ever hear from them again?
No, I didn't. No follow up, no, no, nothing.
No. To this day, Gary is conflicted and confused about the meaning of what he saw.
I honestly I would have a hard time believing that he would do this, although what I witnessed was you know, that's what when I think to myself, and I've thought this over a thousand times, I think Devin did it. In my heart and in my mind, I want to say no, but it goes right back to what I see. So I don't know. I honestly do not know. Everyone deserves to know the truth, and if there was something that was not right, then someone should be held accountable. I mean, I like Devin, I love him as far as a person. I don't want to see any harm to him, but if he was capable of doing this, he needs to be held responsible.
On the next episode of What Happened to Libby Caswell Well, we learn about another secret Libby was keeping I mean.
I knew she was doing something, but she just wouldn't admit it to me at.
First, A secret that intensified an already volatile relationship.
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