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Name:
Paramedic Doug McGuire
DOB:
10/09/1985
Current Address:
13 Rosewood Ave, Oxnard, Saratoga
Job/Title:
Paramedic
Previous Residences (including hometown):
Summit, New Jersey (1985-2006)
Elizabeth, New Jersey (2006-2012)
Fort Shannon, Saratoga (2012-2017)
Brick, New Jersey (2017-2020)
Oxnard, Saratoga (2020-Present)
Height: 6’1
Weight: 225
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Distinguishing Features: Half Sleeve Tattoo, Left Arm (Appropriately covered by uniform shirts)
Family:
Nicole McGuire - Wife. Oxnard, Saratoga
Jeff McGuire - Brother. Linden, New Jersey
Greg McGuire - Brother. Temecula, California
Biography:
Doug McGuire was born October 9, 1985 in Summit, New Jersey where was also raised aside from a short stint in Bermuda in the late 90's when his family moved there for his father's job. Doug's interest in emergency services began at a young age when his grandfather would bring him to his volunteer firehouse to see the fire trucks. In 2001 he was a Sophomore in high school when the attacks on 9/11 occurred - the attacks in New York City happening so close to home, it solidified his desire to enter the field of emergency services. Doug joined his local first aid squad and became an Emergency Medical Technician in 2002. In 2004 he graduated high school and went on to New Jersey City University (NJCU) pursuing a bachelor's degree in Fire Science with a minor in Urban Studies; he graduated NJCU in 2008.
In 2006, while attending NJCU, he was hired by the Elizabeth Police Department Ambulance Service Bureau, working as an EMT in the City of Elizabeth per-diem for four years until 2010. From 2008 to 2010, Doug attended Jersey City Medical Center's paramedic program, and worked as a paramedic for Jersey City Medical Center until 2012. From 2010 to 2011 Doug also served with the New Jersey EMS Task Force specializing in the Logistics Section; Doug served on the task force for Hurricane Irene, one of the most severe weather events to strike New Jersey at the time and was instrumental in the deployment of FEMA contract ambulances from around the country throughout the state.
In 2012 Doug moved to Fort Shannon to take on the role of Training Lieutenant of EMS for Shiloh County ERT, eventually being appointed to Chief of EMS. In 2017, Doug returned to New Jersey to accept a position at MONOC as Regional Director of Northern MICU Operations. Doug worked at MONOC through its' closure on April 1, 2020, prompting his return to work at Shiloh County ERT
Employment history:
Elizabeth Police Department, Ambulance Service Bureau, Per Diem EMT (2006-2010)
Jersey City Medical Center, EMS, EMT/Paramedic Student (2008-2010)
Jersey City Medical Center, EMS, Full Time Paramedic (2010-2012)
New Jersey EMS Task Force, Logistics Section, Logistics Specialist (2011-2012)
Shiloh County Emergency Response Team, Fire Department, Chief of EMS (2012-2017)
Monmouth Ocean Hospital Service (MONOC), Northern Operations, Regional Director of Northern MICU (2017-2020)
Shiloh County Emergency Response Team, Fire Department, Paramedic (2020-Present) -
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'That was evil. Evil. But Necessary. I saw something on the food network a while back. What's that shit that jersey diners do. With the fries and gravy?'
'Oh disco fries, hell yeah. Haven't had those in years now'
*As we approach the patient the new guy starts compressions over the patient's shirt before having to be reminded to expose the chest, 'great start' I think to myself. He grabs shears from his batman belt and exposes it. I go to the patients head and pull the airway kit over to me as Alyssa grabs the monitor when we're advised by the bystanders that the downtime is at least 15 minutes, likely more. I pull out a basic oral airway to start; I measure it then go to open the airway, finding that the jaw is already becoming rigid. I glance at the monitor after the pads are on to confirm what we already know - asystole*
'Shocking,' I say to Alyssa, 'Jaw's stiff as well'
*I say that as one of the bystanders clutches his chest and drops to the floor. 'Well that was dramatic' I think to myself, but decide to keep that comment in this time. As my new guy just as dramatically jumps from our original patient to this new one, I step over to the new one; he's now sprawled out on the ground breathing abnormally, more than likely becoming agonal shortly*
'SIR,' *I shout as I give a deep, painful sternum rub before checking for a carotid pulse*
'For fucks sake' *I say under my breath - I wasn't expecting to actually have to do work here today*
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'Well, I guess he wants to help. We can't blame him, he's probably scared and we're going to be his rescuers!'
'He can help by staying out of our way'
*I'm pulling to a stop in front of the theater, I glance in my mirror seeing Alyssa pull up behind us when I hear the sound of our radio's talk permit tone, I shoot a look over to my new guy and see him with the radio up to his mouth*
'Oh Jesus Christ' I say as he's speaking into the radio
*I take a deep breath as he finishes speaking as in a fluid motion I hit the ignition override switch, remove the keys, and open my door to get out*
'Same goes for the radio bud. Driver touches it.'
*I walk around to the rear doors and open them up as Alyssa and my new guy are putting things on the stretcher. As I'm about to answer Alyssa's question, a bystander yells out*
'Hey, hey over here! He's in here!'
'Yeah alright' I say back in a dismissive tone
*I glance at the stretcher seeing all of our equipment now on it. I release the stretcher from it's lock and start to pull it out as I glance up at Alyssa*
'You're goddamn right we're pronouncing,' I say nodding in the direction of my new guy and rolling my eyes, knowing of all people she can pick up what I'm putting down, 'And uh yeah food, what were you thinking? I think I need a greasy ass plate of diner food to soak up the last of the bourbon in me'
*I pull the stretcher out completely, release it from the back, and shut the doors. The three of us begin to approach the theater as the excited helpers keep waving us in. I decide to mess a little with my new guy*
'Hey, bud, get in there!' I say, sarcastically matching his excitement on the way here, 'We have a life to save, we're heroes. Run ahead and see what we got! The quicker we realize we're not working him, the quicker we can eat'
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'We must have a big call on this one if they're sending the station officer!'
'LT's always good about giving a hand. One of the best bosses you'll ever have, don't forget'
'Let's see. It's a 55 year old male, no known cardiac history, witnessed arrest, they're doing CPR. Thank god for that! We'll probably be able to save this guy!'
*'That's cute,' I think to myself, 'The optimism is adorable.'*
'Yeah I don't know, we'll see... They're doing CPR but who knows how effective the laypersons' CPR actually is'
*I'm driving quietly down the road, scanning ahead noting no hazards for my response - no need for the sirens at this moment. I'm in a bit of a hungover daze, yet focused, when suddenly I'm started out of it when the sirens come on. I glance around confused for a moment when I look down at my new guy with his hand on the siren. I roll my eyes and shift my focus back to the road, then hit the horn on the steering wheel twice quickly to turn the siren off*
'Driver operates the sirens bud, hands off'
*There's a red light as I'm approaching the block the theater is on. I slow down and flip the siren on for a moment just until I have all drivers' attention and confirm oncoming traffic is stopped. Once confirmed, I shut the siren off and slowly accelerate as we approach the theater. I see somebody stepping into the street and excitedly waving at us as we come down the block*
'Oh no shit, we're going to the theater that you called from? Get the fuck back on the sidewalk... We're going as fast as we want'
*I say as I start slowing to come to a stop in front of the theater*
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*I’m sitting at the table with arms folded on it, head resting on arms and still pounding, but slightly less as the Advil kicks in. I sigh as the tones sound and hold my breath waiting to hear the units. I let out a defeated ‘FUCK’ as I hear M2 be assigned, and a more defeated, even louder ‘Mother Fucker’ as I hear the words Cardiac Arrest; at the same time i hear that, I hear feet pounding elsewhere in the building as if somebody is sprinting. ‘The fuck?’ I think to myself for a moment, before realizing I don’t have energy to care. I stand and slowly collect my belongings surrounding me - phone, Gatorade, coffee… ‘Hmm, this could be topped off’ i think to myself. I stop by the coffee maker to top off my mug as I hear Alyssa sign on - always a welcome set of hands on any job. I take a swig of coffee as I walk out to the bay; I glance at the new guy standing by M2 staring at me as if he’s been waiting on me. I look past him to Alyssa, knowing she’s in a similar position that I am today; I decide to try to lighten the mood in a way we’ll both understand*
’This motherfucker wants to drop dead today, and now it’s our problem? Un-fucking-real.’ I shout out, hoping Alyssa hears as she gets into her truck
*I smile and glance back at my new guy to try and gauge his reaction to that as I head towards the drivers seat. I assume I don’t know where he’s going, and I have to give him some credit where it’s due not being so quick to get behind the wheel without a sense of direction. I step into the seat, simultaneously starting the truck. Once my new guy is in, I slide my sunglasses down my head over my eyes as I shift into drive and start to roll out onto the apron as I cycle through the presets on the radio to find some good music to respond to*
”Medic 2 responding”
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*Prior to entering the building, I pop a few Advil in my car in the parking lot and wash it down with some Gatorade before resting my forehead on the top of my steering wheel for a few seconds. I yawn and sit back up right, glance at the clock, and decide it's about time to head in. I step out and collect my backpack, oversized iced coffee, and gatorade and slowly walk inside. 'One more glass of bourbon is never a good choice.' I think to myself. I never think there's any harm in one more glass, until I inevitably say 'One more' at least 3 more times and before I know it I'm finishing my fifth glass; great decision at the time, not so much the next morning. I approach the duty room door and step in*
'Good morning, good morning' My groggy voice says to the room and no-one in particular
*I take a seat in an empty set of chairs and take another swig of Gatorade before leaning back and closing my eyes to await assignments*
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'I went there St. Pattys day a few years ago. I remember walking and then waking up in my car in a CVS parking lot covered in puke. I think I had a good time.'
'Good time? Sounds like a great time... Sounds like most of my nights there. We should go close that place some Friday or Saturday night sometime.'
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'I kind of want to splurge. Know any places to get a Ruben? My Irish senses are tingling'
*My eyes light up, I haven't had a good Ruben in a long time. I also can't immediately recall if I've had one around here lately*
'I like the way you think'
*I run through some local spots in my head trying to think of any good pubs around here when I remember O'Flaherty's; I've only ever drank there, with the exception of maybe picking at some drunk bar food type appetizers*
'Ever been to O'Flaherty's? I've only drank there but they've gotta have a good Ruben.'
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*I step into the passenger seat a few seconds after Alyssa; she asks if I'm ready for the burn*
'Oh yeah, ecstatic.'
*I open up a new chart as dispatch updates with the additional callers reporting a burn victim but unknown if there's any entrapment*
'This guy better have been trapped at some point to have gotten burned, don't wanna hear that he was burned trying to save some shit from his car or something'
*I fill out what I can on the chart so far - dispatch and responding times, location, nature, etc. I shut the laptop and enjoy the rest of the ride when I've filled out what I can on it*
'Guess this guy's never played Grand Theft Auto... Burning cars explode after like 4 seconds, you run away from them not toward them.'
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*I head out to the bay for a quick truck check. I start in the cab, turning the key a few clicks to check the fuel - full. I observe all the lights on the instrument cluster to make sure no unusual warning lights stay on with the exception of the check engine light - every ambulance ever always has a check engine light on no matter its age or condition. I turn the key back off, log into the charting computer, then hop out. I open each exterior compartment for a few seconds quickly scanning over the equipment. I step inside and do a quick once over of the interior cabinets, each bag, and make sure the monitor works. Satisfied with my check, I step out and notice Alyssa out in the smokers spot. I walk out to her and lean up against the wall taking in the morning Spring weather when Alyssa asks the most important question of the day - what we're doing for food*
'That's a good question'
*I say running through some of my usual food spots in my head; nothing in particular jumping out to me at the moment*
'You feeling like being fatasses today with some fast food or more like hittin' a good local spot?'
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*Hearing I'll be with Alyssa for the shift, I breath a sigh of relief knowing I'll be with a familiar senior face for the shift. She asks if I'd like to tech or drive for the shift*
'You drive LT - you earned the rank. I was dumb enough leave and give mine up for the death of MONOC.'
Topics I Participated In
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Heart Attack
Started by C. Aylward ·
MEDIC 2 CARDIAC ARREST, FOURTH STREET, LYONS AVE - Saratoga Theatre. 09h51. ~55 Male unconscious, CPR in progress.
Popping into the comm centre to cover off a break, I take a call almost as soon as I sit at the desk.
"911, where is your emergency?"
"Saratoga Theatre. We're doing CPR."
"Okay sir, tell me exactly what happened."
"We were practicing for a play and George just collapsed, he's not breathing, so we started CPR, but we can't find the AED."
"Okay, how old is george?"
"He's. Maybe like 55?"
I start going through the EMD questions as the CAD recommends M2 and tones them out.
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Vehicle Fire
Started by A. Tai ·
ENGINE 1, MEDIC 1 - VEHICLE FIRE FORT SHANNON PUBLIC LIBRARY. INJURIES. TIME OUT 10:41
'911, Where is your emergency?'
'THE LIBRARY!'
'What library?' I say, checking the ALI.
'Fort Shannon! My Car is on fire!'
'Okay, is anyone hurt?'
'No, it's just me, I'm out and fine.'
'Okay, do you-'
'Shit my laptop!'
'Sir!, Sir, do not go back in the car'
The line stays open and I hear screaming on the other end. Fuck, this is a medical now.
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2020 Emergency Response Team Christmas Party
Started by Alpha ·
The annual ERT Christmas banquet is here! This banquet is limited to uniformed members of the ERT, SCFD, and SCSD. Members are permitted to bring a plus one of their choice. The banquet is held in a downtown Fort Shannon hotel. Rooms are available at a discounted rate for banquet attendees. The hotel has an open bar for the event. During the banquet, end of year awards will be handed out. Following the banquet, there is a live band and a dance floor. Attire is Class A or black tie civilian wear.
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EDP Grampa
Started by M. Price ·
((Time: 15:47, sunny, 59*F))
'911, where's your emergency?'
'The WW2 Monument in Harbor Park'
'What's your emergency?'
'My 96 year old Grandpa is off his meds, we took him to the monument here and next thing we know he's taking some kid's toy gun and wading out into the pool. Now he's calling all of us nazi bastards and trying to taunt us to come at him like we did in Bastogne and Normandy.'
'Alright, stay on the line as I send help.'
*Muting the call I contact the Sheriff's Department*
"County to Sheriff, 2 units need at the WW2 Monument in Harbor Park for an Elderly male having WW2 flashbacks"
"County to EMS, next unit available due to the WW2 Monument in Harbor Park. Elderly male off his meds."
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Propane Site Explosion
Started by A. Tai ·
(Time: 21:00, Weather: A cool 60°F. The full moon illuminates your surroundings and If you look up to the skies you can see the stars. Slight breeze)
ENGINE, SQUAD, MEDIC, SHERIFF, Explosion in the area of Bay Street, South 10th Street, Fort Shannon. CAUTION Propane bulk storage at this address.
*As everything is starting to calm down from the explosion earlier, my 911 line rings.*
'911, what is your emergency?'
'The was just this huge boom, like an explosion, I think it was those tanks by the docks?'
'Okay sir, where are you calling from?'
'I'm around South 10th, It was from Bay Street side, definitely.'
'Do you see any smoke, any fire?'
'I don't know, it's kind of dark.'
'Okay, stay away from the area, I'll send the fire department and sheriffs deputies to check it out.'
*Disconnecting from the phone, I hit tone out for the fire department. First due units are from Station 1. Must have station 2 on a run.*
ENGINE, SQUAD, MEDIC, SHERIFF, Explosion in the area of Bay Street, South 10th Street, Fort Shannon. CAUTION Propane bulk storage at this address. AGAIN Explosion in the area of Bay Street, South 10th Street, Fort Shannon. CAUTION Propane bulk storage at this address.
*While the toner reads out and the crews assemble, I key the radio for sheriff units.*
"All units, all units, possible explosion in Fort Shannon, area of Bay and South 10th. No visible flames at this time, trying to confirm more details. Propane storage facility at this location."
*I flick through the location notes while waiting for the response calls from our trucks. Propane tanks, and a lot of them. Big ones too. Juicy bombing target. Also noted for daily venting every evening. That could cause a bang, especially if there's an accident. Nothing nefarious, but definitely scary. As the first units call their response times.*
"10-4, be advised we have bulk propane storage at this area. Note for daily venting at this location. Approach with caution. Sheriff dispatched.
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Car on Fire
Started by M. Price ·
Sheriffs, Fire Department, EMS. Time: 10:27am. Weather mid 80s, sunny, slight breeze. Caller states ex-girlfriend set his car on fire and was hurt in the process.
'911, where's your emergency?'
'713 Thompson Road'
'What's your emergency?'
'I'm in my apartment looking at the complex's parking lot. My crazy ex is pouring something into my car's open window, that she broke, I think she's trying to set my car on fire... no wait, she succeeded.'
'So your car is on fire?'
'and she flew backwards into another parked car in the process.'
'is she okay?'
'I don't know, I'm 2 stories up in my apartment building. She's looks hurt though. She's not really moving.'
'Alright, stay on the line I'm sending help'
'What's the point, my car's already on fire.'
'Sir just, stay on the line'
*Shaking my head I mute the call and dispatch the Sheriff's, Fire, and EMS.*
"County to Fire, engine due to 713 Thompson Road in Ft. Shannon for a car set on fire."
"County to Sheriff, I need a couple of units to respond to 713 Thompson Road for a car set on fire."
"County to EMS, I need a unit to respond to 713 for a car set on fire. Person who set the car on fire is reported to be injured."
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High Speed MVA
Started by M. Price ·
ENGINE, RESCUE, MEDIC, SHERIFF UNITS, SHERIFF CI 272, VEHICLE VS POLE MVA, ONE ENTRAPMENT BAY ST/N6TH ST
Time Out: 09:32 Weather: Light, misty rain.
"911, where is your emergency?"
"Some guy just snapped a light pole off at Bay and North Sixth. He was flying pretty fast and now there's wires everywhere."
"Okay, is anyone inside?"
"The driver is out cold. No way he's sober. Probably baked out of his mind."
"Okay, we're sending help. I need everyone to stay back."
"No worries man, we're staying way the fuck back. The wires are like dancing."
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Injured Tree Climber
Started by A. Tai ·
MEDIC 5 - TIME 12:10 - Clear - Sunny
'911, where's you're emergency?'
'Harbor Park'
'Okay, where exactly in the park?'
'I don't know, I think we're near the North 3rd street entrance?'
*Great, use your fucking maps app and check before calling 911*
'What is the emergency?'
'My friend, she fell out of a tree. I think her leg is broken. She can't walk.'
'Okay, is she conscious?'
'Um, yeah, I think so.'
'Can she answer questions?'
'Oh, yes, yes.'
'Okay, why does she think her leg is broken?'
'It's black and purple and she's in a lot of pain.'
'Okay, the ambulance is on the way, but I need you to stay on the line with me to help answer some more questions'
'Okay.'
'How old is she?'
'16'
'Can she speak to me on the phone?'
'No, she's shaking her head no. She's barely able to talk to me.'
'Are you alone or can people see you?'
'I think they can see us.'
'Okay, I want you to stay with your friend, what's her name?'
'Stephanie.'
'Okay, stay with Stephanie, but if you can, get someone to run to the road and bring the paramedics back to you when they get here.'
*She acknowledges me before I hear her calling for help and talking to a man and a woman.*
'Alright, there's a woman going out to the road. Her husband is here, he says he's an EMT.'
*Oh.*
'Alright, can I speak with him?'
*I confirm the details provided, and that no blood loss, but there's obvious leg trauma, and significant pain. As medic 5 responds on the radio, alerting us of their response, I fill them in.*
"10-4 Medic 5, You're going to a 16 year old female, fall from height, obvious leg injuries, you'll be met on the road by a bystander at North 3rd Street entrance. Civilian stating they're an EMT is on scene, and confirmed status."
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Dancer Down
Started by M. Price ·
*With a bit of a yawn I glance at the clock to see that it's almost 10am. Only have a few hours left here and I can go home. Big Jim in front of me is already sleeping after Charles had just come in to yell at him for 15 minutes for, well, sleeping. The weather report said it was nice and sunny, not a cloud in the sky, as well as warm. Can't wait to leave here to experience that weather. Hearing a call come in those pleasant thoughts will have to wait.*
'911, where's your emergency?'
'Oh my god, he came in, he just...'
'Sir, where and what is your emergency?'
'Oh, uh, The Bada Bing! on the corner of South Second and East Side Drive. In Fort Shannon. Oh hell, they're bleeding a lot. It's all over the stage. All over the floor. Someone came in to our club and shot Mike, our bouncer, and then shot Crystal who was up on stage. He unloaded his gun on them both before he just left.'
'Can you give us a description of the suspect and do you know which direction he fled?'
'No idea on which way he fled but we know who did it, he's a regular here. His name is Pat O'Donnell. Fucking Irish Mick. He's as short as a leprechaun. Probably 5'5 with Red hair with a goatee.'
'Can I get a description of the clothes he was wearing?'
'Can you send us the fuzz and the ambulances already? He was wearing baggy jeans and a black hockey jersey. I don't follow hockey, I don't know what team that was. Oh, he's not armed anymore, he dropped his revolver outside when he fled. Got it in my hands right now.'
'Alright, put the revolver down, make sure no one else touches it and stay on the line, I'm dispatching the Sheriff's Department and EMS'
*Muting the call I get on the Sheriff's radio first.*
"County to Sheriff's, need units to respond to the Bada Bing on the corner of South Second and East Side Drive in Fort Shannon for a report of a shooting in a club. Suspect is wearing a black hockey jersey and baggy jeans. He is short with red-hair and a goatee. Unknown direction of travel and is believed to be unarmed."
*Getting off the Sheriff's radio I key up EMS next*
"County to EMS, need two units to respond to the corner of South Second and East Side in Fort Shannon for two people shot inside the Bada Bing"
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Bovine MVA
Started by C. Aylward ·
Time: 16:42 Weather 52F, clear
'911 what's your emergency?'
'Yeah, Betsy, she just got run down.'
'Sir, where are you located?'
'I'm on Ponderosa, by Main Street. Hurry.'
'I'm sending units right away. How old is Betsy?'
'She's 6.'
*Six? Jesus Fuck! I key for Kimberley Station and two ambulances, just in case.*
'Is she breathing?'
'I don't know, she looks like she's gonna be okay, but the car, it's pretty hard up.'
'Sir, what do you mean?'
'Like the hood is crumpled in, the passengers definitely need an ambulance.'
'Okay, I'm sending EMS. How many people are hurt?'
'There's two in the front seats, I can't really talk to them, but they look like they're in a bad way.'
'Two, including Betsy? Or as well as Betsy?'
'No, she's just a cow. We don't need an ambulance for her'
*Fucking. Hill. Billies.*
*I finish collecting information and update the call, this is not a human, it's a frigging bovine MVA.*
ENGINE, RESCUE, MEDIC, MEDIC, BOVINE MVA, MAIN STREET/PONDEROSA DRIVE.
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