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Jack Reacher: A Wanted Man. Der Anhalter, englische Ausgabe - A Jack Reacher Novel (2013)
EN PB NWISBN: 9780553840957 bzw. 0553840959, in Englisch, Dell Random House US, Taschenbuch, neu.
Lieferung aus: Deutschland, zzgl. Versandkosten.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, Syndikat Buchdienst, [4235284].
KURZE BESCHREIBUNG/ANMERKUNGEN: Reacher is back with a pulse-pounding, read-it-in-one-sitting masterpiece of unrelenting suspense. AUSFÜHRLICHERE BESCHREIBUNG: "The indomitable Reacher burns up the pages."- USA Today Four people in a car, hoping to make Chicago by morning. One man driving, another telling stories that don't add up. A woman in the back, silent and worried. And a hitchhiker with a broken nose. An hour behind them, the FBI descends on an old pumping station where a man was stabbed to death-the knife work professional, the killers nowhere to be seen. All Jack Reacher wanted was a ride to Virginia. All he did was stick out his thumb. But he soon discovers he has hitched more than a ride. He has tied himself to a massive conspiracy, in which nothing is what it seems, and nobody is telling the truth. "Furious action . . . [Lee] Child keeps the pacing swift and the surprises rolling. . . . [A] feverishly thrilling series." -The Miami Herald "Smart, breathless . . . [with] one of the best female characters in the whole Reacher series."- The New York Times "Subtle and nuanced [with] seductive writing and irresistible plot twists." -Newsweek BUCHBESPRECHUNG: "The indomitable Reacher burns up the pages."- USA Today "Furious action . . . [Lee] Child keeps the pacing swift and the surprises rolling. . . . [A] feverishly thrilling series." -The Miami Herald "Smart, breathless . . . [with] one of the best female characters in the whole Reacher series."- The New York Times "Subtle and nuanced [with] seductive writing and irresistible plot twists." -Newsweek AUSZUG AUS DEM BUCH: Chapter 1 The eyewitness said he didn't actually see it happen. But how else could it have gone down? Not long after midnight a man in a green winter coat had gone into a small concrete bunker through its only door. Two men in black suits had followed him in. There had been a short pause. The two men in the black suits had come out again. The man in the green winter coat had not come out again. The two men in the black suits had walked thirty brisk feet and climbed into a bright red car. Fire-engine red, the eyewitness called it. Vivid red. Fairly new. A regular four-door sedan, the eyewitness thought. Or maybe a five-door. Or a three-door. But definitely not a two-door coupe. A Toyota, the eyewitness thought. Or maybe a Honda. Or a Hyundai. Maybe a Kia. But whichever, the two men in the black suits had driven away in it. There was still no sign of the man in the green winter coat. Then blood had pooled out from under the concrete bunker's door. The eyewitness had called 911. The county sheriff had shown up and gotten the story. He was good at hustling folk along while looking patient. It was one of his many talents. Eventually the eyewitness had finished up. Then the county sheriff had thought for a long moment. He was in a part of the nation where in every direction there were hundreds of square miles of emptiness just over the dark horizon. Where roads were long lonely ribbons. He was in roadblock country. So he had called the highway patrol, and then he had ordered up the helicopter from the state capital. He had put out an urgent APB on a bright red import carrying two men in black suits. Jack Reacher rode for ninety miles and ninety minutes with a woman in a dirty gray van, and then he saw bright vapor lights up ahead at the highway cloverleaf, with big green signs pointing west and east. The woman slowed the van, and stopped, and Reacher got out and thanked her and waved her away. She used the first ramp, west toward Denver and Salt Lake City, and he walked under the bridge and set up on the eastbound ramp, one foot on the shoulder and one in the traffic lane, and he stuck out his thumb and smiled and tried to look friendly. Which was not easy. Reacher was a big man, six feet five inches tall, heavily built, and that night as always he looked a little ragged and unkempt. Lonely drivers wanted pleasant and unthreatening company, and Reacher knew from long experience that visually he was no one's first choice of companion. Too intimidating. And right then he was further handicapped by a freshly broken nose. He had patched the injury with a length of silver duct tape, which he knew must make him look even more grotesque. He knew the tape must be shining and glittering in the yellow light. But he felt the tape was helping him medically, so he decided to keep it in place for the first hour. If he didn't get a ride inside sixty minutes, he would consider peeling it off. He didn't get a ride inside sixty minutes. Traffic was light. Nebraska, at night, in the wintertime. The cloverleaf he was at was the only significant interchange for miles around, but even so whole minutes passed with no action at all. Up on the bridge the through traffic was fairly steady, but few people seemed keen to join it. In the first hour only forty vehicles showed up to turn east. Cars, trucks, SUVs, different makes, different models, different colors. Thirty of them blew past without even slowing. Ten drivers checked him out and then looked away and accelerated onward. Not unusual. Hitchhiking had been getting harder for years. Time to shorten the odds. He turned away and used a splintered thumbnail to pick at the edge of the duct tape on his face. He got half an inch of it loose and gripped that makeshift tab between the pad of his thumb and his forefinger. Two schools of thought. One went for the fast rip. The other advocated a slow peel, Taschenbuch / Paperback, Neuware, H: 175mm, B: 114mm, T: 25mm, 270g.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, Syndikat Buchdienst, [4235284].
KURZE BESCHREIBUNG/ANMERKUNGEN: Reacher is back with a pulse-pounding, read-it-in-one-sitting masterpiece of unrelenting suspense. AUSFÜHRLICHERE BESCHREIBUNG: "The indomitable Reacher burns up the pages."- USA Today Four people in a car, hoping to make Chicago by morning. One man driving, another telling stories that don't add up. A woman in the back, silent and worried. And a hitchhiker with a broken nose. An hour behind them, the FBI descends on an old pumping station where a man was stabbed to death-the knife work professional, the killers nowhere to be seen. All Jack Reacher wanted was a ride to Virginia. All he did was stick out his thumb. But he soon discovers he has hitched more than a ride. He has tied himself to a massive conspiracy, in which nothing is what it seems, and nobody is telling the truth. "Furious action . . . [Lee] Child keeps the pacing swift and the surprises rolling. . . . [A] feverishly thrilling series." -The Miami Herald "Smart, breathless . . . [with] one of the best female characters in the whole Reacher series."- The New York Times "Subtle and nuanced [with] seductive writing and irresistible plot twists." -Newsweek BUCHBESPRECHUNG: "The indomitable Reacher burns up the pages."- USA Today "Furious action . . . [Lee] Child keeps the pacing swift and the surprises rolling. . . . [A] feverishly thrilling series." -The Miami Herald "Smart, breathless . . . [with] one of the best female characters in the whole Reacher series."- The New York Times "Subtle and nuanced [with] seductive writing and irresistible plot twists." -Newsweek AUSZUG AUS DEM BUCH: Chapter 1 The eyewitness said he didn't actually see it happen. But how else could it have gone down? Not long after midnight a man in a green winter coat had gone into a small concrete bunker through its only door. Two men in black suits had followed him in. There had been a short pause. The two men in the black suits had come out again. The man in the green winter coat had not come out again. The two men in the black suits had walked thirty brisk feet and climbed into a bright red car. Fire-engine red, the eyewitness called it. Vivid red. Fairly new. A regular four-door sedan, the eyewitness thought. Or maybe a five-door. Or a three-door. But definitely not a two-door coupe. A Toyota, the eyewitness thought. Or maybe a Honda. Or a Hyundai. Maybe a Kia. But whichever, the two men in the black suits had driven away in it. There was still no sign of the man in the green winter coat. Then blood had pooled out from under the concrete bunker's door. The eyewitness had called 911. The county sheriff had shown up and gotten the story. He was good at hustling folk along while looking patient. It was one of his many talents. Eventually the eyewitness had finished up. Then the county sheriff had thought for a long moment. He was in a part of the nation where in every direction there were hundreds of square miles of emptiness just over the dark horizon. Where roads were long lonely ribbons. He was in roadblock country. So he had called the highway patrol, and then he had ordered up the helicopter from the state capital. He had put out an urgent APB on a bright red import carrying two men in black suits. Jack Reacher rode for ninety miles and ninety minutes with a woman in a dirty gray van, and then he saw bright vapor lights up ahead at the highway cloverleaf, with big green signs pointing west and east. The woman slowed the van, and stopped, and Reacher got out and thanked her and waved her away. She used the first ramp, west toward Denver and Salt Lake City, and he walked under the bridge and set up on the eastbound ramp, one foot on the shoulder and one in the traffic lane, and he stuck out his thumb and smiled and tried to look friendly. Which was not easy. Reacher was a big man, six feet five inches tall, heavily built, and that night as always he looked a little ragged and unkempt. Lonely drivers wanted pleasant and unthreatening company, and Reacher knew from long experience that visually he was no one's first choice of companion. Too intimidating. And right then he was further handicapped by a freshly broken nose. He had patched the injury with a length of silver duct tape, which he knew must make him look even more grotesque. He knew the tape must be shining and glittering in the yellow light. But he felt the tape was helping him medically, so he decided to keep it in place for the first hour. If he didn't get a ride inside sixty minutes, he would consider peeling it off. He didn't get a ride inside sixty minutes. Traffic was light. Nebraska, at night, in the wintertime. The cloverleaf he was at was the only significant interchange for miles around, but even so whole minutes passed with no action at all. Up on the bridge the through traffic was fairly steady, but few people seemed keen to join it. In the first hour only forty vehicles showed up to turn east. Cars, trucks, SUVs, different makes, different models, different colors. Thirty of them blew past without even slowing. Ten drivers checked him out and then looked away and accelerated onward. Not unusual. Hitchhiking had been getting harder for years. Time to shorten the odds. He turned away and used a splintered thumbnail to pick at the edge of the duct tape on his face. He got half an inch of it loose and gripped that makeshift tab between the pad of his thumb and his forefinger. Two schools of thought. One went for the fast rip. The other advocated a slow peel, Taschenbuch / Paperback, Neuware, H: 175mm, B: 114mm, T: 25mm, 270g.
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A Wanted Man
EN PB NWISBN: 9780553840957 bzw. 0553840959, in Englisch, Bantam Books, Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, Taschenbuch, neu.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, English-Book-Service - A Fine Choice [1048135], Waldshut-Tiengen, BW, Germany.
Publisher/Verlag: Random House US | A Jack Reacher Novel | Reacher is back with a pulse-pounding, read-it-in-one-sitting masterpiece of unrelenting suspense. | "The indomitable Reacher burns up the pages." - USA Today Four people in a car, hoping to make Chicago by morning. One man driving, another telling stories that don't add up. A woman in the back, silent and worried. And a hitchhiker with a broken nose. An hour behind them, the FBI descends on an old pumping station where a man was stabbed to death - the knife work professional, the killers nowhere to be seen. All Jack Reacher wanted was a ride to Virginia. All he did was stick out his thumb. But he soon discovers he has hitched more than a ride. He has tied himself to a massive conspiracy, in which nothing is what it seems, and nobody is telling the truth. "Furious action . . . [Lee] Child keeps the pacing swift and the surprises rolling. . . . [A] feverishly thrilling series." - The Miami Herald "Smart, breathless . . . [with] one of the best female characters in the whole Reacher series." - The New York Times "Subtle and nuanced [with] seductive writing and irresistible plot twists." - Newsweek | Format: Paperback | Language/Sprache: english | 270 gr | 175x114x25 mm | 624 pp.
Publisher/Verlag: Random House US | A Jack Reacher Novel | Reacher is back with a pulse-pounding, read-it-in-one-sitting masterpiece of unrelenting suspense. | "The indomitable Reacher burns up the pages." - USA Today Four people in a car, hoping to make Chicago by morning. One man driving, another telling stories that don't add up. A woman in the back, silent and worried. And a hitchhiker with a broken nose. An hour behind them, the FBI descends on an old pumping station where a man was stabbed to death - the knife work professional, the killers nowhere to be seen. All Jack Reacher wanted was a ride to Virginia. All he did was stick out his thumb. But he soon discovers he has hitched more than a ride. He has tied himself to a massive conspiracy, in which nothing is what it seems, and nobody is telling the truth. "Furious action . . . [Lee] Child keeps the pacing swift and the surprises rolling. . . . [A] feverishly thrilling series." - The Miami Herald "Smart, breathless . . . [with] one of the best female characters in the whole Reacher series." - The New York Times "Subtle and nuanced [with] seductive writing and irresistible plot twists." - Newsweek | Format: Paperback | Language/Sprache: english | 270 gr | 175x114x25 mm | 624 pp.
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Jack Reacher: A Wanted Man. Der Anhalter, englische Ausgabe - A Jack Reacher Novel (2013)
EN PB NWISBN: 9780553840957 bzw. 0553840959, in Englisch, Dell Random House US, Taschenbuch, neu.
Lieferung aus: Deutschland, Versandkostenfrei.
Syndikat Buchdienst, [4235284].
KURZE BESCHREIBUNG/ANMERKUNGEN: Reacher is back with a pulse-pounding, read-it-in-one-sitting masterpiece of unrelenting suspense. AUSFÜHRLICHERE BESCHREIBUNG: "The indomitable Reacher burns up the pages."- USA Today Four people in a car, hoping to make Chicago by morning. One man driving, another telling stories that don't add up. A woman in the back, silent and worried. And a hitchhiker with a broken nose. An hour behind them, the FBI descends on an old pumping station where a man was stabbed to death-the knife work professional, the killers nowhere to be seen.All Jack Reacher wanted was a ride to Virginia. All he did was stick out his thumb. But he soon discovers he has hitched more than a ride. He has tied himself to a massive conspiracy, in which nothing is what it seems, and nobody is telling the truth."Furious action . . . [Lee] Child keeps the pacing swift and the surprises rolling. . . . [A] feverishly thrilling series." -The Miami Herald "Smart, breathless . . . [with] one of the best female characters in the whole Reacher series."- The New York Times "Subtle and nuanced [with] seductive writing and irresistible plot twists." -Newsweek BUCHBESPRECHUNG: "The indomitable Reacher burns up the pages."- USA Today"Furious action . . . [Lee] Child keeps the pacing swift and the surprises rolling. . . . [A] feverishly thrilling series." -The Miami Herald"Smart, breathless . . . [with] one of the best female characters in the whole Reacher series."- The New York Times"Subtle and nuanced [with] seductive writing and irresistible plot twists." -Newsweek AUSZUG AUS DEM BUCH: Chapter 1The eyewitness said he didn't actually see it happen. But how else could it have gone down? Not long after midnight a man in a green winter coat had gone into a small concrete bunker through its only door. Two men in black suits had followed him in. There had been a short pause. The two men in the black suits had come out again.The man in the green winter coat had not come out again.The two men in the black suits had walked thirty brisk feet and climbed into a bright red car. Fire-engine red, the eyewitness called it. Vivid red. Fairly new. A regular four-door sedan, the eyewitness thought. Or maybe a five-door. Or a three-door. But definitely not a two-door coupe. A Toyota, the eyewitness thought. Or maybe a Honda. Or a Hyundai. Maybe a Kia.But whichever, the two men in the black suits had driven away in it.There was still no sign of the man in the green winter coat.Then blood had pooled out from under the concrete bunker's door.The eyewitness had called 911.The county sheriff had shown up and gotten the story. He was good at hustling folk along while looking patient. It was one of his many talents. Eventually the eyewitness had finished up. Then the county sheriff had thought for a long moment. He was in a part of the nation where in every direction there were hundreds of square miles of emptiness just over the dark horizon. Where roads were long lonely ribbons.He was in roadblock country.So he had called the highway patrol, and then he had ordered up the helicopter from the state capital. He had put out an urgent APB on a bright red import carrying two men in black suits.Jack Reacher rode for ninety miles and ninety minutes with a woman in a dirty gray van, and then he saw bright vapor lights up ahead at the highway cloverleaf, with big green signs pointing west and east. The woman slowed the van, and stopped, and Reacher got out and thanked her and waved her away. She used the first ramp, west toward Denver and Salt Lake City, and he walked under the bridge and set up on the eastbound ramp, one foot on the shoulder and one in the traffic lane, and he stuck out his thumb and smiled and tried to look friendly.Which was not easy. Reacher was a big man, six feet five inches tall, heavily built, and that night as always he looked a little ragged and unkempt. Lonely drivers wanted pleasant and unthreatening company, and Reacher knew from long experience that visually he was no one's first choice of companion. Too intimidating. And right then he was further handicapped by a freshly broken nose. He had patched the injury with a length of silver duct tape, which he knew must make him look even more grotesque. He knew the tape must be shining and glittering in the yellow light. But he felt the tape was helping him medically, so he decided to keep it in place for the first hour. If he didn't get a ride inside sixty minutes, he would consider peeling it off.He didn't get a ride inside sixty minutes. Traffic was light. Nebraska, at night, in the wintertime. The cloverleaf he was at was the only significant interchange for miles around, but even so whole minutes passed with no action at all. Up on the bridge the through traffic was fairly steady, but few people seemed keen to join it. In the first hour only forty vehicles showed up to turn east. Cars, trucks, SUVs, different makes, different models, different colors. Thirty of them blew past without even slowing. Ten drivers checked him out and then looked away and accelerated onward.Not unusual. Hitchhiking had been getting harder for years.Time to shorten the odds.He turned away and used a splintered thumbnail to pick at the edge of the duct tape on his face. He got half an inch of it loose and gripped that makeshift tab between the pad of his thumb and his forefinger. Two schools of thought. One went for the fast rip. The other advocated a slow peel BIOGRAFIE Child, Lee (GB): Lee Child wurde in den englischen Midlands geboren, studierte Jura und arbeitete dann zwanzig Jahre lang beim Fernsehen, wo er u.A. so hochklassige Thrillerserien wie 'Prime Suspect' ('Heißer Verdacht') oder 'Cracker' ('Für alle Fälle Fitz') betreute. 1995 kehrte er der Fernsehwelt und England den Rücken, zog in die USA und landete bereits mit seinem ersten Jack-Reacher-Thriller einen internationalen Bestseller. Seither fesselt er seine Fans mit immer neuen atemberaubenden Reacher-Romanen. Er wurde mit mehreren hoch dotierten Preisen ausgezeichnet, u.A. mit dem 'Anthony Award', dem renommiertesten Preis für Spannungsliteratur und 2013 mit dem CWA Diamond Dagger. Taschenbuch / Paperback.
Syndikat Buchdienst, [4235284].
KURZE BESCHREIBUNG/ANMERKUNGEN: Reacher is back with a pulse-pounding, read-it-in-one-sitting masterpiece of unrelenting suspense. AUSFÜHRLICHERE BESCHREIBUNG: "The indomitable Reacher burns up the pages."- USA Today Four people in a car, hoping to make Chicago by morning. One man driving, another telling stories that don't add up. A woman in the back, silent and worried. And a hitchhiker with a broken nose. An hour behind them, the FBI descends on an old pumping station where a man was stabbed to death-the knife work professional, the killers nowhere to be seen.All Jack Reacher wanted was a ride to Virginia. All he did was stick out his thumb. But he soon discovers he has hitched more than a ride. He has tied himself to a massive conspiracy, in which nothing is what it seems, and nobody is telling the truth."Furious action . . . [Lee] Child keeps the pacing swift and the surprises rolling. . . . [A] feverishly thrilling series." -The Miami Herald "Smart, breathless . . . [with] one of the best female characters in the whole Reacher series."- The New York Times "Subtle and nuanced [with] seductive writing and irresistible plot twists." -Newsweek BUCHBESPRECHUNG: "The indomitable Reacher burns up the pages."- USA Today"Furious action . . . [Lee] Child keeps the pacing swift and the surprises rolling. . . . [A] feverishly thrilling series." -The Miami Herald"Smart, breathless . . . [with] one of the best female characters in the whole Reacher series."- The New York Times"Subtle and nuanced [with] seductive writing and irresistible plot twists." -Newsweek AUSZUG AUS DEM BUCH: Chapter 1The eyewitness said he didn't actually see it happen. But how else could it have gone down? Not long after midnight a man in a green winter coat had gone into a small concrete bunker through its only door. Two men in black suits had followed him in. There had been a short pause. The two men in the black suits had come out again.The man in the green winter coat had not come out again.The two men in the black suits had walked thirty brisk feet and climbed into a bright red car. Fire-engine red, the eyewitness called it. Vivid red. Fairly new. A regular four-door sedan, the eyewitness thought. Or maybe a five-door. Or a three-door. But definitely not a two-door coupe. A Toyota, the eyewitness thought. Or maybe a Honda. Or a Hyundai. Maybe a Kia.But whichever, the two men in the black suits had driven away in it.There was still no sign of the man in the green winter coat.Then blood had pooled out from under the concrete bunker's door.The eyewitness had called 911.The county sheriff had shown up and gotten the story. He was good at hustling folk along while looking patient. It was one of his many talents. Eventually the eyewitness had finished up. Then the county sheriff had thought for a long moment. He was in a part of the nation where in every direction there were hundreds of square miles of emptiness just over the dark horizon. Where roads were long lonely ribbons.He was in roadblock country.So he had called the highway patrol, and then he had ordered up the helicopter from the state capital. He had put out an urgent APB on a bright red import carrying two men in black suits.Jack Reacher rode for ninety miles and ninety minutes with a woman in a dirty gray van, and then he saw bright vapor lights up ahead at the highway cloverleaf, with big green signs pointing west and east. The woman slowed the van, and stopped, and Reacher got out and thanked her and waved her away. She used the first ramp, west toward Denver and Salt Lake City, and he walked under the bridge and set up on the eastbound ramp, one foot on the shoulder and one in the traffic lane, and he stuck out his thumb and smiled and tried to look friendly.Which was not easy. Reacher was a big man, six feet five inches tall, heavily built, and that night as always he looked a little ragged and unkempt. Lonely drivers wanted pleasant and unthreatening company, and Reacher knew from long experience that visually he was no one's first choice of companion. Too intimidating. And right then he was further handicapped by a freshly broken nose. He had patched the injury with a length of silver duct tape, which he knew must make him look even more grotesque. He knew the tape must be shining and glittering in the yellow light. But he felt the tape was helping him medically, so he decided to keep it in place for the first hour. If he didn't get a ride inside sixty minutes, he would consider peeling it off.He didn't get a ride inside sixty minutes. Traffic was light. Nebraska, at night, in the wintertime. The cloverleaf he was at was the only significant interchange for miles around, but even so whole minutes passed with no action at all. Up on the bridge the through traffic was fairly steady, but few people seemed keen to join it. In the first hour only forty vehicles showed up to turn east. Cars, trucks, SUVs, different makes, different models, different colors. Thirty of them blew past without even slowing. Ten drivers checked him out and then looked away and accelerated onward.Not unusual. Hitchhiking had been getting harder for years.Time to shorten the odds.He turned away and used a splintered thumbnail to pick at the edge of the duct tape on his face. He got half an inch of it loose and gripped that makeshift tab between the pad of his thumb and his forefinger. Two schools of thought. One went for the fast rip. The other advocated a slow peel BIOGRAFIE Child, Lee (GB): Lee Child wurde in den englischen Midlands geboren, studierte Jura und arbeitete dann zwanzig Jahre lang beim Fernsehen, wo er u.A. so hochklassige Thrillerserien wie 'Prime Suspect' ('Heißer Verdacht') oder 'Cracker' ('Für alle Fälle Fitz') betreute. 1995 kehrte er der Fernsehwelt und England den Rücken, zog in die USA und landete bereits mit seinem ersten Jack-Reacher-Thriller einen internationalen Bestseller. Seither fesselt er seine Fans mit immer neuen atemberaubenden Reacher-Romanen. Er wurde mit mehreren hoch dotierten Preisen ausgezeichnet, u.A. mit dem 'Anthony Award', dem renommiertesten Preis für Spannungsliteratur und 2013 mit dem CWA Diamond Dagger. Taschenbuch / Paperback.
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A Wanted Man(Chinese Edition)
EN PB USISBN: 9780553840957 bzw. 0553840959, in Englisch, Random House US, Taschenbuch, gebraucht.
Lieferung aus: Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, Versandkostenfrei.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, Hawking Books [54932187], Lake Arrowhead, CA, U.S.A.
0553840959 Good Condition. Five star seller - Ships Quickly - Buy with confidence!
Von Händler/Antiquariat, Hawking Books [54932187], Lake Arrowhead, CA, U.S.A.
0553840959 Good Condition. Five star seller - Ships Quickly - Buy with confidence!
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