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/* 08h Set a core maximum frequency limit */ HSMP_GET_PROC_HOT, /* 0Bh Get PROCHOT status */ #define ABS_RESERVED 0x2e #define DRM_I915_GEM_SET_CACHING 0x2f #define DRM_I915_GEM_GET_CACHING 0x30 #define FDDI_FC_K_FORMAT_IMPLEMENTOR 0x20 #define HL_CS_FLAGS_STAGED_SUBMISSION 0x40 #define IPOPT_RESERVED2 0x60 #define IPOPT_END (0 |IPOPT_CONTROL) #define IPOPT_SID (8 |IPOPT_CONTROL|IPOPT_COPY) #define IPOPT_RR (7 |IPOPT_CONTROL)
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