A small tool to view real-world ActivityPub objects as JSON! Enter a URL
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"content": "<p>I Remember, Part 1</p><p>Her voice, when she spoke to us from the doorway, was strange. I was in 3rd Grade. Our teacher went away for a few minutes, then came back, crying. She was a tough public school teacher of the old school, the kind men my father’s age would have called “an old bat” when their wives weren’t around. She was not like the young pretty teacher on The Little Rascals films that played at 7:00 am on local TV on Saturday mornings.</p><p><a href=\"https://zeldman.com/2024/10/22/i-rememeber-part-1/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow noopener noreferrer\" translate=\"no\"><span class=\"invisible\">https://</span><span class=\"ellipsis\">zeldman.com/2024/10/22/i-remem</span><span class=\"invisible\">eber-part-1/</span></a></p>",
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