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Monday, February 4, 2019

Riff-Review 9: smile.jpg

If you don’t send this riff of smile.jpg to five other people, you will die in 3 days.

First, let’s take a look at the image itself. This is “Smile.jpg”. A Siberian Husky with what I believe is a menacing human grin and a soul-boring glare. Overall: I like the picture. While not anything groundbreaking, it has a nice look to it and the dog itself is pretty well done in the way of the photoshop job. What breaks it however is the dog breed. Siberian Huskies are regarded as one of the friendliest dog breeds on the planet; loyal, defensive, and capable of getting along with people young and old.

While some may think that makes the image scarier—a normally friendly dog breed being a killer—I find it difficult to envision a big, fluffy, lovable dog breed being something that replaced an image that supposedly belonged to the Devil himself. The only way it could be more laughable is if the dog breed in the image was a Poodle. If you wanted to menacing dog breed, the author (or whoever made the image above) should’ve gone with a German Shepherd or Bulldog. As it stands, all I can imagine is the dog jumping out of the picture and opening a portal to the Iditarod.

I first met in person with Mary E. in the summer of 2007.

What, not gonna open up with a long winded explanation as to what this story’s about? Shameful.
I had arranged with her husband of fifteen years, Terence, to see her for an interview.

“I wanted to know what it was like to be married and not some lonely sap writing creepypastas.”

Mary had initially agreed, since I was not a newsman but rather an amateur writer gathering information for a few early college assignments and, if all went according to plan, some pieces of fiction.

I never would've assumed you were a news man. For starters: this is on the Creepypasta Wiki, which is up there with the likes of Wattpad in the way of quality.

We scheduled the interview for a particular weekend when I was in Chicago on unrelated business, but at the last moment Mary changed her mind and locked herself in the couple's bedroom, refusing to meet with me.

She realized what story she was in and wanted out.

For half an hour I sat with Terence as we camped outside the bedroom door, I listening and taking notes while he attempted fruitlessly to calm his wife.

“Honey, if you come out, we can be done with this story in—”

“No, Walter, this story's garbage and I was promised a decent role in a creepypasta by my agent!”

The things Mary said made little sense but fit with the pattern I was expecting: though I could not see her, I could tell from her voice that she was crying, and more often than not her objections to speaking with me centered around an incoherent diatribe on her dreams — her nightmares. Terence apologized profusely when we ceased the exercise, and I did my best to take it in stride; recall that I wasn't a reporter in search of a story, but merely a curious young man in search of information. Besides, I thought at the time, I could perhaps find another, similar case if I put my mind and resources to it.

So much was said, yet so little was needed. This is vacuous trash if I've ever seen it and we've not even gotten going with the main story. What's better is this isn't confined to just the start of the story, there are numerous paragraphs that ramble on about useless facts that could either be trimmed down to one or sentences or outright removed. Also, I recall you aren't a reporter. You said it two paragraphs before this one.

Mary E. was the sysop for a small Chicago-based Bulletin Board System in 1992 when she first encountered smile.jpg and her life changed forever.

She discovered what 15 hours of photoshop can do.

She and Terence had been married for only five months.

Then the smile nation attacked.

Mary was one of an estimated 400 people who saw the image when it was posted as a hyperlink on the BBS, though she is the only one who has spoken openly about the experience.

Wow, one out 400 people spoke up about intense nightmares after seeing the pic? Guess the other 399 didn't associate vivid nightmares involving about the dog or didn't believe in that stuff. What're the odds?

The rest have remained anonymous, or are perhaps dead.

Everyone, press F to pay respects.

In 2005, when I was only in tenth grade, smile.jpg was first brought to my attention by my burgeoning interest in web-based phenomena; Mary was the most often cited victim of what is sometimes referred to as "", the being smile.jpg is reputed to display.

Why in the frigging world is this thing called “” and not just “Smile Dog”? If you think you're being clever, you aren't. It looks stupid. Whatever, the dog's new name is Gif.

What caught my interest (other than the obvious macabre elements of the cyber-legend and my proclivity toward such things) was the sheer lack of information, usually to the point that people don't believe it even exists other than as a rumor or hoax.

Because when it comes to any sort of legend, there's always a deluge of information! Was it seriously necessary to point such an obvious fact out? Creatures like Bigfoot have been seen across the globe and in spite of thousands of sightings pictures, we know jack shit about any of them. You think a scary jpeg image of a Siberian Husky would have an encyclopedias worth of information!? It isn't the Chinese Tank Man you stupid ass. Word your nonsensical story better!

It is unique because, though the entire phenomenon centers on a picture file, that file is nowhere to be found on the internet; certainly many photomanipulated simulacra litter the web, showing up with the most frequency on sites such as the imageboard 4chan, particularly the /x/-focused paranormal subboard.

Holy crap, there’s so needless information on the damn picture here. Yes, I get it: you want to address the most obvious question related to the picture: if it’s real, why is it not on the internet? That’s understandable, but the wordy nature of this story makes me wish the author simply hadn’t bothered and just got to the meat of the story. This entire opening is dragging its legs and is killing me. I don’t care that it’s mostly found on 4chan. I wouldn’t care if it was found on the White House’s official website, MSN, or IGN. Just get to the point and scare me.

It is suspected these are fakes because they do not have the effect the true smile.jpg is believed to have, namely sudden onset temporal lobe epilepsy and acute anxiety.

Ah, I see. The above image is clearly a “fake”. That clears things up. Question: who made the fake if the real image causes such super duper bad issues? Wouldn’t they be bed ridden or something? And if they have nightmares where Gif tells them to pass it on, why would they make a fake version? Wouldn’t that just piss off Gif?

This purported reaction in the viewer is one of the reasons the phantom-like smile.jpg is regarded with such disdain, since it is patently absurd, though depending on whom you ask the reluctance to acknowledge smile.jpg's existence might be just as much out of fear as it is out of disbelief.

Once again: a lot of words that could be slashed down to a much simpler, less pretentious sentence. As it stands, this sentence reads like someone had to hand in a story for a class that reached a certain number of words, so they went with the most verbose possible tripe. I hope they got a subpar grade.

Neither smile.jpg nor is mentioned anywhere on Wikipedia, though the website features articles on such other, perhaps more scandalous shocksites as ****** (hello.jpg) or 2girls1cup; any attempt to create a page pertaining to smile.jpg is summarily deleted by any of the encyclopedia's many admins.

Probably because there's not much known on it and it amounts to little more than an urban legend.

Encounters with smile.jpg are the stuff of internet legend.

This is why it's at best a B-grade story and at worst on par with the Creepy Luna Game.

Mary E.'s story is not unique; there are unverified rumors of smile.jpg showing up in the early days of Usenet and even one persistent tale that in 2002 a hacker flooded the forums of humor and satire website Something Awful with a deluge of pictures, rendering almost half the forum's users at the time epileptic.

If your sentence ran on any more, it'd materialize as Usain Bolt.

It is also said that in the mid-to-late 90s that smile.jpg circulated on usenet and as an attachment of a chain email with the subject line "SMILE!! GOD LOVES YOU!"

If that was meant to be a pun or play on the story’s name, it’s not that clever. It’s kind of silly, though it does match up with 90s chain letter names and I think matches up with them nowadays.

Yet despite the huge exposure these stunts would generate, there are very few people who admit to having experienced any of them and no trace of the file or any link has ever been discovered.

So, not only is the existence of the “real” smile.jpg disputed, but the existence of the “fake” smile.jpg is disputed. At that point, I’d give up searching for the stupid thing and just move on with my life.

Those who claim to have seen smile.jpg often weakly joke that they were far too busy to save a copy of the picture to their hard drive.

How do you know that those people didn’t just have dry senses of humor? I have a few friends who are often very blunt or straightforward when joking and it could be seen as “weakly joking”? Heck, while I’m at it: how in the bloody world do you know this? I know it may seem like a strange thing to harp on, but this is an internet mystery. Immersion is broken when you can simply look up whether or not this kind of thing is real.

While some say, “Well, Vertigo, this is just a story!” I’d agree, but when a story tries to present itself as real, the immersion of not knowing whether or not this is true is shattered when I can simply Google “Is smile.jpg real?” When that’s doable, I’m left with a story that’s trying to tell me, “No, this is all real!” As a result, the story comes across as more silly than scary.

To top things off: how do you know that none of those people didn’t simply think that the image may contain a virus of some sort?

However, all alleged victims offer the same description of the photo: A dog-like creature (usually described as appearing similar to a Siberian husky), illuminated by the flash of the camera, sits in a dim room, the only background detail that is visible being a human hand extending from the darkness near the left side of the frame.

The image at the start is a bit dim, so here’s a brighter version. I didn’t notice the hand until I found this image to be honest.

I also always thought that the image was taken outdoors. Also, it looks like the word “pop” is near the windows. I also still can’t take a super demonic Siberian Husky seriously. Not after the adorable videos I’ve seen of them.

The hand is empty, but is usually described as "beckoning".

It looks more like it’s going to pet the dog.

Of course, most attention is given to the dog (or dog-creature, as some victims are more certain than others about what they claim to have seen).

I’m sorry, but “dog creature”? I’ve seen some derpy looking dogs in my short life and Gif over there wouldn’t make the top twenty. One can pass off the teeth as a possible birth defect. Don’t try to pass this one off as special just because someone spent some time playing with photoshop. You have to do more to make a Siberian Husky terrifying, especially when I nearly got attacked by one at a friend of my dad’s house. I forget what breed it was, but it was a fairly large, brown haired dog. About the size of a Golden Retriever.

The muzzle of the beast is reputedly split in a wide grin, revealing two rows of very white, very straight, very sharp, very human-looking teeth.

They don’t look any sharper than normal human teeth to me. Is my vision just failing me? Or is the author looking at an image that’s never been posted on the internet that isn’t

This is, of course, not a description given immediately after viewing the picture,

Of course it is. Because why should your super scary picture be representative of what’s told in your story. Maybe I’m a snob, but it irritates me that you wouldn’t just use the creature in your most well known picture. It’s like if Jeff the Killer had an afro and a scar running down his face in the story as opposed to the fishfaced bastard we see in the famous picture related to him.

but rather a recollection of the victims, who claim to have seen the picture endlessly repeated in their mind's eye during the time they are, in reality, having epileptic fits.

Wait, they have epileptic fits? Why wasn’t this mentioned when you had that interview with Mary? Why are you giving us so much damn information now!? Why can’t this be learned across the damn story as opposed to just being dumped on us like a dump truck disposing of its load!?

These fits are reported to continue indeterminably, often while the victims sleep, resulting in very vivid and disturbing nightmares.

Okay, admittedly, this does explain the nightmares, but this is so forced into this info dump that I’d still sin it if this was a ripoff of CinemaSins. Also, for whatever reason, Google Documents marks “indeterminably” as a spelling error, asking if I want to change it to “interminably”. Nice going, Google.

These may be treated with medication, though in someses it is more effective than others.

This is actually very interesting. Now imagine if this was shown to us as our hero was going around interviewing people who’ve seen the picture and tried to treat what they think are just frequent nightmares as caused by some mental disorder and not a cursed picture. How cool would that be?

Mary E., I assumed, was not on effective medication.

Yeah, what gave that away? The fact she never mentioned it during that interview you had? Or the fact you feel the need to just tell us as opposed to showing anything in this damn story?

That was why after my visit to her apartment in 2007 I sent out feelers to several folklore- and urban legend-oriented newsgroups, websites, and mailing lists, hoping to find the name of a supposed victim of smile.jpg who felt more interested in talking about his experiences.

“Can anybody find me somebody to love?” Was put at the end of each feeler.
For a time nothing happened and at length I forgot completely about my pursuits, since I had begun my freshman year of college and was quite busy.

I find it hard to believe that this man forgot anything related to Gif.

Mary contacted me via email, however, near the beginning of March 2008.

“Did you see that trailer for Iron Man? Oh man, it looks so good!”

To: jml@****.com
From: marye@****.net
Subj: Last summer's interview
Dear Mr. L.,

We finally have a name for our main character and it doesn’t even qualify as a name. Bravo, author. I’m gonna guess the L stands for “Lazy”.

I am incredibly sorry about my behavior last summer when you came to interview me.

It took you an entire year—maybe even longer—to apologize for that mental breakdown? I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if the image is genuinely that terrifying and I doubt that the author would either. Still, waiting as long as you did is quite… odd. In my eyes anyways.

I hope you understand that it was no fault of yours,

Why in the world would the author think it was his fault? It seems pretty evident it was related to Gif. I doubt he did anything to trigger it if you suffer from nightmares every night. Unless the author is secretly Gif disguised as a human.

but rather my own problems that led me to act out as I did.

How in the world is it your “own problems”? Gif is what’s doing this to you. I’m assuming you have no idea as to how to fix it either. Yeah, spoiler alert: there is and it’s really underwhelming.

I realized that I could have handled the situation more decorously; however, I hope you will forgive me.

I hope he doesn’t.

At the time, I was afraid.

That’s an understatement if I’ve ever seen one.

You see, for fifteen years I have been haunted by smile.jpg.

Wasn't this established at the start? Why are you saying it again!? comes to me in my sleep every night.

We know this! Why the hell are we going over it again!? Did the author add everything before this after writing this part and forgot to remove it!? Holy crap, why do some stories feel the need to act like their readers can’t remember details for more than thirty seconds? And what’s better: this creepypasta is considered one of the “good ones”.

I know that sounds silly, but it is true.

If you’re an aspiring author: please refrain from doing things like this. It’s cringe-worthy at best and destroys immersion at worst. Unless your story is deliberately meta or tackling a meta theme that relates to characters believing the situation to be really “strange” and like it’s “something out of a movie/video game/[comic] book”, don’t use it. Granted, this is just my opinion, but I know others share it.

There is an ineffable quality about my dreams, my nightmares, that makes them completely unlike any real dreams I have ever had.

While this sentence reads a bit weirdly (I don’t like the use of “ineffable” personally), it’s one of the better ones in the story. Mostly because I can relate to it as of the time that I write this riff. There is a certain quality that some nightmares can have that makes others much different than others. Especially if they deal with a very personal subject. So, perhaps it’s due to the personal nature this sentence has on me as I write this, but I like it.

I do want to clarify though: even if I set that aside, I still think it’s one of the better moments in the story. Mostly because it gets to the point and doesn’t go on for half a normal paragraphs length.

I do not move and do not speak.

But do you blink?

I simply look ahead, and the only thing ahead of me is the scene from that horrible picture.

Again: another pretty decent moment. It’s simple and effective for what it is. It’s nothing groundbreaking, but it works. I wish the rest of the story could channel this simplicity in its writing.

I see the beckoning hand, and I see It talks to me.

I’m beginning to worry that this scene will be decently handled and then it’ll crash and burn like the Justice League film.

It is not a dog, of course, though I am not quite sure what it really is.

Never mind, the next sentence crashed. I think this would’ve worked better with a cliched line like, “It’s not a dog. It’s a demon.” It’s simpler, quicker, and it isn’t pointlessly use a flow breaking “it is” over “it’s”.

It tells me it will leave me alone if only I do as it asks.

“Buy Fallout 76.”

All I must do, it says, is "spread the word".

Yup. Gif is a demon who lives in the form of a chain letter. I never liked chain letters, likely due to the ridiculous amount I saw when I was younger on YouTube. So the fact this story relies on me being scared of a chain letter is… well, it doesn’t work to say the least.

That is how it phrases its demands.

This sentence was necessary and adds a lot to the story.

And I know exactly what it means: it wants me to show it to someone else.

I never would’ve guessed. Thanks for telling me.

And I could.

This sentence was necessary and adds a lot to the story. Seriously: just remove these three words and the next part will flow exactly the same.

The week after my incident I received in the mail a manila envelope with no return address.

In reality, the return address was written in invisible ink.

Inside was only a 3 ½ -inch floppy diskette. Without having to check, I knew precisely what was on it.

“I got Terence and we watched Avengers: Endgame two months early. Suck it, world!”

I thought for a long time about my options.

“I could watch the culmination of nearly eleven years of build up or I could wait. Hm...”

I could show it to a stranger, a coworker… I could even show it to Terence, as much as the idea disgusted me.

Just show a stranger and tell them what they have to do. Gif didn’t specify that you have to keep your trap shut about what they have to do. He just said to “pass the word on”. If you tell the person what they have to do, they’ll know what to do and they can tell someone else. Unless Gif gets pissy that you told them what to do because he wants to torment people, but it doesn’t seem like he deliberately wants to. Not that I can tell anyways because we know so little about it.

And what would happen then?

What do you think? You can sleep and Gif is someone else’s problem.

Well, if kept its word I could sleep. Yet if it lied, what would I do?

You don’t get to sleep and Gif is still your problem.

And who was to say something worse would not come for me if I did as the creature asked?

This would work so much better if we got to learn more about the backstory to this image and the driving force to this story. Too bad the author’s lazy and is instead relying on you liking mystery that you’ll never get answers to. It’s like Prometheus, but without a nine-figure budget!

So I did nothing for fifteen years, though I kept the diskette hidden amongst my things.

Gif sure has a lot of patience.

Every night for fifteen years has come to me in my sleep and demanded that I spread the word.

While I can understand the nightmares being terrifying, I must wonder exactly how threatening he was. Based on what you described, he just told you to spread the word and nothing else. Surely after a while, you’d find the entire thing routine and dull. Was there no escalation in the dreams? Did Gif not get progressively more violent in the way he demanded you do spread the word? Or was it just him sitting there saying, “Spread the word around! The good boy is back in town!”

For fifteen years I have stood strong, though there have been hard times.

“Occasionally, I’d fall asleep while I had the flu and boy, that would be awkward.”

Many of my fellow victims on the BBS board where I first encountered smile.jpg stopped posting; I heard some of them committed suicide.

I’m surprised it took this long for suicide to come into play with a story like this.

Others remained completely silent, simply disappearing off the face of the web.

Uh-oh, they found The Web’s End and ended up in Davy Jones’ Locker!

They are the ones I worry about the most.

Well, if you didn’t somehow manage to hear that they killed themselves, they might’ve, y’know, shared the damn picture.

I sincerely hope you will forgive me, Mr. L., but last summer when you contacted me and my husband about an interview I was near the breaking point.

Yeah, we know. You told us. Okay, I get it: it’s a letter and repeated apologizing is normal. Let me have my nitpicking though!

I decided I was going to give you the floppy diskette. I did not care if was lying or not, I wanted it to end. You were a stranger, someone I had no connection with, and I thought I would not feel sorrow when you took the diskette as part of your research and sealed your fate.

This entire part makes no sense since we have no idea if Gif would’ve cared if Mary told the author what he had to do to stop Gif’s torment or not. Because as it stands, there’s no reason she should’ve cared about what she was going to do if she just told the author, “pass it on!”

Before you arrived I realized what I was doing: was plotting to ruin your life.

Once again: why would you care since Gif didn’t specify what you could and couldn’t do! If I missed this part by some stupid chance, sorry, but this bothers me so much!

I could not stand the thought, and in fact I still cannot.

Great, a pity party. I should’ve kept my trap shut when I wondered if this story would crash and burn.

I am ashamed, Mr. L., and I hope that this warning will dissuade you from further investigation of smile.jpg.

It’s a creepypasta. It’s only going to fuel his desire to look into it more and it’ll lead to the story getting dumber.

You may in time encounter someone who is, if not weaker than I, then wholly more depraved, someone who will not hesitate to follow's orders.

Although following a demons orders is morally depraved, Gif’s lack of—you know what, screw it, I’ve repeated myself enough. I give up, this story clearly isn’t going to explain jack shit, so why should ask questions.

Stop while you are still whole.

“Lest Tetsuya Nomura use you for the next Kingdom Hearts game!”

Mary E.

Just die already.

Terence contacted me later that month with the news that his wife had killed herself.

Thank you.

While cleaning up the various things she'd left behind, closing email accounts and the like, he happened upon the above message.

He then punched the computer because of how stupid she was.

He was a man in shambles; he wept as he told me to listen to his wife's advice.

Little did our hero know, she meant for him to kill himself.

He'd found the diskette, he revealed, and burned it until it was nothing but a stinking pile of blackened plastic.

Watch: the diskette is going to come back.

The part that most disturbed him, however, was how the diskette had hissed as it melted. Like some sort of animal, he said.

Would you say it was like a dog?

I will admit that I was a little uncertain about how to respond to this.

I’m not: I would’ve told Terence that his wife was a dumb dumb.

At first I thought perhaps it was a joke, with the couple belatedly playing with the situation in order to get a rise out of me.

That’s somehow dumber than the innumerable amount of times creepypastas have used the cliche of, “At first, I thought it was just a glitch.”

A quick check of several Chicago newspapers' online obituaries, however, proved that Mary E. was indeed dead.

RIP in Pepperoni.

There was, of course, no mention of suicide in the article.

Clearly, Gif killed her. He used his magical canine-demon-chain letter powers to kill her since her 15 year grace period was up.

I decided that, for a time at least, I would not further pursue the subject of smile.jpg, especially since I had finals coming up at the end of May.

Wow, that’s in-frigging-credible. I didn’t think that a creepypasta character would have the balls to go ahead and ignore the super duper scary evil cursed thingamajig.

But the world has odd ways of testing us.

Indeed it does.

Almost a full year after I'd returned from my disastrous interview with Mary E., I received another email:

Son of a bitch.

To: jml@****.com
From: elzahir82@****.com
Subj: smile


I found your e-mail adress thru a mailing list your profile said you are interested in smiledog.

I take it that English isn’t your first language or you’re 11.

I have saw it it is not as bad as every one says I have sent it to you here. Just spreading the word.

If that’s true, why are you emailing him about it? Or is this Gif typing this? In which case, he should’ve just spoken in his native tongues.


I see what you did there.

The final line chilled me to the bone.

The message radiated the frigid winds of Antarctica.

According to my email client there was one file attachment called, naturally, smile.jpg. I considered downloading it for some time. It was mostly likely a fake, I imagined, and even if it weren't I was never wholly convinced of smile.jpg's peculiar powers. Mary E.'s account had shaken me, yes, but she was probably mentally unbalanced anyway. After all, how could a simple image do what smile.jpg was said to accomplish? What sort of creature was it that could break one's mind with only the power of the eye?

H.P. Lovecraft may be able to answer that question!  Why not ask him? Oh wait, he's dead, just like my faith in this story.

And if such things were patently absurd, then why did the legend exist at all?

Because people like to be scared and as a result, people make up scary stories. How is that such a difficult concept to grasp!?

If I downloaded the image, if I looked at it, and if Mary turned out to be correct, if came to me in my dreams demanding I spread the word, what would I do?

Why does this need to be one sentence? Why do you feel the need to abuse commas? And really, you’re asking that? I dunno, why don’t you tell us what you’d do!

Would I live my life as Mary had, fighting against the urge to give in until I died?

Why don’t you just tell us?

Or would I simply spread the word, eager to be put to rest?

How about you tell us you dumb ass?

And if I chose the latter route, how could I do it? Whom would I burden in turn?

I don’t know: why don’t you just tell us!?

If I went through with my earlier intention to write a short article about smile.jpg, I decided, I could attach it as evidence.

Great idea, but why not just give the image to someone who has no reason to live? You can be just like the “deeply pious” scientists in Gateway of the Mind!

And anyone who read the article, anyone who took interest, would be affected.

And yet, we won’t know whether or not Gif allows people to know what to do with the image or not!

And even assuming the smile.jpg attached to the email was genuine, would I be capricious enough to save myself in that manner?

I dunno, bud, why not tell us?

Could I spread the word?

I don't know, COULD you!?

Yes. Yes I could.

Great, now answer me this: WOULD you!?

Oh wait, that's the end of the story. Crap. Guess I'm not getting an answer.

Anyways: that’s smile.jpg. At one point in time, I thought this story was pretty decent. In hindsight: I was a dumb person. Some may argue I still am. I don’t think so, but I do indeed do a lot of dumb things. Rereading this story isn’t up there, but it sure wasn’t fun. It’s a very slow, very dull story with little horror to it and a lot stuff that amounts to feeling like padding for a school project that had a word quota. As a result, the entire thing comes out to feeling tedious and, above all else: boring. While far from the worst creepypasta, mostly thanks to it being more or less competent when compared to, say, Jeff the Killer or Happy Appy, it’s not good. At all. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this riff. If you did, leave a comment. If you didn’t, leave a comment with feedback on how I can improve. Above all else though: be sure to forward this riff to five people, less Gif come and visit you!


  1. Yeah, I can't take this seriously either, espically after knowing what huskies are really like. Excuse me while I laugh my ass off and sing a certain song from Batman Brave and the Bold.

  2. Tyler "Bio" RodriguezFebruary 7, 2019 at 10:19 PM

    Yeah these kinds of stories, I cannot take them seriously. I knew someone who did and frankly that was more horrifying.