Chapter One

I had no urge to kill my son this week; well, I had less urges than usual, which was an improvement, I was finally winning.

“Shut - up, stop talking I’m trying to sleep.” Shane laid on the floor in the corner of this pathetic excuse of a room; brick dingy walls surrounded us, and the cold cement floor was by far the warmest thing in this room.

“I wasn’t saying anything.” Shane barely moved his head to glare at me in annoyance.

“You are now . . .  shut-up.” He then turned around facing the corner of the room, and began mumbling to the walls.

“Whine all you want, it’s not my fault you hear the voices of your imaginary friends.” Before Shane said anything the steel door began to bang.

“Hey, pipe down in there!” I don’t know who it was, I never see the same guy twice on the other side of my door.  

“Go to bed!” The man screamed out through the tiny window through the door. Shane laughed in his corner.

“Yeah Reggie, go to bed before you get into more trouble.” I couldn’t hear anything, but I could see his shoulder jumping in laughter.

“It’s Reginald!” I hated it when he called me Reggie.

“Oh be a grown a*s man and deal with it.” He showed no effort to moving into my direction.

“Hey!” The beating on the door got louder.

“Do I need to pull your arm through the hole?” I was glad that I wouldn’t have to see him again, or at least in while; I was most definitely on this guy’s bad side.

“No Sir.” I said it, but I didn’t really want him to hear it, I didn’t want him to answer back.  

“Then shut-up ya moron.” Shane hissed.

“I’m trying to sleep!” Shane unwillingly turned around, and found a way to keep himself up on his elbow, but his eyes were too heavy for him to keep open.

“I’m trying, it’s just-” One single blow, slammed against the steel door.

“Strike one, two more and your arm comes through.” I could tell that the guard was on the same boat as Shane; tired.

“I swear on my life, you hit that door one more time, see what’s going to happen!” Shane was close to getting up, but the little comfort he had on the floor got the best of him. We both stared at each other, waiting for the guard to scream out ‘strike two!’, but he said nothing.

“Why do they always ignore you?” I hissed at him, Shane just smiled and laid back down, giving up on the task of keeping his eyes open to glare at me.

I found myself staring at Shane’s back, as it grew larger, and shrunk again as he breathed in sync with my breathing pattern.  

In silence, I turned to lay on my back and looked up at the ceiling; counting each crack until I felt my eyes close, and I found myself surrounded by nothing.

 

*          *          *

 

“Ugh, turn off the lights.” Shane managed to scream out through his arms that he buried himself in.

“We don’t have lights.” I didn’t bother to open my eyes.

“Then close the blinds, idiot.” His anger started to kick in.

“Don't have those either.” My eyes still closed. I could hear Shane get up and sit against the wall.

“My God, then what do we have Reg-head?”

“Reginald!” Shane’s hands slapped his legs, I’m assuming.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” I managed to sit up on my wooden floating board on the wall, my head hit the other board that was two inches too low, which made Shane laugh.

“We have nothing, but a tiny window that shows us the sunset each day.” Shane looked down, and I did too.

“Oh, so that’s what we have.” Shane then stood up to look at the sky until the sunset was at its highest peak; the only time you can really see the true gold of the sun’s light.    

“Is this what it’s come to now? Looking at freedom- slowly forgetting what it feels like?” Shane ignored me, but his jaw started to tense.

The familiar sound of the steel door booming came back, and a new, younger voice called out through the door.

“Chain time.” A bell with a rust like tone screamed into our room, and the door opened. I stepped in front of the guard, full eye contact, and put my hands out to get cuffed; Shane was behind me with his hands in his pockets, and passed the guard with unchained hands, and stood behind him, waiting for the guard to lock my wrists in cuffs.

 

The halls were gray, and every ten steps, the single light would make a spotlight against the darkness, one after the other.

“I wonder what breakfast is today.” For a grumpy morning type guy, Shane was pretty chipper, despite our morning conversation.

“If we’re lucky, we’ll get something warm.” Shane laughed at himself, not paying attention to weather I was listening or not.

“Prison isn’t a luxury nest, we’re lucky if we get a full plate of real food.” I didn’t bother to look up at him, Shane’s back was probably towards me anyway.

“What?” The guard gave me a look, as if I were psychotic.

“Nothing.” Shane and I both said it at the same time, which was something we did often.

“You get egg, and pork beans, all hot, we just got a full truck load today, so you’re in luck.” The guard whispered it to us, as if he weren’t supposed to share such information.

“Mmmm, I love pork beans, what do we get to drink?” Shane was close to jumping.

“Any coffee today?” I felt comfortable with this one, he was okay.

“Nice, and creamy hot cocoa.” The guard smiled, and then went back to a serious frown, until we got to the cafeteria. He took the chains off, and let me walk into the cafeteria; I felt like a dog getting taken off its leash, until it realizes that at the end of the day, it gets put back on its leash; Mockery freedom: something that makes me cry every time, because I know that I’ll never really get it back.

“Quite starring, and let’s get in line for some food.”  Shane nudged me, but couldn’t feel anything, but my legs walking towards the end of the line to grab a plate or two; today we had a speck of freedom, there was no one to serve us, which meant I was capable of choosing my portion size. Despite the opportunity, I took the same amount as usual, but Shane had taken advantage of the situation, and filled his plate, but I don’t blame him, the woman here never really gave Shane anything to eat; ever.

 

“You stocking for the winter?” A deep and dangerous voice spoke towards me - Bobby, was a big guy, wide all around; has the capability of snapping people in half with a single breath - literally.

“What do you mean, I always get this serving.” I could hear the defence in my voice.

“Suit yourself buddy.” Bobby chuckled to himself, and walked away with folds in his neck, and ink running down both of his unnaturally muscular arms. I looked away to Shane, but he was already gazing around for an empty table.

“There’s one over there.” Shane walked over, and I followed, ignoring the eyes that stared at me with curiosity, judgement and pity. Shane got closer to me.

“Don’t you hate it when they stare; just look at you like you’re crazy, like you’re guilty; pathetic?” I practically snapped my neck as I whipped my head to tell Shane to shut-up, but before I could say anything Shane’s leg got under my heel, and even though Shane planted  himself there, we both fell with our trays in our face. It wasn’t a high school, people didn’t laugh, it was a prison, people judged you in silence, they all just stare saying ‘how could he have wasted all of that food?’

 

“I told you that was too much food buddy.” The men, and occasional woman laughed around Bobby; to my surprise, the same guard from this morning had come down to lift me up, he paused and looked away, listening to the words that were impossible to make out over his walkie talkie, then he looked away, listening to the words that were impossible to make out over his walkie talkie, then he looked down at me and gave me a short smirk.

“Alvomear?” I nodded, causing chunks of food to fall off my face, and onto the floor.

“It’s your lucky day.” I got hoisted up, and he cuffed me, again allowing Shane to keep the little freedom that he still had.

“You get time choice, that’s rare; I never thought I’d love to watch a prisoner who's gotten one.” I glanced over to Shane, who for once walked beside me.

“A time choice, you know it’s like Hancock, someone above the law needs us or we’re eligible for a task that no one else is, we get the choice to either do our time here, or do our time by choosing their offer; a time choice, it’s pretty self-explanatory.” Shane then rolled his eyes and laughed as he judged me, but I managed to ignore him and ask another question.

“Why haven’t I heard of it? And what happened if I say no?”

“What?” The guard looked at me in confusion, like he had missed something, I just shrugged, and looked at me in confusion, like he had missed something, I just shrugged, and looked down, as all three of us walked further up the hall.

“Answer number one: It’s technically illegal, so the government doesn’t want many to know, or if they do know, not actually believe it. Answer number two: If you say no, they’ll make your life in prison hell, and do just about anything until you change your mind, and say yes.”

Shane finished his explanation with a smile, and turned his head back to looking forward.

“Oh, so that’s all, that’s all not what I call exciting, life isn’t like a movie, if anything we’ve been picked to do community work or something.” I looked at Shane, or where he should have been, but there was nothing but a wall, and then . . .

“Reginald!” He screamed out in my ear, on the opposite side he was walking on before; I have to admit, that he made me scream louder than I’ve ever let out a yelp, the guard flinched too. “What, what’s wrong!” The guard looked at me with terror in his eyes, I felt bad; he looked like a four year old that was convinced he saw something in his closet.

“Sorry.” I didn’t sound that convincing, but I really did mean it, I just wasn’t good with apologizing, not now, not tomorrow, not ever.

“Well s**t, I’m going to have to start being mean like all the other guards if you don’t cut it out, no talking.” I could feel the guard’s grip on my shoulder get tighter.

“Ok, you heard him, no talking, maybe I should yodel.” Shane’s voice had transformed into a challenging tone as if a two year old boy were challenging their friend to race to his house. I kept on looking down, trying to avoid the chances of the guard saying anything.

“Shhh.”

“KUMBAYA, YODEL-LE-HEE-HOO!”  Shane was close to clicking his heels, but my lack of reaction had stopped him.

“Shh.”   

“Or what?” Shane said with his challenging smile again.

“Shut-up.” The guard had stopped, but this time he was like all the other guards, well he tried.

“One! Two more and you’re out.” He pushed the back of my feet to make me keep on walking forward to I’m assuming the chief of the prison.

Shane was quiet, and so was I, I heard nothing but our footsteps and the chiming of the guards keys hanging off his belt.

“Stop.”

The guard looked at me, no words needing to be said, I wasn’t going anywhere. I had walked down deeper into the prison halls than most prisoners have. There were no cells, no doors nothing. I was standing in the center of the floor, with four halls surrounding men; the lights struggling to shine more light in the halls, to illuminate the grey cement floors, and walls. I could hear the boots of the guard coming back to continue guiding us into what will be the most exciting thing that’s going to happen to us all year.

“Almost there.” He nudged me, but he didn’t touch me.

“That’s a lie, we’re probably going to be walking for another thirty minutes.”

Shane kept on walking, now dragging his feet, as if he were in second grade and didn’t get to be in the front of the line.

“Hey, he said we’re almost there; pick up your feet.” Shane looked back at me, still scuffing his feet, and the guard learned now that it was best not to say anything.  He just dragged his feet against the floor longer.

“Are you trying to piss me off?” I flinched as the guards voice hissed into my ears. Before I could say anything, he walked away to the wall, which was a poorly hidden door, it was a large cement block that was thicker than the walls. He pulled on the edge, struggling to pull open the door, and keep a grip on the edge of the door, his face was a deep red; pebbles of sweat began to appear just under his hairline.

“Down the stairs.” He struggled to stay, not having much breath to spare in the first place. Shane skipped right on through, taking his time; intentionally be inconsiderate towards the pain the guard was in, due to the weight of the door; I on the other hand walked through the door, trying to avoid eye contact , to prevent seeing the pain he was experiencing. I put myself on the other side of the door, knowing what kind of weight I’d be dealing with, I didn’t know how else he’d be able to get through the door, but instead he just let go, allowing the door to slam shut, and force me to tumble down the first flight of stairs and slam against the steel railings and Shane, who was unfortunately placed behinds me, but he didn’t soften the landing.

“Damn it!” Shane’s brow was split, blood had already made a complete trail down his face; my eyes widened, and a tear fell down my eye as memories came back to me in sight of the blood.

She was just lying there, eyes open and her blood laying beneath here.

“Get off of me!” Shane shoved me up onto my feet, and I squinted at his wound, raising my hand to touch it, but he quickly slapped my hand away.

“Don’t touch!”  

“Sorry, I didn’t know that he’d slam the door like that.” I sounded stunned; like I’ve never seen blood before.

“Well how else was he supposed to close it?” Shane was inching back to his normal self.

“With warning.” I hated smart asses, but I loved being one. Shane stared, I guess not knowing what to say, and then the lights shut down, and the sound of a light mist being released into the air; once again I fell- collapsing to the ground.

 

*          *          *

 

“Let me out, wake up! Wake up! Come on man it’s happening all over again! Reginald, Reginald!” Shane’s voice of panic was nothing but a distant echo, and everything was black.

“Wake him up.” I didn’t know whose voice it was, it wasn’t anyone familiar, which didn’t surprise me.

“No, no don’t touch us, back off! Come on Reginald wake up! Wake up!” My eyes opened as an ice cold water and cubes galvanized my body, I could feel my blood shoot up faster through my body, desperately struggling to keep warm. I could feel the warmth of my tears drip down my chilled cheeks, as I looked at the man in front of me; myself, I didn’t want to know what a fool looked like, what I had become.

I could hear Shane in the corner sobbing in fear, refusing to go anywhere near the mirror.

“Shane! Take the mirror away.” I was paralyzed in the sight of my reflection, but Shane said nothing, and just continued to sob in his corner, terrified of the mirror in the room with us.

“Shane!”

“Who’s Shane?” A tall skinny man came up from behind the mirror.

“Over there.” I could see him look in the direction that my head managed to nudge at, but my eyes never left the man in the mirror, his face went between Shane, and I.

“Ok . . . sure.” His eyes then set back on me, he looked at me, and then to the mirror. “You don’t like this?” I could hear his voice going in falsetto, as if I were a child, while he turned the mirror around to have the cheap cardboard oval mirror back, face me.

“Is that better?” His voice was still in falsetto, and my eyes were all on him. I looked at him twice in disbelief, he was an older man, black thick hair, highlights of grey, but I could see the age in his face.

 

I expected a seventy year old man in a beige suit, and an old geezer’s hat, but he was a man in his late forties wearing a bright red onesie, and fuzzy black slippers. It looked different, it was a change, and that’s why I was terrified; he could see the fear leaking through my eyes.  

“You know what?” He walked to the opposite side of Shane to get a chair, and sat in front of me.

“I’ve been down here for years, and I always came down here in a suit and tie, knowing that I was - for the most part, above the law. I always sat in this room, alone, knowing that there’d never be anyone to see me, and then I said it out loud, ‘I’m above the law, I am the law!’. Why should I have to be like all the other that basically pay? I should be comfortable, be my own person, so I wear this; to wear a suit and tie for twelve hours just didn’t make sense to me - what’s your name?”

 

Before I could say, he was standing up beside a belt on the wall, sorting through a hoop of keys; he kept on looking back at me, indicating that he was still listening.

“Reginald, Reginald Alvomear. Sir.” He came up to me with a key, and unchained me, letting the key and chain drop  down on the floor in between my feet, and turned away to sit across from me.

“There’s no sir here, have you seen what I’m wearing? This office is treated like my home, so everyone here is my guest, nothing less; Derek.”

I looked at his hand, waiting for it to rise to a welcoming gesture, but it didn’t move at all. Derek laughed to himself, like he knew what I was looking for.

“The name’s Derek, and I know . . . but let’s think about this, we both know very much that you’re not going to shake my hand; therefore, I’m not going to put my hand out to save us all some time, okay?”

Derek looked me dead in the eye, but I felt somewhat more at ease, more calm, yet my guard wasn’t ready to relax.

“Something’s wrong, I don’t trust him.” Shane had calmed down, now sitting in the corner, leaned back, and staring at Derek.

“Why not?” Derek didn’t say anything, he just waited until I was done speaking with Shane.

“He’s wearing a onesie for God’s sake!” Unfortunately that didn’t bother me.

“So; all men who wear onesies can’t be trusted?” Shane didn’t bother looking at me, he just looked down on the floor in between his legs; pissed off that I wasn’t going to change my mind. I turned my attention towards Derek again.

“I’m going to be honest with you, I don’t need you, I need your son.” I choked at that slightest mention of what I thought was my family.

“I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I’M NOT LISTENING TO THIS LA, LA, LA, LA, LA!”

“Shut- up Shane!” Derek smiled,

“Yeah shut-up Shane, now as I was saying. . . I forget, where was I?” I don’t know if he was testing me or if he really didn’t remember, either way I didn’t want to say anything to do with my past, or what I used to be my family, but my mind was set, and with Shane thinking I had said no to him, I couldn’t back down.

“My son-”

I felt a sharp pain in my heart, I felt as if I had restart it by punching myself in the chest to find my breath again.

“Yes, listen - I need your son, he showed a lot of strength that we need right now, but you were framed and all, so we don’t have him for whenever we need him, we’re have you.” I could feel my face turn red, and hear the growling erupt up Shane’s throat.

`“You what! He knew -”

Whatever Shane was saying wasn’t any different than what I was saying.

“You knew I was innocent this entire time, and you kept me here in this hell hole anyway!” I didn’t remember getting up, but I found myself staring down at him, Derek didn’t seem to mind the little distance between us; he was expecting it.

“There was absolutely nothing I could do about it, he framed you to the ‘T’, and there wasn’t, and still is nothing to link him to that case. I want you to find him.”

Mt breathing had slowed down, but my blood was still pumping to my face.

“You can get someone else, I don’t know why you’d think that I’m a good choice to bring you back my own-”

He wasn’t my son, that’s why I couldn’t do it, I didn’t understand it.

“You may not be physically ready, but I’m going to fix that, and then you’ll be off.” Derek smiled; still looking up at me.

“Let’s go Reginald, we can leave.” I’ve never heard Shane plead ever since we got in here.

“I’m not doing it.” I turned my head to look at Shane, but he wasn’t there. I started walking away anyways, but I was pushed back into my chair, Derek’s hands on both my shoulders, and his face hovering across my right ear.

“Come on, don’t cheat yourself like that. I know that you’re upset, I can see rage that’s been storing up inside, why your life is like this, your son is the answer to all of that.” I could feel my jaw tense, and my teeth grit against each other, Derek didn’t move away.        

“You’ll never understand the present, until you conquer the past; your son’s the past.” I didn’t really know what to think, to be honest I didn’t want to think at all, I started to regret not listening the Shane; not leaving before, when I had the chance.

“Don’t mess up Reginald, you’re the guy for this, and almost everyone will benefit from this; some maybe more.” He raised his head from the side of my ear, but his hands never moved from my shoulders.

“Says the man wearing a onesie.” I proceeded to get up, and was quickly slammed back down onto the chair, and again Derek’s voice and hot breath was traveling into my ear.

“Don’t you hate it when people stare at you, like you’re beneath them; when you out those pathetic little windows every morning, forgetting what freedom feels like? I’m giving you a deal here, to get back at all of them, to embrace the touch of freedom.” The more Derek spoke, the more of a connection I could feel, but ever since I was torn apart I never trusted my instincts. But I did follow the feeling of greed, my mouth watered to the very idea of freedom, and I could feel the greed and disparity of it pumping through my veins; Derek’s grip loosened, and once again, he left me to think - fully believing that he had convinced me to take him up on his offer. Usually I would have thought about it, hesitate with the solution I had come up with, but today, it was a sealed deal, freedom is something you can only dream of, when you’ve lost it all.

 

“How long is this going to take?” I wanted a taste of freedom again, and as much as I hated to admit, I wanted to understand why everything happened this way; what I did wrong.

Derek smiled, but I don’t think he was surprised, in the long run, I was desperate, like everyone else in this hell hole; for money, revenge, anything but this life.

“Perfect, we’ll talk later on in the day, for now, let me show you to your room, just so that we can all relax, and let it sink in.” I was hesitant to get up, and go into a different room with this man; I’ve never learned how to trust good things again. His office wasn’t an office, it was more like a bungalow, I didn’t see the door in the far corner of the room - unlike the last door, this one was well hidden.

Derek was well ahead of me when he opened the door, he made a slight bow, gesturing me to go through the door.

I wasn’t surprised that what I saw, wasn’t what I expected, there was all black, white and grey. A thin grey carpet with a black leather couch standing on its fur, a stainless steel desk in the center of the room, it looked like a model home. There was a bar against the wall, and more doors.

“Come on.” Derek pointed me to the doors farthest from the kitchenette.

“This is the bathroom, and this is where I sleep most of the time, so come on in whenever you need something, we still have the rest of the day.”

I was then escorted to the door that was across from his.

“This is where you’ll be staying.”  He didn’t bother opening the door, he just left to go do work at his desk in deep concentration, as he wore his onesie, like it matched everything in his little bungalow.

I raised my hand to grip the silver door knob, I did know what to expect, but I wasn’t scared that it would be something in worse conditions that what I’m living in right now.

On the other side of the door, the walls were a deep grey. A king sized bed with red velvet sheets was laying in the center of the room, and in the back corner, from the floor to the ceiling was a yellow, and purple lava lamp. In the center of the walls, were mirrors with drapes the could be pulled over them; which is exactly what I did.

“This is a nice place.” I jumped at the startling arrival of Shane.

“Where the hell have you been?” I was pissed that he had left.

“I left.” Shane smiled, and threw himself onto the bed.

“What do you mean you left, where could you have possibly have gone?” Shane ignored me for a while before he answered my question from around five minutes back.

“I just left, I do that a lot.” I threw myself on the bed, and my entire body sunk into the mattress, I didn’t care how early it was, I could have fallen right that second; which is exactly what I did.

 

*          *          *

 

“Wakie, wakie.” Shane was on top of me, and his face - as close as it was to me, wasn’t the prettiest thing to see first thing you wake up. He frightened me more than the mirrors do at some points.  

“How long was I out?” expecting Shane to actually know the time.

“Couple hours, three at the most.” He surprised me, he was too happy, but to my surprise - as was I; despite the real situation that we were in.   

The door began to bang, but for a change, there was a wait, he was waiting for permission to come in, I found myself scrambling to look half decent before I allowed him entrance, Shane on the other hand, just sat in the corner, day dreaming about how life was before everything changed.

“Come in.” Derek peaked in with a fisherman hat on his head, once he was fully in the room I was having second thoughts about him, he wore beige baggy shorts, and an orange Hawaii shirt with white and blue flowers all over.

“You ready to change?” Derek’s voice was over enthusiastic, which frightened me, but I made sure that it didn’t show.

 

He threw me a ball of black clothing, and shut the door; it was a pair of black skinny jeans, and a tight black V-neck. I wasn’t in enough shape to look good in the shirt, so my stomach appeared as a black lump jiggling above my belt, and I was too old for black skinny jeans to look the little amount of half decent, but I’ve been wearing an orange jumpsuit for the past two years- so I wasn't’ in any right to complain about whatever civilized clothing of the world he gave me to wear.  

Shane stood up with his hand under his chin, examining my ‘new look’.

“You look . . . ridiculously stupid; a retired old Italiano gang member.”  Shane continued laughing, trying to avoid collapsing onto the ground.

“Shut-up, I don’t look that bad.”  I tried to sound convincing, but my voice was cracking, and it didn't help that I kept on constantly readjusting my shirt continuously; convincing myself that my stomach bulge looked smaller each time I touched it.

I wanted to walk out feeling confident, but I was convinced that the outfit was winning this battle, because I felt as if I was walking out demented.

“You look . . . Damn it!  You look better than me.” I felt my eyes popping out, as I looked at his outfit in envy, not that it thought it looked any better, but at least it wasn’t suffocating him; unlike mine; morphing itself into my skin.

“We could trade outfits.” I forced a smile on my face, but anyone could see through it, and tell that I was in pain and discomfort, but Derek ignored that completely.

“Nonsense, come on - day one begins.” Derek began to walk outside, trusting that I’d follow him to entire time, without any funny business.

“Outside? Are we going outside?” Shane squealed in excitement, just like you would if you won the lottery.

“I guess-” before I could finish my sentence he bolted past me, the farther he got the more excited I got, until I found myself running up the stairs behind Derek, waiting to see the cricked pavement and smell the cigarettes, and fast food restaurants in the air; hear the cursing slip from the lips of children.

“Get in, and sit.” There was a subway; how much did the government invest in this prison? Shane had no second thoughts, but I didn’t like that there wasn’t anyone, but us on the train, it was eerie, yet that didn’t seem to bother Shane at all. Nothing important happened during the ride, I stared at Derek, Derek stare at me; gave the awkward smile when one of us caught each other, and then there was Shane with his questions.

“Are we there yet, How about now?” My tolerance for annoyance was slipping away, because I still didn’t know where we were going.

“Mind telling me where we are going.” Derek smiled, but he didn’t look up.

“It’s a surprise.” I rolled my eyes attempting to stay calm, and not blow my chances.

“And why is that?”

“Because.” Derek leaned back into a slouch, and leaned his head back against the window, cover his eyes with his fingers intertwined with one another.

“Because . . .” Trying to push him closer to saying more.

“Because . . .  why not?”  His mouth opened into a proud smile, exposing his perfectly placed teeth. It was silence throughout the rest of the ride, well - except for the endless childish curiosity of Shane's voice.  Derek dozed off, but I couldn’t block Shane out so easily.

Once the doors opened I saw nothing but the same lonely hall we started with, and a white door; just big enough to squeeze through. Derek launched himself up and through the door- even though I swear he was sleeping. I managed to catch up, Shane predictably, was basically on Derek’s toes.

“Welcome to your first day of training.” Derek opened the door, and walked on in, I of course followed him after Shane had ran through; practically forcing himself on Derek’s back, and my mouth dropped down to the floor in sight what I saw; fish.

 

Author's Note

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