"‘THAT’S STUPID!’—FOX NEWS ANCHOR JULIE BANDERAS SHOCKS AUDIENCE WITH BLUNT MARRIAGE CONFESSION, LEAVES STUDIO IN CHAOS!" In a shocking and unscripted moment on live TV, Fox News anchor Julie Banderas caused complete chaos in the studio with a blunt marriage confession that stunned both her colleagues and the audience. As the conversation took an unexpected turn, Banderas fired back with a sharp “That’s stupid,” revealing far more about her personal life than anyone anticipated. What triggered this explosive response, and what does it reveal about the pressures Banderas faces behind the scenes? Fans and critics alike are left questioning what lies beneath her poised on-air persona. The explosive details of her unexpected confession are unfolding now—don’t miss out on the full story below 👇

SHOCKING FOX NEWS MOMENT: Julie Banderas Drops Bombshell Divorce Announcement, Leaves Studio in Chaos

In an unexpected and raw moment on Gutfeld!, Fox News anchor Julie Banderas stunned her colleagues and viewers alike by openly revealing that she is going through a divorce. What was supposed to be a light-hearted conversation about Valentine’s Day quickly escalated into a jaw-dropping confession, leaving the studio in chaos.

As the February 9 episode aired, host Greg Gutfeld asked Banderas if she was looking forward to Valentine’s Day. With a bluntness that shocked the audience, Banderas responded, “Fck Valentine’s Day. Yeah, it’s stupid. I mean, even when I was married I didn’t get sht for Valentine’s Day.” The real bombshell came next: “Well, I’m getting a divorce, I’m going to go ahead and say it right here for the very first time. Thank you, everyone. Congratulations are in order. If you know me, you’d clap.”

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Her candidness was met with a stunned silence before applause, and Banderas, who has worked at Fox News since 2005, seemed almost relieved as she made the announcement. In her usual no-nonsense style, she assured everyone that the end of her marriage was a positive step, laughing at the situation as she continued to deflect any serious tension with humor.

Banderas had been married to Andrew Sansone since 2009, and while the divorce announcement came as a surprise, she emphasized that Valentine’s Day had never been an important day for them, joking about not receiving anything for the occasion in past years. Her sarcasm and irreverent attitude added to the shock value of the moment.

Before the broadcast, Banderas had teased the news on Twitter, hinting at a big announcement, but nothing could have prepared the viewers for the bluntness of the revelation. The divorce news wasn’t just personal—it became a cultural moment, with many comparing it to the unexpected outbursts of other famous media figures. Despite the seriousness of the news, Banderas’ humor remained intact, and her ability to keep the situation lighthearted drew both sympathy and applause.

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For Banderas, the divorce might have been difficult, but her no-holds-barred approach to addressing it in public was undeniably bold and unfiltered. In a world where personal moments are often shielded from the public eye, her decision to share her reality was both shocking and empowering.

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As Banderas continues to share her unique brand of humor with viewers, it’s clear that this unanticipated moment will be remembered as one of the most unpredictable and raw confessions in recent media history. What’s next for her at Fox News remains uncertain, but her candidness has certainly set her apart in a world that often values composure over vulnerability.

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70-Year-Old Stranger Came to My Dad’s Funeral Dressed as a Bride === At her father’s funeral, Emma expected to say goodbye. Instead, a mysterious woman in a wedding dress stepped forward and revealed a love story frozen in time. There’s a strange numbness that settles in when you’ve been grieving too long. By the time we got to the church, I couldn’t cry anymore. I’d spent a week doing just that, crying in the shower, crying over coffee, and crying into my mother’s shoulder. But at the funeral, standing in the hush of polished wood and lilies, I just… floated. My name is Emma. Thomas was my father and on the day we laid him to rest, something extraordinary happened. At first, everything was the way it was supposed to be. The organ played gently. The priest murmured something kind. My mother, Margaret, sat beside me, composed but pale, her hands folded tightly in her lap. We were mid-service, deep in silent prayer, when the doors opened. And in she came. A woman, older, maybe 70, maybe more, walked slowly down the aisle. She wore a white wedding dress. Not a costume. Not a veil-and-tulle fairytale. It was sleek. Modest. Laced sleeves, high collar, and delicate gloves. Her hair was pinned neatly in a bun and her face, though aged, glowed with something between sorrow and certainty. At first, I thought she must be lost. Then I looked at my mother. Her face had drained of all color. The woman walked straight to my father’s casket. She placed her hand, gloved and trembling, on the dark wood. And then she whispered something. “You finally got to see me in white, Thomas.” I gasped quickly, almost choking on the air. Gasps echoed in the room. Whispers. Then she turned. Her voice shook as she spoke but her words were clear. “No, I’m not crazy. And yes, I know exactly how I look. But if it’s alright… I’d like to tell you a story.” No one moved an inch. She stood by the casket, holding a bouquet of lilies and took a deep breath. “Fifty years ago,” she said softly. “I fell in love with a boy named Thomas at our high school prom. I was 17. He was 18. He wore a blue tie that clashed with his suit and he danced like he didn’t care what anyone thought.” A soft laugh slipped through her sadness. “That night, he told me, ‘One day, I’ll see you in a wedding dress, Julia. Maybe not tomorrow, but someday…’ And I believed him.” She paused. “We were young. Full of dreams. But two weeks later, he was drafted. Vietnam. He kissed me goodbye under a streetlamp, he said he’d write every week. And he did. So did I. I poured my heart into those letters. We planned a life on paper.” Silence wrapped the room. “But one day, his letters stopped. And two weeks after that, the telegram came.” She gripped the edge of the casket. “Killed in action,” she whispered. “That’s what it said. A telegram in a plain envelope. Black ink on thin paper. I stared at it so long I stopped seeing the words… just the shape of them, like words on a page.” Her voice cracked slightly but she didn’t stop. “And just like that, the world dropped out beneath my feet. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t speak. I remember my father saying something about how proud he’d be of Thomas… and I just stared at the wall. For hours. Days.” The church was so still, I could hear the old ceiling fan tick softly above us. “I wore black for months. I didn’t cut my hair. I didn’t go to dances. I turned down every boy who tried to walk me home. I kept his letters in a shoebox under my bed and read them like scripture. Over and over. And when I turned 20, I told my mother I’d never marry. She cried harder than when we buried the telegram.” A silence stretched long and reverent. “But then… ten years later,” her eyes softened. “I was in a little grocery store in another town. Just passing through. I was reaching for a loaf of rye and there he was. Thomas.” She exhaled the name like a prayer. “Alive. Laughing. His hair was shorter, touched with gray at the edges. And he was holding a little girl’s hand.” A soft, collective intake of breath rippled through the room. “I thought I was seeing a ghost. My knees gave out. I grabbed the shelf to keep from collapsing. And I did what I’d trained myself never to do.” She smiled faintly, bitterly. “I ran.” Her hands shook slightly. “I left the store. I didn’t say a word. I got into my car and drove five miles before I had to pull over because I couldn’t see the road through the tears. My body couldn’t process it. My heart was screaming that he’s alive. But my head kept reminding me that I buried him.” She steadied herself against the casket. “But something wouldn’t let me forget. I called the military. I dug through archives. I filed every inquiry I could. I spoke to someone in a musty office with walls lined in medals and silence. And after weeks… I found the truth.” She turned to the room, her voice clearer now, stronger…. (continue reading in the 1st comment)

70-Year-Old Stranger Came to My Dad’s Funeral Dressed as a Bride — Then Unveiled a Truth We’d Never Heard Before…

My Future Brother-in-Law Poured Paint on Me Before My Wedding — Then I Made Him Regret It === Graham’s younger brother, Dylan, had always been a source of tension—disrespectful, full of himself, and constantly v.io.la.ti.ng boundaries. But what he did on the day of our wedding went so far beyond anything we could excuse. He humiliated me in front of everyone, turning what should’ve been the most beautiful moment of my life into a scene of chaos. It was the final blow—and Graham had finally had enough. When Graham and I first started seeing each other, it felt like something out of an imperfect fairy tale. Not the neat, predictable kind, but one filled with unexpected moments and emotional turns. I cried on our very first date. Not because of anything he did, but because I was late—very late—and everything that could go wrong had. I rushed into the restaurant, out of breath, flushed with embarrassment. Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to explain: the standstill traffic, the coffee that spilled all over my blouse, the shoe that snapped as I ran across the street. Graham just sat there, quiet and unsure of how to respond. We managed to get through the meal, but after that night, I didn’t hear from him. A week passed with nothing. I assumed I had scared him off with my chaotic entrance. Then fate brought us back together at a mutual friend’s party. I found the courage to tell him the truth—that I was just a naturally emotional person, maybe too much sometimes. And to my surprise, he didn’t seem put off at all. In fact, he admitted he was the same. That party was six years ago, and from that night on, we were glued to each other. I didn’t have to cry through emotional animal movies alone anymore—Graham would tear up right beside me. He was my person. And I knew, without a doubt, I was his. We didn’t waste time. After just three months of dating, we moved in together. And we stayed that way for six years—comfortable, content, in no rush. Somehow, the wedding just never got scheduled. There was always something more pressing happening—either I was going through something, or Graham was—so it kept being pushed off. But eight months ago, Graham popped the question. He planned the proposal so thoroughly that I didn’t even sense it coming, which made it all the more special. Not that I needed the ring or the ceremony to know I wanted forever with him. But of course, no relationship is perfect—and ours had one persistent problem: his family. More specifically, his younger brother, Dylan. Dylan was terrible. He was condescending, dismissive, and annoyingly smug. He always acted like he was superior to everyone else, especially Graham. There were only three years between them, but Dylan never let a moment pass without reminding Graham who the “older and wiser” brother was. I remember vividly the first time I met him. Graham took me to his parents’ house, and since Dylan still lived there—yes, as a fully grown adult—he was there too. So much for being as impressive as he thought. At first, things seemed fine. Our conversations were polite, even pleasant. But then I excused myself to use the restroom, and when I stepped out, Dylan was standing just outside the door. “You bored yet?” he asked, his voice dripping with cocky amusement. I froze slightly. “No, I’m alright,” I said, keeping my tone friendly but firm. He chuckled. “Come on, let’s get out of here. Have a little fun.” I shifted my stance and stepped back just a little. “Really, I’m okay,” I replied, my gut starting to twist. He leaned in, tilting his head. “Honestly, my brother doesn’t deserve a woman like you.” “You’d have a much better time with me,” he murmured. His words were soft, but his eyes were unnervingly cold. Before I could back away, he wrapped one arm around my waist. His hand slid down, groping me. “Let me go!” I screamed, shoving him away and rushing back into the dining room, my heart thundering in my chest. Graham’s face lit up as I approached, but I forced a weak smile and held my stomach. “I’m not feeling well. Can we head out?” He stood up immediately. “Of course.” His parents looked concerned as we said goodbye. “It was so nice meeting you, Elise,” his mother said gently. Once we got in the car, Graham turned to me, worry written all over his face. “Did you eat something that made you sick?” I inhaled slowly. “Dylan made a move on me,” I said. Graham’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “What? That jerk—” His jaw clenched. “I’m going to talk to him.” Graham confronted Dylan, but Dylan just laughed it off, saying he was “just testing me” like any protective older brother would. As if touching me like that could ever be justified. I didn’t believe him for a second, but Graham didn’t press the issue further. Sometimes, I wondered if deep down, Graham was afraid of Dylan. Growing up, Dylan had tormented him, teased him, belittled him every chance he got. He’d made Graham feel small for years, and while they were never close, Graham always tried to keep things civil—probably out of habit. But eventually, Dylan’s antics became too much to ignore—even for Graham. The text messages began. Inappropriate. Gross. Unsolicited photos. Horrible, degrading things. I blocked his number instantly. When I told Graham I didn’t want Dylan anywhere near our wedding, he agreed without hesitation. But not long after that, Graham came home looking absolutely drained. He dropped onto the couch, his shoulders sagging. “What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting beside him. He rubbed his temples. “I talked to my parents. They said if Dylan’s not invited, they won’t come.” A sharp pain cut through my chest. “That’s… unfair,” I said, clenching my fists. “I know,” he muttered, staring at the floor. “The things he’s done to me… The way he’s harassed me, the disgusting things he’s sent—why doesn’t that matter to them?” My voice cracked. Graham didn’t answer. He just sat there, defeated. I sighed deeply. “Fine. We’ll invite him,” I said, my throat tight. Graham’s head snapped up. “Are you sure?” “We don’t have much of a choice. But your parents better make sure I don’t have to see him. At all.” He pulled me into a hug. “You’re amazing,” he whispered. The big day finally arrived. My heart was swelling with joy. This was it—the moment I had waited for so long. I was finally marrying the love of my life. I felt invincible. Not even Dylan could ruin this day. Or so I thought. I was in the bridal suite at the chapel, standing in front of the mirror as my bridesmaids adjusted my gown and hair. Everything was perfect. The dress, the veil, the makeup. Then came the knock. I turned with a smile, expecting the wedding planner. Instead, I was face-to-face with Dylan. “What are you doing—” I started to ask, but before I could finish, he raised a bucket and emptied its contents all over me. A cold, sticky liquid drenched my skin, my dress, and my hair. “This is for turning me down, you witch,” he snarled. I let out a scream. The overpowering smell of paint hit me first. Bright green paint ran down my arms and soaked into the white satin of my gown. “Are you insane?!” I shouted, trembling with rage and s.h.o.c.k. Dylan only laughed, eyes glinting, and calmly closed the door in my face. I collapsed into the chair, sobbing uncontrollably. My bridesmaids rushed toward me, their faces full of horror. “Oh my God,” one gasped. “Get some towels,” another cried, grabbing tissues and cloths. They tried to wipe away the paint, but it was already absorbed into the fabric. It was hopeless. Stacy, one of my bridesmaids, took me by the shoulders. “Stay here. I’ll find a white dress—anything.” She bolted out the door. I buried my face in my hands, crying harder than I ever had. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I had carefully chosen my wedding gown. I had envisioned myself walking down the aisle in it a thousand times. Now it was ruined. My hair was streaked green, paint clinging to the strands. The girls hurried to pin it up, to hide the mess under my veil. “It’s okay,” one whispered. “We’ll clean it later,” another said softly. The ceremony was already delayed. Stacy hadn’t come back yet. Time dragged painfully slow. My bridesmaids paced the room, glancing at their phones, exchanging anxious looks. Then, the door flew open. Stacy returned, breathless and red-faced, holding a surprisingly elegant white dress. “Dylan told everyone you ran away,” she said in a rush. “Graham is panicking.” My heart dropped. “HE SAID WHAT?!” Stacy nodded. “People are whispering. Graham looks like he’s about to pass out.” Something inside me snapped. I stood up, ripped off my veil, and let my green-stained hair fall down. The room fell silent. Without saying a word, I stormed toward the chapel…. (continue reading in the 1st comment)

My Future Brother-in-Law Poured Paint on Me Before My Wedding — Then I Made Him Regret It Graham’s younger brother,…

I Discovered a Pr.eg.n.a.ncy Test and a Note in My Dad’s Package, So I Spied On His Appointment. == Never in a million years did I think I’d stumble upon a positive pre..gn.ancy test inside a parcel addressed to my father. And certainly not with a flirtatious note attached, mockingly signed “love.” Was my dad cheating on my mom? Was he planning to welcome a baby behind our backs? All my life, I’d believed my parents had a love that could weather anything. They laughed at the same silly jokes, waltzed through the kitchen when they thought no one was watching, and never passed up an opportunity to remind me — and each other — just how much love filled our home. But now? Now I wasn’t sure what to believe anymore. I’d moved out of my childhood home at eighteen, full of dreams and ambition, eager to carve my path in the city. My apartment was tiny. There was just enough space for me, a squishy, sunken couch, and a kitchenette barely wide enough for two people to stand side by side. But it was mine, and I took pride in every square inch. Between juggling my job and college courses, I could barely catch my breath — let alone make a trip out to the suburbs to visit my parents. Of course, we kept in touch, but it had been months since I’d seen them in person. That’s why, when my phone rang that afternoon and my dad’s name popped up, I instantly smiled and picked up. “Well, if it isn’t my long-lost father,” I teased. “Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted, his voice warm. “Guess what? I’m heading into the city for work tomorrow.” “You’re kidding!” I leapt up from the couch, eyes wide. “That’s amazing! Where are you staying?” “Just a downtown hotel. Only for a couple of nights.” “Then I’m definitely coming to see you. No excuses.” He chuckled softly. “Wouldn’t dream of stopping you.” I hung up, still buzzing from the surprise. Dad and I had always shared something special. He was the one who taught me how to drive, the one who cheered the loudest at every one of my plays, the one who made blueberry pancakes every single Saturday morning without fail. I couldn’t wait to see him again. The next afternoon, I made my way to his hotel, practically skipping through the lobby. When he opened the door, I threw my arms around him without hesitation. “Dad!” I squealed with excitement. “Hey there, kiddo,” he said, hugging me close. “Wow. You look wonderful.” “So do you,” I smiled, stepping back to take him in. He looked like himself — though his hair was noticeably grayer, and slightly longer since I’d last seen him. But that smile? Still exactly the same. We curled up on the hotel couch and caught up like no time had passed. He asked about my classes, my work, if I was sleeping enough and eating well. In return, I asked about Mom, the house, and our dog Buster. Everything about our conversation felt comfortable and familiar. I felt safe. Genuinely happy. That was… until someone knocked on the door. Dad had gone into the bathroom just a minute earlier. “Can you get that?” he called. “It’s probably a delivery.” I stood up and opened the door to find a delivery guy holding a small brown parcel. I signed for it and glanced at the label — it was indeed addressed to my father. “Do you want me to open it?” I asked aloud. “Sure,” he replied. “Probably something from the office.” I casually peeled off the tape, half-expecting to find documents or maybe a charger or some spare part. But what I found instead stopped me cold. A pr.eg.n.a.ncy test. Positive. And next to it, a printed note. “Congratulations, darling! See you at the café at 7 p.m.” Signed with a heart, and that unbearable little word: love. I stared at the note. Then at the test. Then back again. This couldn’t be real. It just couldn’t. I reread the message, my thoughts tumbling. Was my father having an affair? Was the man I’d always trusted — always admired — sneaking around with a pr.e.g.n.a.nt mistress?. I felt bile rise in my throat. My stomach churned. My hands began to shake uncontrollably. I quickly gathered everything, stuffed it back into the box, and sealed it shut with trembling fingers. The only person I could think of was my mother. Sweet, gentle, loving Mom. She deserved to know the truth. But was it really my place to tell her? Just then, the bathroom door opened and Dad walked out, drying his hands with a towel. “What was it?” he asked casually. I forced my face into a blank expression. “Uh… just a delivery. I didn’t look inside.” He nodded and took it from me without hesitation. But inside, I was reeling. There was no way I could just sit back and let this go. I had to get to the bottom of it. I had to find out who the woman was. That very afternoon, I bundled into my coat and headed to the café mentioned in the note. My heart pounded furiously as I slipped into a corner booth. I scanned the place, looking for any sign of the mysterious sender. Could it be the blonde woman by the window? She looked about forty, alone, sipping wine. But then a man slid into the seat beside her and I looked away. I turned just in time to see someone familiar walk through the door. It was my father. He’d arrived right at 7:00 p.m. No hesitation. No nervous glances. He walked in as if he belonged, tall and relaxed, scanning the café like any normal man would. And in his hand? A bouquet of red roses. I clenched my fists under the table, my ears ringing. Roses? Really? For his mistress? My heart beat like a drum inside my chest. I gripped my coffee, bracing myself for whatever was about to unfold. I lowered my head slightly, tugging my hood up just enough to hide. I needed to see who he was meeting — but he couldn’t see me. A few minutes passed. My whole body was tense. Then the bell above the door jingled. A woman walked in. And I froze…. (continue reading in the 1st comment)

I Discovered a Pr.eg.n.a.ncy Test and a Note in My Dad’s Package, So I Spied On His Appointment. Never in…

A Random DNA Test Revealed My Twin Sons Aren’t Mine— And the Truth Tore My Whole Life Apart === Caleb sat in the waiting room at the pediatric clinic, his gaze flicking between the brightly colored fish tank and the twin boys sitting beside him, flipping through a worn-out book. Laughter bubbled from their lips, but his nerves twisted tighter with each passing second. When Dr. Madeline Chu appeared in the doorway, her expression unreadable, Caleb stood up. “Mr. Dawson? Can I speak with you privately for a moment?” His heart skipped. Last week, his younger son, Mason, had been diagnosed with anemia, and the doctor had recommended additional testing. His other son, Logan, had no such issues. “Is something wrong?” he asked, rising, palms starting to sweat. Dr. Chu gestured toward her office. “It’s… something we need to discuss away from the boys.” Apprehension coiled in Caleb’s chest as he followed her. Inside, she motioned for him to sit before taking her own seat behind the desk. “You and your wife, Avery—both of you have blood type B, correct?” “Yes,” Caleb replied slowly. Dr. Chu folded her hands. “Both Logan and Mason are blood type A. That in itself is rare, but not unheard of. However, given the severity of Mason’s anemia, we conducted a more in-depth analysis—part of a broader panel.” Caleb leaned forward. “What are you saying?” Dr. Chu opened a file on her desk and pushed it toward him. “I took the liberty of ordering a DNA test to ensure there were no underlying genetic issues. I realize I should have asked for your consent first, and I apologize, but I believed it was critical for medical accuracy.” With trembling hands, Caleb opened the folder. The top sheet read: “DNA analysis confirms that the children do not share a paternal genetic match with Caleb Dawson.” His throat closed up. Dr. Chu continued, gently but firmly. “There’s more. The DNA indicates that both boys share the same father… but that father is not you. It’s someone else in your immediate family…” The words made the room spin. Caleb sat there, stunned, the paper slipping from his fingers. Later that afternoon, Caleb returned home, walking in just as the twins were racing to the living room. “Grandpa’s here!” Mason called, delighted. From the kitchen came the unmistakable voice of his father, Walter. “There’s my favorite duo!” Caleb’s jaw clenched. Avery glanced up from the stove. “You’re home early,” she said, her voice light but curious. “We need to talk. All of us,” he said, his voice flat…. (continue reading in the 1st comment)

A Random DNA Test Revealed My Twin Sons Aren’t Mine, but My Father’s — And the Truth Tore My Whole…

“SHOCKING SHOWDOWN: KAROLINE LEAVITT SLAMS RACHEL MADDOW—‘HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID?’ THE EXPLOSIVE MOMENT THAT LEFT VIEWERS IN DISBELIEF!” In a fiery exchange that caught everyone off guard, Karoline Leavitt went head-to-head with Rachel Maddow, delivering a brutal remark that left the entire audience stunned: “How could you be so stupid?” What started as a seemingly typical interview quickly erupted into a heated confrontation, with Leavitt fiercely challenging Maddow’s views in a way that no one saw coming. Her sharp words immediately sparked an intense debate, leaving both fans and critics divided over the shocking moment. How did Leavitt provoke such a charged response, and how did Maddow react in the face of such an aggressive challenge? The tension in the studio was palpable, and the fallout from this explosive exchange is just beginning. The full, jaw-dropping story is unfolding now—don’t miss out on the full details of this unforgettable clash below 👇

SHOCKING SHOWDOWN: Karoline Leavitt’s “How Could You Be So Stupid?” Ignites a Media Firestorm with Rachel Maddow In what can…

“‘DON’T DRAG MY HUSBAND INTO THIS, HOSTIN, OR YOU’LL REGRET IT!’—HARRIS FAULKNER’S SHOCKING OUTBURST ON THE VIEW LEAVES AUDIENCE STUNNED!” In a jaw-dropping, live television moment, Harris Faulkner erupted at Sunny Hostin with a fiery warning: “Don’t drag my husband into this, Hostin, or you’ll regret it!” The heated confrontation between the two co-hosts of The View left the studio in shock, causing the show to come to an abrupt halt. The unexpected exchange quickly escalated, raising questions about what triggered such a personal and intense reaction from Faulkner. What sparked this explosive clash, and why did it spiral out of control so rapidly? As the drama unfolded before the eyes of millions of viewers, insiders and fans alike are left wondering what really happened behind the scenes. Will this moment have lasting consequences for the show, and what’s next for Faulkner and Hostin?

Harris Faulkner Reflects on 2018 The View Clash: A Moment That Changed Her Career and the Future of Daytime TV Harris Faulkner,…

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