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| There Ain't No Justice |
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- Dark White -
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- 01: Loose Ends -
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by Ironhorse
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A light coating of dust lies atop everything in the small two bedroom
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house in Duart, Onterio. The home has been locked up and abandoned for two
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months, the last person inside, Lois Thompson, a real estate agent.
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Often, when a house such as this remains un-owned for so long, the
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windows get broken and children vandalize the yard. But this has not
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happened here. This house is haunted.
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"Fifty dollars if I just stay inside the old Sanders' house for one
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night?"
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"You'll never do it," boasted one of four children outside the
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fore-mentioned home.
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"But you said Miss Sanders was a nice lady, if she was so nice, why would
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her ghost want to hurt anyone?"
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The boy being dared is eleven year old Joey Russo, new to the town and
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ready to prove himself in front of the town bully and his two friends.
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"It's not who she was that made her bad, it's how she died," boasted the
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bully.
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"Yeah, it was gross!"
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"How was it then?"
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"You ever hear of the super-hero team World League?"
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"Duh... like who hasn't?"
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"Well lady Sanders went to California to work with them as a cleaning
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woman and she fell in love with Great White..."
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"That's stupid," quipped Russo, "If they were in love how come I never
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heard about it?"
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"Because..." the bully said with an eerie pause, "Great White didn't
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love _her_."
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"No way."
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"Yes. Anyway, Sanders was working, all the time trying to get him to
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notice her but he wouldn't even give her the time of day. Then came the big
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fight up on Hollywood hills... It seems World League got the hell beat out
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of them and right before they were about to lose to Evolutionary
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Force, Miss Sanders ran into the clearing in an attempt to save Great
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White's life and had her spinal cord severed by Mane."
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"That's how she died?"
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"No. She was just paralyzed and bleeding to death. But her diversion was
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long enough for Great White to regain consciousness and realize how bad off
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they were."
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"What happened?"
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"Great White. He went super-nova, burned up the entire top of the
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mountain. Almost all of World League survived."
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"Almost?"
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"Yeah. Flex just atomized. And Great White couldn't handle that much
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output. He killed himself to save the others."
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"Evolutionary Force?"
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"All dead. Everyone except for Mane."
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"What happened to him?"
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"No one knows... But they did find his style wounds on Miss Sanders' body.
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It looked like he tortured and raped her before she died."
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"No way," exclaimed Russo with a curative glance at the house."
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"Yes. Ask anyone, they'll tell you the same thing. So, do we have a bet?"
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"I don't know..."
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"I knew you were chicken..." The bully's friends joined in with this
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to tease Joey, and to see if he was actually brave enough to do what they
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would never do.
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"Okay," Joey said after a few minutes, "but only 'til sun-up."
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"Deal."
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Minutes later Joey Russo went home to lie to his father that he'd be
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staying over a friend's house for the night. It would be the easiest fifty
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bucks he ever made. There wasn't no such things as ghosts anyway... was
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there?
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--+=*=+--
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It's so great to see you again," said the feather-laden Alice
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Stevenson, previously known as Condor. Those who she welcomes to her San
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Fransico home are the Spinskis - Adrov, Lori, and their one month old
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daughter Jennifer Love.
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"Joe! How you doing?" Ask the one-time Frost [Lori] of Joe Develio once she
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was freed from Alice's hug.
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"Good, I've got a record company looking at the band - you should see
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the light show I put on at our concerts..."
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"Your concerts? I thought it was Mike who started the band," Adrov
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interrupted.
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With that a gust of wind passed the four at the door and suddenly before
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them stood Mike Johnson, previously known as Bolt.
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"I was. Am. This hose asked if he could cut in on the action," Mike said
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with a smile at Joe, "I decided, why not? A little electrical manipulation
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sure as hell could put on quite a show."
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They laughed, exchanged more greetings and then went into the dining
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room.
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"Really though," Mike spoke on to Adrov over the appetizers, "I
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don't see why they've denied me Guiness Book, I mean I play a hell of a
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lot faster bass then Joey DeMaio, so what if I'm super-human?"
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Laughter.
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"Joey DeMaio," who's he with again?" asks Develio.
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"Manowar."
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"Brotherhood of America?" asks Lori.
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"No, the band," replies Johnson.
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"Oh. Whatever happened to the Brotherhood of America anyway?"
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"Isn't it great honey? Only here two weeks and Joey's already got
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friends."
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"I don't like it," replied Mr. Russo. "What do we know about these kids?
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How do we know he'll be okay?"
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"Calm down dear, how's he supposed to make friends?"
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As his mother finished speaking, little Joey Russo entered the room.
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"So dad, can I?"
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"Well, I suppose - but only 'til tomorrow afternoon, you still have work
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to do here..."
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"Thanks dad!" With a smile and a hug, Joey was gone...
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--+=*=+--
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Very much elsewhere...
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"Hey baby, wanna see what a real man can do for you?" taunts a rather
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large man as Angel Smith and her less endowed male friend made their was
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past the alley in which he stood.
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"Ignore him Thomas, please," Angel said not-so under her breath.
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"What was that?" spoke the man, stepping from the alley, placing his
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formidable hand on her shoulder and forcibly spinning her to face him.
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"Hey!" Thomas yelled but was literally cut short as the brute produced
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a six inch blade and stabbed him in the stomach, ripping the lining,
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allowing the acids to eat Thomas' insides and bringing upon a slow,
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agonizing death.
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Angel screamed as he withdrew the blade, dropping Thomas in the street
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to die, and throwing her down into the alley.
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"Wh-who are you?" she stammered as he pushed her to the trash-strewn
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pavement while holding onto her blouse, ripping it from her body.
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"My friends call me Stark..."
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Well, I guess this is really it, Joey Russo thought to himself. as he
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stood at the open gate of the picket fence that surrounds the late
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Jennifer Sanders house. To enhance the scene even more so, the front of the
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house stood in shadows, the house silhouetted against the setting
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western sun.
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It's okay... he thought walking slowly towards the front door, there's
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no such thing as ghosts. Just then he thought he saw a flash of
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yellow-white light in the bedroom window.
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"You're crazy," he said to himself as he opened the door and stepped
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inside.
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"He's a goner," said one of the bully's followers many minutes after Russo
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shut the door behind him.
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"Sh-shut up man," the bully said.
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They stood transfixed and watched the house until the last light was
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gone from day and it could be seen no more. And then they stared a little
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more, and finally went home.
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--+=*=+--
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"...all my mana and fireball you for twenty-three points of damage.
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You're dead."
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"Som' bitch," Adrov Spinski said standing from the table at which we
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was just defeated by Mike Johnson in a game of Magic: The Gathering.
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"Good game," said Mike. "Let's see what I won..."
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Turning over two carding in the center of the table, Johnson smiled.
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"My Rock Hydra!" exclaimed the Russian. "Rematch!"
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As the men played their games and Joe Develio did the dishes, the women
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sat in the living room discussing goings-on.
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"...really?" asked Alice Stevenson, "All night?"
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Lori Olsen-Spinski laughed and replied, "You should have seen him while
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he was still immortal."
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Stark rose and looked over what he had done. Beneath him, raped, killed,
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and then raped again, lies the body of Angel Smith, once as beautiful as her
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namesake, now a bloody-violated mess. An evilly satisfied smile crept over
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his face.
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In a final act of ruthless defiance he urinated on herlifeless form.
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When fully satisfied he turned and disappeared down the alley from
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whence he came.
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Later the three visitors to Mrs. Stevenson's depart, and on the way to
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the car Mike Johnson approaches one last order of business before the
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Spinski's leave.
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Pulling Adrov to one side he asks, "Seriously Andy, have you heard from
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the Brotherhood lately?"
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"What is it with you Mike?"
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"Stallion. I want her. _Bad_."
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The Russian laughs. "Good luck... Actually, I haven't heard from either
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Brotherhood in quite a while... do they still exist?"
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Joey Russo spent the first hour inside the late Sanders residence
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within the living room - he dared not go any further.
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Right here, he thought to himself. All I have to do is stay right in this
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room until the sun comes up and I can buy that new Sega cartridge I want.
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Right in this room.
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But, much to the protests of his eleven year old rationale, he found
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himself moving towards the bedroom he thought he saw the light in before.
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What am I doing? He asked himself as one very shaky hand grasped the
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doorknob of the suspect room.
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Just do it.
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He turned the knob and flung the door open as fast as he could, trying to
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steel himself and be prepared for anything he saw.
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He wasn't.
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... to be continued.
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