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A Road Trip for Gabriel and John Holliday  
0:04:00, September 26th, 2006
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
John reads, with a certain degree of bemusement, a BROCHURE that 'someone' has printed off for him in black and white on a sheaf of loose pages. He is dressed much as normal, in a close fitting warm wool suit, etc. but he is also wrapped in a voluminous grey travel duster, and his eyes are shaded by a similarly grey wide-brimmed western dress hat, against the sun. He had noted Gabriel's half-suggestion about a 'sun screen' that is not a light cloth-covered frame, but a lotion that sounds so miraculous he half-suspects it will be an elaborately labelled bottle of coloured rosewater. He is sitting on his trunk at the curb, his cane at his knee with a leather satchel, a box of doughnuts, and a shiny carafe of chocolate next to him. Two large and thick woollen blankets are folded beside him on the ground, topped with an extra duster. Despite his bemusement, he has a huge unaccustomed grin as he waits for Gabriel in the car advertised on the sheets in his hand. He has added a light hand-axe to HIS PACKING, but still worries slightly if he should have brought a spittoon, maybe. His cough is embarrassingly grim in the mornings. He tries to leave off grinning for a second and begins to whistle not his usual Dixie, but the Ode to Joy.

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 onewingbloody
 
18:23:02, September 26th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel: ^_^
Gabriel smiles at the sight of John waiting at the curb on his well-stocked trunk, his attire drawing perhaps a few curious looks from passers-by. Of course, this is L.A-- the populace has seen far stranger.

He swings the caracross two lanes of traffic and to a rather imperfect stop straddling the curb (and facing into oncoming traffic) a few feet away from John. Gabriel wrenches the car's door open and gets out with a grin on his face to match John's own.

"Heya, John. Our chariot awaits," he says with a jerk of his thumb back at The Car.

The Car in question is... big, and has undeniably seen better days. The 1966 Lincoln Continental convertible was the epitome of land yacht classiness when it debuted, but styles change. Even if 'whale' was still in vogue, Gabriel's car, with its numerous dings, scrapes, and... eccentricities... would probably not be in the running for best of show. Still, he's taken some steps to ready it for the trip-- the windshield that Zophael pulled him through has been replaced, and a canvas top has been (somewhat anachronistically) attached, although it's currently in the down position.

"She doesn't look like much," Gabriel says cheerfully (seemingly oblivious to the honks and gestures of the drivers whose lane he has now taken up with his "parking"), "but she's faithful and loyal and true and only a little temperamental. Oh, and the roof goes up if you need it to."
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 john_h_holliday
 
18:32:47, September 26th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
"The... roof?" John is very impressed. It is the largest car in sight, and such a good shade of blue. "The seats look so... comfortable. So much softer than the wood stage seats boucing over the ruts, and better even that the train. They look like a sofa, almost. And all that shine, and... 'electronics(?)' She looks fantastic!" There is a so much room, even for his trunk, and he is utterly unaware of the honks, etc. Traffic is to him one inexplicable blur of noise.

He makes a huge effort and gets his trunk over the door into the back seat, which leaves him coughing, but still grinning, and so spluttering in general. He puts the blankets in too, and the rest in the front seat. He offers the duster to Gabriel. "But maybe we won't need it until we get on the road. The city streets are so... hard these days. There is not so much dust here."
 
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 onewingbloody
 
18:57:25, September 26th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel: Look
Gabriel smiles at the compliment to his car, then is distracted by an especially vociferous string of insults being yelled his way by the driver of a passing truck. His gaze follows the truck roaring by.

"Yeah, and your great-great-great-grandmother forty generations back was a cheap whore in Babylon," he mutters under his breath. "Plus if you don't do something about your blood pressure I'm gonna be guiding your monkey butt to the exit in a few years, tough guy..."

Gabriel shakes his head and turns back to help John with the trunk, only to find that the work's already been done without him. "Ah, hey, you should have let me lend a hand," he says in mock reproach, and takes the dusters with another grin. "Yeah, the roads have come a long ways. I think you'll be. Peasantly surprised." No need to tell John yet that paved freeways go all the way to Georgia.

There's a trick to the passenger door-- i.e., it sticks unless Gabriel yanks it open with excessive force-- so he accordingly opens it for John to get in, also ignoring the cars zooming by a few feet away. "There's a coupla maps in the glove compartment," he offers with a smile. "In case we don't know just how we want to get to Georgia. You ever been up north, John?"
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 john_h_holliday
 
19:13:04, September 26th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
"Why, thank you kindly," John says about the door, mildly offended by the truck-driver, and fingering his colt, now that it has been brought to his attention. He is a bit nervous about the sheer speed of the vehicles going by him, but he is game for anything, and if Gabriel is not concerned, it must be just fine.

"I love maps! I used to make maps of the war, long ago." He looks at them with interest, finding LA, finding North, being bemused by the spiderweb of lines - so very many... roads? "I have never been to California before. Georgia, briefly the Carolinas and Virginia, Pensylvania, Florida, briefly Alabama Mississippi and Louisiana, Texas, New Mexico, Colorado, Kansas, Arizona. I think that is all. but some I only crossed on the train. North would be grand!"

He hesitates - something has been on his mind, though he is still beaming and excited. "I should like to see Colma briefly, if we might. Wyatt is there. And Colton. For Morgan, you know."
 
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 onewingbloody
 
19:21:39, September 26th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel: Prophecy 3 Gabriel
The door is shut after John and Gabriel returns to his side of the car, getting in and starting the engine. The Lincoln sputters into sullen life; Gabriel pats the car fondly on the dashboard and shifts into first gear.

A few lurches, a very illegal U-turn, and some more indignant honking and waving later, and they've swung into the stream of LA traffic.

"North it is, then. California's a nice state, I think you'll enjoy it. We'll hit San Francisco-- there's this neat bridge there, very popular with my brothers as a hang-out-- and then on to Colma, Colton... wherever you want, John."

They're stopped momentarily at a red light; before it turns green again Gabriel suggests, "Oh, and you might want to fasten your seat belt."
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 john_h_holliday
 
19:42:27, September 26th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
They're moving! John looks at the buildings going by at this (to him) alarming speed and is fascinated. He looks at the seatbelt, manages to spring it out and biefly considers threading it through his belt loops, but finally clicks it together correctly. "One shoud fasten the car to oneself? San Fransisco! George Parsons used to talk about it often. And... we will see your brothers? You have brothers there?" John is thrilled. "I always wanted a brother."

He looks across at Gabriel, glad to see him happy, obviously proud of his car and so comfortable and... sophisticated, driving. He pats the dashboard in imitation, as if the car were a favourite horse.
 
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 onewingbloody
 
19:54:34, September 26th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel: < . <
Another chuckle from the angel. "I think it's more in the line of fastening one's self to the car. In case of sudden stops. And collisions. It's no fun getting thrown through the windshield," he says with a grimace.

He laughs again at John's words on brothers. "Well, I have enough of them to spare. Coupla million. By brothers, I just mean other angels is all. As for whether you'll see them--" he shrugs. "I suppose that's up to them."

Gabriel himself does not smile at the thought of seeing his brothers. Some he has reconciled with. Some he has not. He has fallen, been to Hell, and then been human-- he is back in his Father's graces, but it seems at times that the divide between he and the others of his kind has only grown.

None of this is in his thoughts at the moment-- he has the much more challening job of maneuvering the traffic merging onto the I-5 instead.
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 john_h_holliday
 
0:52:13, September 27th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
The building recede, but the traffic conversely seems to become faster and thicker. John has noticed something in the shrug and the shadow in his friends smile, but as he is also clearly concentrating, John does not say anything in the traffic. His poker skills have possibly never served him so well. He finds a map of San Fransisco in the glove box and reads, being quiet, his admiration growing still further as he looks at the enourmous trucks going by. He holds onto his hat.
 
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1:13:49, September 27th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel: : )
By the time Interstate 5 has wound out of the labyrinthine heart of Los Angeles's freeway system, Gabriel is back in normal high spirits, humming to himself as they finally pick up speed. He glances over at John who is protectively holding on to his hat and smiles.

"We can pop the roof up if you want," he offers with a grin. "Or you can take your hat off. Found the Golden Gate Bridge on the map yet? It's right on the Bay..." A gesture towards the relevant section of the map results in some unintentional swerving and a few more honks, which Gabriel ignores as usual, cheerfully pointing out the bridge.
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1:31:36, September 27th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
John looks at Gabriel's hair in the wind and feels some exhilaration. He removes his hat. Oh yes! He consults the water on the map, taking the swerving for a feature of driving, and he beams at the bridge, thankfully easy to see. He is tempted to draw little pictures of angels on it. Driving is excellent! "It is just fine, about the roof, for now!" He laughs into the wind. Then he notices the humming and tries to catch the tune. There is so very much to distract him, and his attention shifts from one thing to another. He just enjoys everything, with no need to focus especially.
 
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 onewingbloody
 
3:10:49, September 27th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel: Music!
John's delight in the driving is contagious, and Gabriel's grin grows wider. "You ain't seen nothing yet," he says over the sound of the wind, which is picking up noise just as they are picking up speed, finally getting up to what Gabriel deems an appropriate speed for freeway driving. He reaches for the antiquated radio.

"In the arms of the angel... fly away from hee--" Gabriel sighs and changes the station.

"--now you think I'm in love, that I'm sent from above--" Sigh, and click.

"--city she loves me, the city of angels--" Click.

"--an' the truth of it is that ONLY by ACCEPTIN' Jeeesus CHRIST as your PERsonal SAVior can any soul, that's ANY soul, escape eternal damNAtion in the FIery pits of H--"

Gabriel glares at the radio and thumps the dashboard none-too-gently with his fist. A burst of static follows and then Frank Sinatra's "Fly Me to the Moon" begins to play. Gabriel snorts.

"It'll do," he mutters at no one in particular, then says more audibly, "As I was saying. How about that, John? Music in the horseless carriages." Another grin, child-like in the simple delight Gabriel feels.
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2:27:03, September 27th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
Winterlion: widegrin
Travel is good.
Enjoy the world, sir! :)

(the brochure is sadly no longer legible from this distance but it's thought strikes me with curiousity)
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 john_h_holliday
 
6:28:15, September 27th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
TRY HERE for the brochure. I could see it, but Gabriel couldn't either. This new link is from the Wayback Machine.

Thank you very kindly for your Bon Voyage, sir. It is good of you to see us off. There is so much of this modern world to explore, and so many amazements surely await.
 
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 winterlion
 
22:12:59, September 28th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
Winterlion
Thank you. What a wonderful description of a vehicle for travelling! I think I've driven similar at one point. It was very nice.

Bon Voyage, good sir! There is much out there worth exploring and worth being amazed with. There is much else too, but that too is part of exploration - to see the way the world is.
 
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1:25:20, September 30th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel: Smart Monkey!
You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail

Gabriel smiled, as much as possible while playing. He felt like laughing at the surprised but intrigued expression on John's face, and channelled his amusement into the music instead.

The song seemed to end much too soon. Gabriel lowered his trumpet with a contented sigh. "Now that, John, is music," he said with grin. "What's in the box?"
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 john_h_holliday
 
2:51:59, September 30th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
John is slightly disappointed when the song ends. "Why, I surely do hope to hear that again someday! I have ever heard the like, but.... Oh, it was extraordinary! You were a part of it!" He pauses a moment, trying to continue playing it in his head.

Then he turns his attention to the box in his lap. He is used to casual driving, and trumpets and drinking and chocolate make him believe anything is possible. He beams brightly again. "It is your name day, and I thought... Well, angels can't have birthdays, for you have been here since before there was birth. And I thought what you might like - something special - but you always know the time, so a watch wasn't right. And I thought, when you were human, that, I never had a home or anything like that either, but... But look!"

And he unwraps the oilskin for his friend with the air of a magician. It is old and conforms to the box shape even when removed. And inside the wooden box is nestled a faro set, with the folded layout with its tiles, a dealing box, a folded casekeeper, a rack of chips and smaller wooden box with a screw on the front.
 
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 onewingbloody
 
3:50:44, September 30th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel: Suffer the Children
"I'm sure we'll hear it again," Gabriel says with a chuckle. John's newness to all the wonders of the modern age reminds him of himself, actually-- when humanity was new to him, all of it novel and immense and a blur of sights and sounds. But to John, at least, Gabriel can show the good things-- the parts that were wondrous and miraculous.

At John's next words and the presentation of the gift, Gabriel's attention leaves the road for a full ten seconds, which might well have been disastrous had not the road ahead been clear for a while. He looks down at the revealed faro set, then up at John, back down at the set, and again at John with a slow, genuine grin spreading on his face.

"I- John, I-- don't know what to say." He chuckles. "Thank you. That's what I should say, isn't it? Thank you."

Gabriel looks down at his gift again, his smile seeming fit to split his face. "I don't think I've ever gotten a gift before. I mean-- I have, but. Charity, kindness from strangers. Not the same thing. I know I've never gotten a birthday gift before.

"Thank you, John," he says again, then hurriedly brakes to avoid running into the cars ahead, with a near-comical expression of 'yikes'.
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 john_h_holliday
 
4:39:26, September 30th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
John is essentially oblivious to the traffic - a passenger with perfect trust, and he laughs happily at Gabriel's touchy recovery. His face is all joy that he has made his friend happy. But when he hears his words about never having received a gift, from a friend, for himself, personally, professional gambler that John is, he registers his deeply felt shock of sorrow for a flashed second. "Oh, Gabriel!" he thinks, and may as well have shouted it.

But the real emotion is joy, and he recovers almost instantly. "Why you are most Welcome! And sincerely and in all senses of the word." John knows what to say, for his courtesy is more natural than his breathing.

"A birthday. It is as if... well, perhaps one would like to give gifts otherwise, but often the gesture is too personal, a misstep of etiquette. So a birthday is an excuse, perhaps. Or a reason, to focus on a friend, to let them know they are important. A gift, to hold to remind them they are valued. And known, if the gift is fitting."

John thinks of himself, all the holidays alone, taking himself to a nice dinner or a show. "One never knows what will happen - if there will be other chances, so I always make sure to take these opportunities. Always." So that that will never happen to anyone I love or care for.

But the real emotion is joy, and he shakes his head into the wind and sun and sky, to dispel all that for the moment, and smiles his genuine brightest. "You are Welcome," He calls out into the rushing air - a shout of happiness, startling a staring child in a passing station wagon.
 
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 onewingbloody
 
21:13:01, September 30th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel: Music!
"I like that. I like that," Gabriel says cheerfully in answer to John's explanation of the rationale behind birthday gifts. "I'll have to start giving birthday gifts to my friends."

Gabriel grins at the expression John's shout elicits on the face of a child in a nearby vehicle, and waves amicably, chuckling when the youngster continues to stare at them both. He supposes they present a picture, the two of them in the old Lincoln, but Gabriel personally thinks it's a pretty good picture. He glances again at the faro set, now his, with another pleased smile. Whereever they stop tonight, perhaps, he can play a game or two with it.

A road sign on the right draws his attention and Gabriel taps John's arm then points to it. "Check it out, John-- Santa Barbara, twenty miles. We're doing about seventy-- trust me on that, the speedometer in this thing is busted-- so we'll be at the beach in, eh.... twenty minutes, give or take."
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 john_h_holliday
 
21:33:02, September 30th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
"Seventy... miles? Seventy?!" John is amazed yet again, but that would explain the wind. Just twenty minutes until they will be at the beach! he sees Gabriel looking at the Faro set again and is glad.

"I can teach you to use it, and then you can deal Faro anywhere, forever, and never be hungry again, if anything happens. it is a little practice, but you have years and years." John beams, proud and happy. "And it is all ivory too, see? And mahogany, from the old days in Texas. Pasteboards and Ivories, they say. Well, you remember my other set, but this is all compact. I will show you everything later!"

They will be there so soon. John begins to get excited all over again.
 
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22:01:17, September 30th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel: Shh.
Gabriel grins in a fashion some might find slightly demented. "If we get out to some open roads in the desert, John, I'm taking her up to 120," he says, his tone not making it clear whether he's joking or not.

"Heh. Well, I kinda doubt I'll ever be in a position where I need to deal Faro to live, but I'll take pleasure in learning just the same. I look forward to it."

Gabriel smiles-- after all he's been through, all he's learned... no, there will be no more falling away from the Light that is all an angel needs for survival. His smiles drops after a moment though; a still small voice pointing out quietly to him that he never thought he would fall the first time, either.
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23:13:41, September 30th, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
John sees the slight somberness and hastily continues to explain the other benefits of his favourite game, with a note of kindness and apology to his enthusiasm. "Faro is so much more than that, especially when you are dealing! It is an art, really! Cards... they can sing for you." He takes out a packet of cards and bends it up into a graceful cascade - alas they then blow up and out - cards thrown up in a plume from the car. "But there are the subtleties too, that you can do things that are remarkable and unseen. Truly- it is a joy also! And you can learn to spin and turn the chips themselves too. Pretty and fascinating..."

He looks at his friend keenly again, to see if he has cheered him.

He is enthralled by the idea of speed in the desert. Seventy miles is as unlikely to him as a hundred and twenty, and he simply takes Gabriel in all seriousness. It doesn't even occur to him that he might be joking. In truth, if he knew how fast it was, he would still be all enthusiasm. "The desert is going to be brilliant also, Gabriel! I'd love to see what it is to fly like that out there in the sun! For it is like flying!"
 
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4:22:01, October 1st, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel: Friendly Angel of Death
Gabriel's smile returns at the paean to card dealing that John launches into. "Met a fellow once who described gambling as his way of worshipping God," he says with a chuckle. "Said that, what better way to indicate trust in the Almighty then to stake it all on chances that were completely up to Him? Nice fella. Little weird in the head. A priest. You'd have liked him."

The angel leans back in his seat as the car speeds on, taking a deep breath of the sea air. "It's pretty close," he admits. "About as good as it gets without wings. Or roller coasters. Roller coasters are good too. Maybe we'll hit the Boardwalk in Santa Cruz."
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 john_h_holliday
 
6:34:07, October 1st, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
John Henry Holliday, DDS
"But, of course! You can fly." He feels a little silly, not having thought of the obvious before he spoke. "You know, there are so many amazing things, I can hardly make comment. Driving, oh, driving is fantastic! But a... roller coaster? Shall I look forward to it, be skeptical in comparison to driving? I am so happy driving like this, and think 'what could be better?' but then I realise that I have no idea at all. Is there music in a roller coaster? Can you play your trumpet? A loss of those things would surely change the experience." He muses into rhetorical questions for his own contemplation.

John thinks a little sadly about the priest. He has considered odds and shuffling subtleties and tendencies till they filled his very dreams, learned long to watch people with such attention he could nearly see their cards reflected in their eyes. He smiles though, at the man's faith. "Ah, that is a beautiful thing, but..." Something else occurs to him, and he leans forward in real curiosity and appreciation. "Does he actually play that way, without all the training and practice? Just knowing the rules and playing blind with faith in God? If, for instance, I were playing against him, would he not watch my face, think of the card order, remember all the hands? In a way it would be frustratng to play against him. There would be less to read in his own face, but surely he would not calculate correctly either. But, perhaps... How does he do?"

He is sitting comfortably now, but he takes yet another deck of cards from his pocket, realising that he himself has been too fascinated to be diligent all the day.
 
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18:59:16, October 1st, 2006 (UTC)
 
 
the Archangel Gabriel
Gabriel laughs. "I've never. Tried. Playing my trumpet on a coaster. I wonder if I'd get away with it...? No music, though. Too loud on coasters. They're... eh, open boxes stuck on a track.... I guess kinda like a railroad, but it's smaller? And railroads, they don't... well, the coaster tracks go... up and down and..." Gabriel trails off, gesturing with his hands instead to indicate the loops and corkscrews of a roller coaster's track. "....all over. Upside down. It's just for fun. An amusement park. Thing."

Gabriel pauses and thinks back to the priest-cum-gambler of his acquaintance. "You know, I don't know. How good Oscar was. I mean, at the time, I... didn't play. This was... oh, not that long from your time I guess. 1850s or 60s or thereabouts. But Oscar made money at it, anyways."

The angel shrugs. "He gave God the credit. And the money, for that matter. Let's see. How did he say it, again?"

A pause, Gabriel's eyes fixed on the road as he recalls long-ago words, then says, "'Where is the sin? We bet! It is all in Pascal. We bet that there is a God. We bet our life on it. We calculate the odds, the return that we shall sit with the saints in paradise. Our anxiety about our bet wakes us before dawn in a cold sweat and God sees us suffer. I cannot believe that such a God, whose fundamental requirement of us is that we gamble our mortal souls-- it's true, we stake everything on the fact of His existence-- I cannot believe that such a God can look unkindly on a chap wagering a few quid on the likelihood of a dumb animal crossing the line first, unless it might be considered a blasphemy to apply to common pleasure that which is divine. Shall we play?'"

Again Gabriel shrugs. "I mean, he was crazy. Twitchy and jumpy and did stupid things for the love of a woman. Nice boy, though. Got himself killed, of course. Well, you all do sooner or later." A faint smile.

OOC: Am actually not making Oscar up, he's from a movie. *laughs* It's called Oscar and Lucinda.
 
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