This is what happens when I watch too much television on Halloween.
September 2009
Duke heard Viola’s laughter before he reached the front door. The knot he’d had in his stomach the entire drive home eased. They’d fought over his decision to take her off rotation, and he hadn’t looked forward to coming home to a battle zone.
“Hey there,” she greeted as soon as he stepped through the front door. “I was starting to wonder if you were ever coming home.”
The sight of her struck him dumb. Dressed in one of his old sweatshirts, cotton shorts, and her hair sticking up in all directions, she’d never been more beautiful. A wide smile lit up her face, her eyes glistened with tears, and she was so damn glowy it made his heart ache.
“Tobias?” Concerned by his silence, she struggled to sit upright in the chair. Before her sock-covered feet could hit the floor, Finn, Pip, and Griff were at her side. She rolled her eyes. Why was it that every male she knew was in overprotective mode?
“Yeah, sweetness?”
“Did you hit your head? Do I need to call Abelardo or Bert?” She should have gone with him no matter how much he bitched about it. Luke Trayhorne, his temporary partner, was a good Tracker, but Luke didn’t know Duke the way she did. He couldn’t anticipate Duke’s moves or see past his bravado.
Duke shook himself out of his stupor and smiled reassuringly at her. “I’m fine, sugar. Just awestruck by my lovely wife.”
“What’d you do?” Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Did you hit my car? Did you offend someone at Burkeholt? I swear, between you and foot-in-his-mouth Bas, I spend half my time apologizing for stupid humans.”
Duke crossed the room to drop a kiss on the top of her head. He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled the minty aroma of her conditioner. “I love you, Viola.”
“Okay, seriously, what did you do?”
“Absolutely nothing.” He rocked back on his heels and dangled a white plastic bag in front of her. “I did stop and pick up some trail mix for you, though. The kind with the blueberries and yogurt-covered raisins.”
“Gimme! Gimme!” As soon as the bag was in her lap, she tore open the top and stuffed a handful of the nut and berry mix into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel’s.
Duke chuckled. “You’re not going to touch another raisin again when this is over, are you?”
“Pr’bly not,” she said while chewing her snack.
Still chuckling, he unlaced and kicked off his boots then turned towards the television. His brow furrowed. He understood her food cravings and the hormones that turned her into a nuclear bomb waiting to go off, but this was a new one. “You hate this show, Vi.”
“I know.”
“I’m just saying because last time I left the t.v. on one these shows and accidentally hid the remote, you lectured me for two hours on how crappy their methods were and how they should be arrested for presenting faked evidence.” He crossed his arms over his chest and arched an eyebrow. “That was after you punished me by making me watch a mini-marathon and pointing out all the errors.”
“I know.”
“So why in the hell are you watching Ghost Grabbers?”
“Move out of the way, son. You’re not transparent,” Paul Duke interrupted gruffly.
Duke spun around, eyes falling on his father. How had he missed that? He stepped out of the way of the television. He was doubly confused. Viola was watching a show she loathed with his father? It was like coming home to find them watching soap operas.
“Sit and have some trail mix, Tobias. The pizza’s on the way.” She grudgingly poured a bit of her treat into Duke’s hands. She shook her head frantically when he started to sit on the couch. “No! Not there. It’s occupied.”
Duke glanced down. He didn’t see anyone on the couch. His father was in the other recliner. The Wfsals and Finn were on the floor near Viola’s feet. He moved to the loveseat only to have her claim it was occupied as well. Growling in frustration, he lifted her off her chair, sat in her warm spot, and settled her on his lap.
“My leg’s going to be numb when I get up to answer the door.”
“I hope, for your sake, that wasn’t a dig about my weight.”
“Of course it wasn’t, sweetness.” Duke reached into her trail mix bag and stole a handful. “Want to tell me what’s going on? We’re having a ghostie viewing party?”
“Yes!” She kissed his cheek happily. “The Ghost Grabbers - ” She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Wannabe know-it-alls pissed her off. “Are at Walker Hotel in Richmond. The hotel’s listed with Spirited Stays.”
“Jerome’s going to be on t.v.,” Paul said. “He bowls with me. My whole team’s here. Jerome said he left a message for me.”
Duke leaned back in the chair, tightened his grip on Viola’s waist. His life was, without a doubt, absolutely crazy. He spent the evening chasing down creatures from other dimensions and watched television with spirits while his sorta-demonic wife ate a food she normally hated. He wouldn’t trade a second of any of it.
“Look! There he is!” Viola pointed at a blur on the edge of the screen. “He’s waving.”
Duke squinted but couldn’t make out a distinct shape. Fortunately, Viola kept her scathing commentary to a minimum. He bit back a laugh as the ghost experts mistook a moth for an orb and the creaking of a door for spirit communication. It wasn’t until the Ghost Grabbers did their evidence review that they heard Jerome’s message.
One of the Grabbers, a hippy-ish twentysomething girl, had asked if the presence she felt in the room had anything to say. The digital recorder had picked up a very clear, male voice. Viola and Paul burst out laughing when the Ghost Grabbers made notes to research the names the spirit mentioned. They’d never make the right connection.
Duke turned quizzical eyes on his wife. “Did he just say, ‘Paul, tell Viola she owes me twenty bucks?’”
Monday, November 1, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Silly
It feels like I have been working on the Ashwood series for decades.
Maybe I have...
Maybe I have...
Hope everyone has a great Halloween weekend! I'll be soothing upset kitties (they hate the doorbell) and handing out chocolate (thank goodness I don't have any Wfsals!).
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Break
No, you didn't miss yesterday's WotD. I finished TCC Tuesday night/Wednesday morning and decided I needed a short break. I've saved the words so that I can get caught up. I didn't make it all the way to the last week of October just to give up! Doing TCC edits and rewrites will likely make my eyes bleed and my brain throb, so I'll ease the tension working on a few backstories and requests - don't worry, we're not close to through with these characters. I probably won't start on the last book in the series until January.
Meet Chai.
Meanwhile, I have a cat to mail...
Meet Chai.Tuesday, October 26, 2010
WotD 10/26/10: April 1995 (Duke)
Word of the Day Challenge 10/26/10
Word: Eke; transitive verb
1. To gain or supplement with great effort or difficulty -- used with 'out'.
2. To increase or make last by being economical -- used with 'out'.
Timeline: April 1995 (Duke)
Duke’s eyes drifted shut. He propped his heavy head on his hand and lightly drummed the eraser of his pencil on the desk. It was only second period and he was ready for a nap.
The pencil slid out of his fingers and rolled across the floor. With a sigh, he leaned over the edge of the desk to retrieve it. Not even the sight of Mary Hallimore’s tanned legs did anything to wake him up.
He forced himself to focus on the teacher’s lecture. He couldn’t get caught sleeping in class. He’d promised that Tracking with his father wouldn’t affect his schoolwork. It was a promise he was starting to regret, especially after a long night chasing down a Freldana. There was no way he was going to make it through the rest of the day.
His best bet was to eke out halfway decent homework during lunch and drink a gallon of Mountain Dew before baseball practice. As long as he didn’t get called on or have to do anything more strenuous than breathing, he could eke.
“Put away your notes, it’s time for a pop quiz!”
Duke’s forehead hit his desk. “Oh man, I am so dead.”
Word: Eke; transitive verb
1. To gain or supplement with great effort or difficulty -- used with 'out'.
2. To increase or make last by being economical -- used with 'out'.
Timeline: April 1995 (Duke)
Duke’s eyes drifted shut. He propped his heavy head on his hand and lightly drummed the eraser of his pencil on the desk. It was only second period and he was ready for a nap.
The pencil slid out of his fingers and rolled across the floor. With a sigh, he leaned over the edge of the desk to retrieve it. Not even the sight of Mary Hallimore’s tanned legs did anything to wake him up.
He forced himself to focus on the teacher’s lecture. He couldn’t get caught sleeping in class. He’d promised that Tracking with his father wouldn’t affect his schoolwork. It was a promise he was starting to regret, especially after a long night chasing down a Freldana. There was no way he was going to make it through the rest of the day.
His best bet was to eke out halfway decent homework during lunch and drink a gallon of Mountain Dew before baseball practice. As long as he didn’t get called on or have to do anything more strenuous than breathing, he could eke.
“Put away your notes, it’s time for a pop quiz!”
Duke’s forehead hit his desk. “Oh man, I am so dead.”
Monday, October 25, 2010
WotD 10/25/10: Summer 2002 (Viola, Olivia)
Word of the day 10/25/2010
Word: Juju: noun;
1. An object superstitiously believed to embody magical powers.
2. The power associated with a juju.
Timeline: Summer 2002 (Viola, Olivia)
“Please?” Viola clasped her hands together. She puffed out her lower lip and did her best to look utterly pathetic.
Olivia was unmoved. “No.”
“Pretty, pretty, please?”
“No.”
“Just for a second. I promise. I just want to look around.”
Olivia shook her head resolutely. “Don’t you think demons, ghosts, crazy blood rituals, and Sebastian are enough to deal with? We don’t need you messing around with voodoo juju and making thing worse.”
“I won’t buy anything. I swear.”
“Not going to happen, kiddo.” Olivia shuddered at the mere thought of entering the store. Superstitious by nature, she avoided black cats, open ladders, and breaking mirrors. She didn’t understand how the voodoo rituals worked and wasn’t going to risk accidentally cursing herself.
“You’re no fun, Liv.” Viola scowled at her sister. She was glad to be out of the ghost-infested hotel because her headache was finally going away, but she’d wanted to see more than art museums. Since the cemeteries were off-limits due to her temporary ghost-restriction, the store had seemed like a good choice.
“I’ll talk Sebastian into letting you drive all the way to Pensacola.”
“And I get to pick out the next hotel and dinner?”
“Yes.”
“Deal.”
Word: Juju: noun;
1. An object superstitiously believed to embody magical powers.
2. The power associated with a juju.
Timeline: Summer 2002 (Viola, Olivia)
“Please?” Viola clasped her hands together. She puffed out her lower lip and did her best to look utterly pathetic.
Olivia was unmoved. “No.”
“Pretty, pretty, please?”
“No.”
“Just for a second. I promise. I just want to look around.”
Olivia shook her head resolutely. “Don’t you think demons, ghosts, crazy blood rituals, and Sebastian are enough to deal with? We don’t need you messing around with voodoo juju and making thing worse.”
“I won’t buy anything. I swear.”
“Not going to happen, kiddo.” Olivia shuddered at the mere thought of entering the store. Superstitious by nature, she avoided black cats, open ladders, and breaking mirrors. She didn’t understand how the voodoo rituals worked and wasn’t going to risk accidentally cursing herself.
“You’re no fun, Liv.” Viola scowled at her sister. She was glad to be out of the ghost-infested hotel because her headache was finally going away, but she’d wanted to see more than art museums. Since the cemeteries were off-limits due to her temporary ghost-restriction, the store had seemed like a good choice.
“I’ll talk Sebastian into letting you drive all the way to Pensacola.”
“And I get to pick out the next hotel and dinner?”
“Yes.”
“Deal.”
WotD 10/24/10 - June 1998 (Olivia, Viola, Sebastian, Gerard)
Word of the day 10/24/2010
Word: Slugabed: noun; One who stays in bed until a late hour; a sluggard.
Timeline: June 1998 (Olivia, Viola, Sebastian, Gerard)
A bright beam of sunlight pierced through Olivia’s closed eyelids. With a groan, she rolled over onto her stomach and pulled the sheet over her head. A smaller body shifted beside her. Viola’s icy toes slipped beneath the sheet and grazed her ankle. She kicked at the icy feet.
“Daa-aad!”
Olivia grinned sleepily at Sebastian’s whine. Of the three of them, he’d stayed up the latest watching the horror movie marathon. When she’d woken up to run to the bathroom at three, Viola had been cuddled up and snoring beside a wide-eyed Sebastian.
“Up and at’em my little slugabeds!” Gerard’s booming voice had each of his children wincing. He grabbed the corner of the sheet covering Sebastian’s face and yanked. While Sebastian shielded his eyes, Gerard repeated the action twice more. He chuckled at the sight of his children frantically wriggling away from the sunshine like vampires.
“Lots to do and time’s wasting.”
Viola rose to her knees. She blinked furiously and ran a hand through her hair so that it was standing up in all directions. When the spots were gone from her vision, she glared up at her smiling father. “Daddy! It’s the first day of summer vacation!”
Word: Slugabed: noun; One who stays in bed until a late hour; a sluggard.
Timeline: June 1998 (Olivia, Viola, Sebastian, Gerard)
A bright beam of sunlight pierced through Olivia’s closed eyelids. With a groan, she rolled over onto her stomach and pulled the sheet over her head. A smaller body shifted beside her. Viola’s icy toes slipped beneath the sheet and grazed her ankle. She kicked at the icy feet.
“Daa-aad!”
Olivia grinned sleepily at Sebastian’s whine. Of the three of them, he’d stayed up the latest watching the horror movie marathon. When she’d woken up to run to the bathroom at three, Viola had been cuddled up and snoring beside a wide-eyed Sebastian.
“Up and at’em my little slugabeds!” Gerard’s booming voice had each of his children wincing. He grabbed the corner of the sheet covering Sebastian’s face and yanked. While Sebastian shielded his eyes, Gerard repeated the action twice more. He chuckled at the sight of his children frantically wriggling away from the sunshine like vampires.
“Lots to do and time’s wasting.”
Viola rose to her knees. She blinked furiously and ran a hand through her hair so that it was standing up in all directions. When the spots were gone from her vision, she glared up at her smiling father. “Daddy! It’s the first day of summer vacation!”
WotD 10/23/10 - January 2001 (Gerard, Viola)
Sorry for the delay - spent the weekend with family and was away from my laptop. I wrote this on my phone Saturday night, but couldn't get it to post. Guess I'll have to read the manual again!
Word of the day 10/23/2010
Parse: transitive verb;
1. To resolve (as a sentence) into its component parts of speech with an explanation of the form, function, and syntactical relationship of each part.
2. To describe grammatically by stating its part of speech, form, and syntactical relationships in a sentence.
3. To examine closely or analyze critically, especially by breaking up into components.
4. To make sense of; to comprehend.
5. (Computer Science) To analyze or separate (input, for example) into more easily processed components.
Timeline: January 2001 (Gerard, Viola)
“I've missed you my violet.”
Viola blinked twice and rubbed her eyes. Nothing changed. She pinched her arm, yelped. Not a dream, then.
“Dad?”
“I made the right decision, dearest. You'll see that someday. This was for the best.”
She sat up in bed, too stunned by his presence to parse the meaning of his words. He had been missing for a year, and she'd started to give up hope of ever seeing him again. There were so many things she wanted to tell him, so many questions she needed to ask. Forming words seemed impossible though. She couldn’t believe he was in her room!
“I can't stay long, my violet. I just wanted to see you. It has been a long year, and I fear we are in for several more difficult years.”
“Why?” Why couldn't they go back to normal? Why couldn't he come home? She needed him. Sebastian and Olivia did their best, but they weren't adequate substitutes for her Daddy.
“Neither one of us is ready. I am afraid we must be patient.”
“Patient for what?”
“For it to be our time.”
“Dad?”
“Soon. Until then, keep this between us, my dear. The others won’t understand.”
Word of the day 10/23/2010
Parse: transitive verb;
1. To resolve (as a sentence) into its component parts of speech with an explanation of the form, function, and syntactical relationship of each part.
2. To describe grammatically by stating its part of speech, form, and syntactical relationships in a sentence.
3. To examine closely or analyze critically, especially by breaking up into components.
4. To make sense of; to comprehend.
5. (Computer Science) To analyze or separate (input, for example) into more easily processed components.
Timeline: January 2001 (Gerard, Viola)
“I've missed you my violet.”
Viola blinked twice and rubbed her eyes. Nothing changed. She pinched her arm, yelped. Not a dream, then.
“Dad?”
“I made the right decision, dearest. You'll see that someday. This was for the best.”
She sat up in bed, too stunned by his presence to parse the meaning of his words. He had been missing for a year, and she'd started to give up hope of ever seeing him again. There were so many things she wanted to tell him, so many questions she needed to ask. Forming words seemed impossible though. She couldn’t believe he was in her room!
“I can't stay long, my violet. I just wanted to see you. It has been a long year, and I fear we are in for several more difficult years.”
“Why?” Why couldn't they go back to normal? Why couldn't he come home? She needed him. Sebastian and Olivia did their best, but they weren't adequate substitutes for her Daddy.
“Neither one of us is ready. I am afraid we must be patient.”
“Patient for what?”
“For it to be our time.”
“Dad?”
“Soon. Until then, keep this between us, my dear. The others won’t understand.”
Friday, October 22, 2010
WotD 10/22/10: October 2000 (Sebastian, Viola)
Word of the Day Challenge 10/22/10
Word: Crepuscular;
adj:
1. Of, pertaining to, or resembling twilight; dim.
2. (Zoology) Appearing or active at twilight.
Timeline: October 2000 (Sebastian, Viola)
Sebastian tossed a sheet of paper on the table in front of Viola before sprawling onto the chair beside her. “I need you to look that up, Vi.”
Eyes narrowed in annoyance, Viola studied the rough sketch of a demon. It had four eyes, curved horns, and was covered in wiry hair. She’d never seen a demon like it before. Abandoning her weekend homework, she retrieved her laptop and logged on to Duke’s pride and joy, the regional Network database.
“Duke saw one of those yesterday, but lost it. He’s swamped and didn’t get a chance to look it up.”
“Is this what I am now: your unpaid, unappreciated research assistant?”
“He said I could take you with me to take care of it.”
“Oh.” Viola flashed him a quick grin. “Give me a sec.”
“I hope it doesn’t take too long. I promised Amy I’d take her to watch the sunset or some crap like that.”
“You’re such a romantic, Bas,” Viola teased. She frowned suddenly and twisted her laptop around so he could see the entry for their demon. “I’m afraid you’re going to miss your date. Pflans are crepuscular. We have to catch it just after sunset.”
Word: Crepuscular;
adj:
1. Of, pertaining to, or resembling twilight; dim.
2. (Zoology) Appearing or active at twilight.
Timeline: October 2000 (Sebastian, Viola)
Sebastian tossed a sheet of paper on the table in front of Viola before sprawling onto the chair beside her. “I need you to look that up, Vi.”
Eyes narrowed in annoyance, Viola studied the rough sketch of a demon. It had four eyes, curved horns, and was covered in wiry hair. She’d never seen a demon like it before. Abandoning her weekend homework, she retrieved her laptop and logged on to Duke’s pride and joy, the regional Network database.
“Duke saw one of those yesterday, but lost it. He’s swamped and didn’t get a chance to look it up.”
“Is this what I am now: your unpaid, unappreciated research assistant?”
“He said I could take you with me to take care of it.”
“Oh.” Viola flashed him a quick grin. “Give me a sec.”
“I hope it doesn’t take too long. I promised Amy I’d take her to watch the sunset or some crap like that.”
“You’re such a romantic, Bas,” Viola teased. She frowned suddenly and twisted her laptop around so he could see the entry for their demon. “I’m afraid you’re going to miss your date. Pflans are crepuscular. We have to catch it just after sunset.”
Thursday, October 21, 2010
WotD 10/21/10: June 2003 (Viola, Duke)
Word of the Day Challenge 10/21/10
Word: Coruscate;
Intransitive verb:
1. To give off or reflect bright beams or flashes of light; to sparkle.
2. To exhibit brilliant, sparkling technique or style.
Timeline: June 2003 (Viola, Duke)
Viola wanted to believe it was heartburn from the chili cheese fries. The burning and tingling in her chest wasn’t from the appetizer she’d shared with Duke, though. Ghosts made her shiver and plasma-dependent parasites gave her the hiccups. She felt like a walking demon detector.
“What’s up, Vi?” Duke paused to wait for her to catch up. His hand drifted to the gun tucked in the back of his jeans when she frowned and rubbed her chest. Either she was going to belch loud enough to rattle the windows or there was a PDP around.
“Vampire. Close. Maybe more than one.”
A low growl caused them both to spin around. Three snarling PDPs stood at the entrance to the alley. Viola cocked her head and bit her lip to keep from laughing. Duke’s gun nearly slipped from his hand.
“Is it just me or are they… sparkling?”
“It’s not just you.”
Between Duke’s gun and Viola’s knife, it took only minutes to take out the PDPs. While Duke called for a cleanup crew, Viola dragged a finger along the coruscating vampire’s skin. The pad of her finger sparkled. “Glitter. They’re all coated with glitter!”
“Freaky, even for a demon.”
Word: Coruscate;
Intransitive verb:
1. To give off or reflect bright beams or flashes of light; to sparkle.
2. To exhibit brilliant, sparkling technique or style.
Timeline: June 2003 (Viola, Duke)
Viola wanted to believe it was heartburn from the chili cheese fries. The burning and tingling in her chest wasn’t from the appetizer she’d shared with Duke, though. Ghosts made her shiver and plasma-dependent parasites gave her the hiccups. She felt like a walking demon detector.
“What’s up, Vi?” Duke paused to wait for her to catch up. His hand drifted to the gun tucked in the back of his jeans when she frowned and rubbed her chest. Either she was going to belch loud enough to rattle the windows or there was a PDP around.
“Vampire. Close. Maybe more than one.”
A low growl caused them both to spin around. Three snarling PDPs stood at the entrance to the alley. Viola cocked her head and bit her lip to keep from laughing. Duke’s gun nearly slipped from his hand.
“Is it just me or are they… sparkling?”
“It’s not just you.”
Between Duke’s gun and Viola’s knife, it took only minutes to take out the PDPs. While Duke called for a cleanup crew, Viola dragged a finger along the coruscating vampire’s skin. The pad of her finger sparkled. “Glitter. They’re all coated with glitter!”
“Freaky, even for a demon.”
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
WotD 10/20/10: October 1996 (Olivia, Viola, Sebastian)
Word of the Day Challenge 10/20/10
Word: Antediluvian;
adj:
1. Of or relating to the period before the Biblical flood.
2. Antiquated; from or belonging to a much earlier time
noun:
1. One who lived before the Biblical flood.
2. A very old (or old-fashioned) person.
Timeline: October 1996 (Olivia, Viola, Sebastian)
Olivia was jerked out of her daydream when a foot made contact with her ankle. She rubbed the fresh bruise and glared at her sister. Viola stopped swinging her feet and blushed guiltily.
“Watch it, brat.” Olivia was bored out of her skull. She didn’t need to be bored and in pain.
“Sorry, Liv,” Viola whispered. She glanced over her shoulder at one of the six spirits hovering nearby, shuddered, and shifted closer to Bas. Nervousness made her jittery. She was afraid that if she looked again, she’d see Grandmother Ashwood in the group.
“Oh, come on,” Olivia groaned when a frail, white-haired woman shuffled to the podium. At least six ‘friends’ had gone up to give a eulogy. Did they believe that if enough people claimed Opal Ashwood was a good person it would make it true?
Sebastian leaned across Viola to speak to Olivia. “Is it just me or are all Grandmother’s friends incredibly old?”
“Positively antediluvian.” Olivia smiled to herself, pleased at finally being able to use one of her Pre-SAT vocabulary words.
“Who’s that?” Viola shot Olivia a questioning look. “Auntie Del Uvian? I didn’t meet her.”
Olivia stifled a giggle. “It means they’re ancient, kiddo.”
Word: Antediluvian;
adj:
1. Of or relating to the period before the Biblical flood.
2. Antiquated; from or belonging to a much earlier time
noun:
1. One who lived before the Biblical flood.
2. A very old (or old-fashioned) person.
Timeline: October 1996 (Olivia, Viola, Sebastian)
Olivia was jerked out of her daydream when a foot made contact with her ankle. She rubbed the fresh bruise and glared at her sister. Viola stopped swinging her feet and blushed guiltily.
“Watch it, brat.” Olivia was bored out of her skull. She didn’t need to be bored and in pain.
“Sorry, Liv,” Viola whispered. She glanced over her shoulder at one of the six spirits hovering nearby, shuddered, and shifted closer to Bas. Nervousness made her jittery. She was afraid that if she looked again, she’d see Grandmother Ashwood in the group.
“Oh, come on,” Olivia groaned when a frail, white-haired woman shuffled to the podium. At least six ‘friends’ had gone up to give a eulogy. Did they believe that if enough people claimed Opal Ashwood was a good person it would make it true?
Sebastian leaned across Viola to speak to Olivia. “Is it just me or are all Grandmother’s friends incredibly old?”
“Positively antediluvian.” Olivia smiled to herself, pleased at finally being able to use one of her Pre-SAT vocabulary words.
“Who’s that?” Viola shot Olivia a questioning look. “Auntie Del Uvian? I didn’t meet her.”
Olivia stifled a giggle. “It means they’re ancient, kiddo.”
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