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An Erotic Vineyard Mystery. A romantic mystery that starts slowly, but
the passion builds as the plot unfolds. Homicide detective Lieutenant
Shauna Hawkins is in Vegas with her friends Ted and Lisa and has to
find out just who got married last night. As a lesbian, that might be
awkward. A series of dead bodies makes it a lot more serious. This has
a real plot and three dimensional characters. It's more than just a
wanker.

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Chapter 12: Run over by the wagon
(c) 2006 by Wine Maker


The main dining room looked as ritzy as the rest of the house, and of
course, had crystal and silver all over the place. The polished table
could have seated twenty people, but today only had four places set
out. Ted and Lisa were seated close together on one side and the other
settings were across from them.

Grabbing my chair in one hand, I moved my things so that I was sitting
at the corner nearest them and Gretchen pulled hers next to mine. That
put us at a comfortable distance from them when we sat down.

Lurch brought out the food, starting with a serving of baked fish. He
rolled his eyes at our rearrangement of the seats, but said nothing.
The fish was divine. With a wave, I pointed at my glass. "How about
some wine?"

"What vintage would you prefer?" he replied in that snooty voice that
implied I wouldn't know a fine wine from Mad Dog 20/20.

My smile widened and I gestured at Ted. "Work it out with the vintner,
Lurch. I'll take whatever he thinks is good. And no substitutions or
additions!" I warned him sternly. Gretchen laughed and added her vote
to mine, as did Lisa.

Ted made a quick query and selected one wine from the short list Lurch
gave him. With a glance at me, he smiled at Lurch wryly. "Bring two
bottles, and we'll open them ourselves when we're ready."

After Ivan was gone, I looked at Gretchen. "See? Ted doesn't trust him,
either. It's those beady eyes of his."

Gretchen shook her head. "You guys! And don't think I didn't notice you
slipping the wine in, Hawk. You really shouldn't but I won't scream
about it _this_ time." Then she looked at Ted and Lisa. "The short
story about us is that we're making progress. What have you two been up
to today?"

"Ted spent the day with Hans, working out the final details of their
agreement and getting the papers written up to the lawyer's
satisfaction." Lisa grinned at her husband. "I'm glad I missed it."

Ted rolled his eyes with a smile. "I think we could review everything
one last time for you, just so you don't feel left out."

"Bite your tongue," Lisa said, making a cross of her fingers and
holding them up like she was warding off a vampiric attack. "I've got
no desire to be buried in contract law." She looked back at us. "I
spent the day in contemplation. I went to the park and wandered around,
trying to decide what I want to do with the offer Hans made me. After a
lot of soul searching, I decided I want to run for District Attorney in
Harris County," Lisa said, glancing back at Ted, "so that I can be
closer to home. I've decided to sell my house and move to the vineyard
when we get back to Texas."

I nodded. That made good sense and Lisa would make a great DA. "You
have my vote. Will you be moving your mom closer to you?"

Lisa's mother had been injured in a car accident a few years ago and
was comatose, being cared for in a long-term facility. This trip out of
Texas was the longest Lisa had been away from her beloved mother since
the accident.

"I think it would be best to find a good place closer to Ted's home,
our home - that is going to take some getting used to - so that I can
visit her as often as I need to," Lisa responded. "Hans said he knows
of some very good doctors that owe him some favors, so he will be
getting some second opinions from them for me. It would be wonderful if
she woke up," Lisa said wistfully. "I know it's not likely, but I can't
give up hope."

I reached over the table and took her hand in mine. "Never give up,
Lisa. In this life, anything is possible, and we have to believe that
miracles can happen." It did for me, I thought to myself, and she's
sitting right next to me. I gave her hand a final pat and let go. "If
the deal is settled, though, then what's next for you two? Back to
Texas?"

Lisa looked at Ted, obviously conflicted. "We want to stay here and
support you and Gretchen, but at the same time I really need to see
mother, and Ted has a vineyard to look after. I'm not just saying that
I want to stay, either. I want to be here for you both, really. We both
do."

Gretchen waved her hand. "I'm in good hands here. You two have your
lives to get back to, so don't let us stand in the way of what you need
to do. Hawk has a really good handle on things. Given your druthers,
when would you head back?"

We were interrupted by Lurch bringing in wine and Ted pouring us
glasses as Lurch left disdainfully.

"Tomorrow," Ted said softly. "I won't lie about it, we already have the
plane tickets. We _do_ want to stay, but we can't. I'm sorry, Hawk."

I smiled and shook my head. "I, of all people, understand that you have
business to take care of at home. I'm getting closer to torpedoing this
case against Gretchen every hour and I'm sure we'll beat it. I'll miss
you guys, though."

Ted and Lisa looked at each other and then uncertainly at me and then
Gretchen.

Gretchen smiled at them and sipped her wine. "If you two want to have
Hawk to yourselves tonight, I understand. I can find something to do
for the evening." Her voice was light, but I heard some pain in there.

"Actually, we're not looking for a way to lure Hawk off to have sex,
Gretchen," Lisa said uncomfortably. "Ted and I talked about this for
hours last night, and we decided that we need to get used to being
married, having it be just the two of us."

Both of them were focused on Gretchen, and they didn't see how stricken
I must have looked before a cold ache settled over me and I wiped the
sudden pain from my face. My ears were filled with a roaring sound that
had to have been coming from inside of me, since no one else seemed to
hear it.

I swallowed and forced a small smile onto my face. Three years ago I'd
lost my best friend when she left me for a man, for a family. I hadn't
listened to all the hints she'd no doubt dropped me, and I'd lost her
as a friend as well as a lover.

It was all happening again, and this time I knew I'd better be able to
handle the transition from lover to friend or I'd lose Lisa. And Ted.
I'd screwed up again, somehow.

It dawned on me as I took a drink to clear my throat of the massive
lump in it that the issue must be the baby. By getting pregnant, I'd
made them feel threatened. Oh, God.

It took a couple of sips before I felt like I could speak in a normal
voice. "I understand, Lisa, and it's okay."

Lisa smiled at me. "Thank you, Hawk. I do love you."

Yeah, as a friend. I got that. Life sucked. Taking another sip to give
me room to maneuver, I put up a wall between the hurt and me. I needed
to get away before I did something else wrong.

"I need to hit the ladies room," I said with the best smile I could
muster. "I'll be back."

I avoided looking at Gretchen as I rose and stepped out of the room.
Not that it mattered, I thought gloomily; she'd use that damned
emotional spidey sense and be pounding on the bathroom door before I
could pull myself together. I needed to be where she wouldn't find me.

Making up my mind quickly, I dodged into the Brown Room and closed the
door behind me. The lights were off, and the room was completely dark
except for the moonlight coming from the window between the partly
closed drapes. The room had an almost surreal air about it.

I walked to the window and stood there, bathed in the moonlight. It
wasn't really a window I found, but a pair of glass doors that opened
onto a small garden. The grounds were that ghostly shade that the moon
gives the earth, washed of all color. The mansion blocked a good deal
of the city lights.

For a few minutes, I watched the small trees blow in the breeze and let
my mind empty. In the city, I was never alone. Even when I was home,
the sounds of neighbors and passing traffic always intruded. Turning
back into the room, the sudden lack of light turned everything into a
deep, impenetrable gloom.

Feeling my way, I found the bar and grabbed a bottle of something. I
didn't even bother to try and read the label. I could have my own pity
party and let the others get to know each other without me. That would
probably make it easier. Once they got to talking, they wouldn't even
notice I was gone.

I opened the terrace doors and stepped into the night, closing the
drapes and then the doors behind me. Once more, I was part of the
night. Once I was outside, I saw a small table with some comfortable
looking lawn furniture on the other side of a couple of trees. I hadn't
been able to see them from inside the room. That was even better. The
temperature outside was cold, but not freezing. The temperatures had
risen some during the day. It was now in the fifties.

Not that someone hadn't thought ahead, I discovered when I set the
bottle on the table. There were a couple of blankets in a zippered
plastic holder in one of the chairs. I guess even in this weather
someone liked being outside. If I got too cold, I could use one.

Taking the bottle in hand, I tried to read what it was, but the light
was too dim. I did see that it was 25th anniversary, so it was probably
expensive as hell. I pulled the cork out with my teeth and spat it out
before taking a swig. It was some kind of whiskey. Smooth. Gretchen was
going to be pissed.

I sat down and took a deep drink. These last few days had been so
confusing. It had to be because I was out of my element. In a strange
place. I shouldn't be having all these feelings. That wasn't me, wasn't
the hog-riding Hawk with an attitude. That thought reminded me
painfully why I was here, though. I had been an idiot to even shelter
the notion that Ted and Lisa would want a third wheel in their
relationship, much less a fourth one. Normal people wanted a husband or
wife and a family, not someone hanging on from the outside. I was a
threat to Lisa, and she'd had to make a choice. Not that I could blame
her.

Taking another deep swallow, I felt the warmth inside start to push the
chill out of my body. It wasn't so cold out here after all. I leaned my
head back and looked at what stars I could see through the light
pollution of Boston. It was about as bad as Houston, I decided.

Ted made Lisa happy, and I had a real bad track record with
relationships. I'd be lucky if Gretchen stayed with me, really. She
didn't know the real me. The pressure that my work put on everyone I
knew. She wanted a child of her own. When would that come into play?
Lisa and Ted wouldn't let that mistake happen again. I knew now that
Lisa regretted it happening at all. That had probably been the deal
breaker for us as a trio, and if I'd had my head out of the clouds and
in the real world, I'd have known where this was heading. Where it had
to head. Lisa and Ted were leaving me, and Gretchen would soon tire of
me. As the desire for a child grew stronger, she would leave me, too.
Leave me in search of a man that could give her what I could not.

Over the next half hour, I drank half the bottle and was filled with a
warm glow. It wasn't real, I knew. But for now it would keep the pain
at bay. Lord knows I should know that for a fact. I held up the bottle,
feeling a little disconnected from my own body. This was therapeutic,
medicinal.

A light came on somewhere behind me, probably in the Brown Room, but I
knew I was safe in the shade of the trees. No one could see me out
here. Not from in there, anyway. A small voice whispered how they were
worried about me, but I dismissed it. It was probably just Lurch
counting the bottles of booze. I grinned at the thought of how upset he
would be when his count came up a bottle short. It would probably ruin
his whole evening. After a moment, the light went out, and I was once
more alone with the night. My grin faded with the light, and the dark
again took over my thoughts, seeped into my soul.

The sound of a bird flapping its wings disrupted my ever gloomier
thoughts. I looked around for it and finally spotted golden eyes
looking at me from the tree across the glade. I had no idea what kind
of bird it was, maybe an owl, but it was big. I raised the bottle to it
and drank a salute.

"To us," I said, hearing the slur in my voice, "creatures of the night.
Solitary huntresses!"

"Hawk?" A female voice called from somewhere around the house.

I clapped my hand over my mouth. Solitary hunters needed to remember
that they had to keep their damned mouths shut, I thought quietly,
hunched low in the seat. Maybe they would miss the table out here in
the trees and go back inside. Go back to the laughter and warmth. Leave
me alone to feel sorry for myself and the mess I'd landed my sorry ass
into.

The sound of footsteps on the grass behind me told me that my luck had
run out.

"Hawk! What are you doing out here?" Lisa asked, reaching down to touch
my shoulder. Her fingers felt hot, like those of a lover. Like a ghost
of what once was. "Oh my god, Hawk, you're freezing! Come back inside."

I shook my head and pulled the bottle from the table, taking a gulp
that burned going down and exploded in my middle. The shaking my head
part may not have been the best idea, because the world didn't really
seem inclined to keep to strict up and down. "No, I'm fine. You go on
back in and leave me be," I said carefully, so I wouldn't slur and make
her worried.

"You're solid ice," she told me sternly and took the bottle from my
numb fingers. "You've been drinking? You drank all this in the last
half hour? Gretchen's going to be furious. What's gotten into you?
Come inside. Now."

"No," I said mulishly. "I'm just in the way inside. Go back to Ted and
forget about me. I'm sorry I screwed everything up, and I just want to
be alone."

Lisa picked up the blankets and unzipped the bag, the noise incredibly
loud in the quiet night. "If you're not going in, at least you can have
a blanket to keep warm."

I didn't resist her covering me. I didn't feel cold. When I reached for
the bottle, she picked it up and moved it out of my reach.

"You've had enough," she said firmly as she sat down, wrapping another
blanket around herself. "Now, what are you all twisted into a knot
about? Is it because we don't want to have sex with you tonight?"

"I drove you away just like I did Sharon," I said, leaning forward and
snaring the bottle before she could get it back after putting on the
blanket. I got one good slug before she again took it away from me. "It
was getting pregnant," I assured her, so she would know I understood.
"I know that frightened you, and now all you want is to be friends.
I'll deal with that because I don't want to drive you completely away
like I did Sharon." My eyes began misting and I suddenly couldn't see
her clearly anymore. "You're my best friend. My only friend, and I
can't stand the idea of losing you."

I felt her arms wrap around me as the tears came. "Oh, Hawk, that's not
what's happening. I'm not rejecting you. Ted and I just need space to
get used to the idea of actually being a couple before we move forward.
The whole way this developed - Vegas, Elvis, you and Gretchen, this
thing with Hans and the murders - we didn't exactly have a chance to
think about being married, to accept it in our hearts and in our souls.
We know that you and Gretchen are a part of our lives, but Ted and I
have to build a foundation for our relationship, our marriage, and
define ourselves as the primary couple in our lives. To get an identity
that is all us. We need to be the couple, you and Gretchen need to be
the friends with benefits, and Ted and I have to know which is which.
Then we can be with you and Gretchen. I wasn't saying no, Hawk. I was
saying not right now."

Pushing her back, I wiped my eyes and stared at her. "You're still my
friend? You still love me?"

She smiled through her own tears and nodded. "You're an idiot," she
said tenderly. "A big, loveable, drunken idiot. If I didn't know about
Sharon, I'd feel really pissed and uncomfortable, but I do understand.
You need to do the same with Gretchen before you have sex with someone
else, too, you know. Bond with her. Let your relationship become the
center of who you are. Then you can open your arms to us and not be
afraid."

I snorted and tried to get the bottle, but Lisa set it on the ground
away from me. "She has sex with people for money." I said petulantly.
"How does that fit into this mess?"

"Does it bother you?" Lisa asked, sitting back down, but keeping my
hand in hers.

"Yes. No. Some," I admitted.

"Then ask her not to," Lisa said. "Ask her not to until you feel
comfortable with it."

"She'll fight me on that," I laughed. "She said I knew who she was when
we met and I can't tell her not to do it."

"She will if she loves you," Lisa said. "We talked about why we were
saying no after you left and she agreed with us, so she does
understand. Did you ask her to stop for a while or did you tell her to
stop?"

I stared at her. "What's the difference?"

Covering her eyes with her hand, she laughed. "Hawk, I am at a loss.
You're just you, and that's a fact. The difference is in how you
approach the issue. If you tell her what she has to do, she's going to
resist you. The harder you push, the more she'll resist. She's just as
stubborn as you are, and it's a fair bet that she has some issues at
the root of her behavior. Those are issues the two of you need to talk
about honestly."

"Asking her not to sleep with others is different, though. You are
asking her for the time and space you need. Time and space to accept
each other, establish your own foundations in each other, to become one
with each other. She loves you, Hawk, with a depth of feeling I don't
think you can even understand or believe in yet, and because she loves
you, she will give it up without a second thought or moment's regret.
But only if you _ask_ her."

She stood up and tossed her blanket onto the table. "But you don't need
to talk about it tonight, you certainly don't _want_ to talk about it
tonight, or you're going to get into a screaming argument. I'll talk
with her before we go to bed. Before she goes to bed with you."

"I'm not going to bed," I protested, resisting a little as she pulled
me to my feet.

"Oh, yes you are," Lisa said firmly. "You're staggering drunk, and when
Gretchen finds out, she'll go from worried to death to pissed off in
about three seconds."

"Well, then she can just suck my dick," I said blurrily. "I'm a big
girl now, with big girl panties."

Lisa laughed and slid an arm around my waist. As we started walking, it
quickly became evident that I wouldn't pass a field sobriety test. "You
don't have one. I know. So don't fight about it tonight, Hawk. Promise
me."

I mumbled something, but she shook me a little. "Speak up, Detective. I
didn't quite hear that."

"Fine," I grumbled as she held me up with one hand and opened the door
to the Brown Room with the other. "I promise. Unless she jumps my shit
,and then all bets are off and I take her sexy body down hard. She'd
like that," I assured Lisa. "She likes it rough. And I do have one. I
bought us some toys at the store today. Back when I'd hoped..."

"Does she now?" Lisa asked as she closed the door behind us. "I'm glad
you picked up some toys. Toys are fun. I'll hope you haven't broken
them all when we get together in a few months."

"It's too hot in here," I complained as she helped me stagger toward
the interior door, turning us in a half circle as I tried to escape
back to the lawn. "Let's go back outside."

"No!" Lisa said and wheeled me around and back into the room. The
darkness overwhelmed me and I almost fell over before she got me back
upright. "You're half-frozen and completely drunk. That is not a good
way to be outside when it's going to be freezing soon. Remember, you're
pregnant and you don't want to risk hurting the baby."

I pulled her to a stop and half fell against one of the seats before
sliding into it. Lisa made sure I didn't fall out of the chair and put
me down firmly into the seat, leaning me slightly so I could rest
against the arm of the chair.

"Will you love it?" I asked, wishing I could see her face. "Tell me you
won't hate me."

"Oh, Hawk." She knelt beside the chair and kissed me. Not like a
friend, but like a lover, her tongue hot and alive inside my mouth.

I grabbed her hair and kissed her as though I were a woman dying of
thirst in the desert, just handed a cup of water to drink. When I came
up for air, she pulled away.

"That's as far as we go tonight, but I do _not_ hate you," Lisa
whispered in my ear. "In a couple of months, as soon as Ted and I feel
comfortable, and as soon as you and Gretchen feel comfortable, I
promise we'll get together and do everything in bed you can think of. I
love you Hawk. Not the same as I love Ted, but except for Ted, you're
my best friend, too."

She stood up and caressed my cheek with her hand. "I'm going to go get
Ted and Gretchen to help get you to bed. Don't you dare go back outside
and no more booze for you. I don't want you falling over something and
hurting _our_ baby. Yours, Gretchen's, Ted's and mine. Our baby."

I swallowed and started crying. Dammit, I was a sloppy drunk.

Lisa kissed my forehead and went out the door. The light from the hall
hurt my eyes, so I turned away and curled myself into a ball, crying in
relief.

A few minutes later I heard the door open and could now see enough to
tell it was Ted and Lisa. Lisa was speaking into his ear, softly but
urgently. He nodded in agreement with whatever she was saying.

Then I heard Gretchen in the hall. "Where is she? Is she okay? Lisa?"
The door swung wide and she hurried in, looking around. "Why are the
lights out? Hawk?"

Suddenly, the room was filled with blinding light and I clapped my
hands over my eyes. "Argh."

Gretchen snagged me half off the chair. "Oh my god, I was so worried!
Where have..." She pulled back a little. "You smell like a brewery!
Have you been drinking?"

"Gretchen," Lisa said, "Don't climb her ass tonight; she's been
suffering from a personal crisis of her own. I'll explain what happened
while Ted gets her into bed."

"Wait," I said, my voice sounding odd even in my own ears. "I have to
say something." I uncovered my eyes and I could see Gretchen, kneeling
in front of me, a mixture of worry and anger on her face. I took her
hand in mine.

"We talked about each of us having our own problems," I said, hearing
my voice slur and having to focus on speaking slowly and carefully,
looking her in the eyes, "and I was run over by one of mine tonight.
It's not about you. It was never about you. I'm sorry. I fell apart
over a misunderstanding and the pain in my past. I understand you're
mad. I deserve it. I deserve everything you do to me, but I need to
know that you love me."

Gretchen's eyes widened and she pulled me into a hug. "Never doubt that
I love you. I don't know why sometimes, but I love you and I'm loving
you more every day. I don't want you to ever wonder about that." She
pulled back and glared at me a little. "Even when I rake your ass over
the coals for getting shit-faced and shutting me out. And for
endangering our baby."

"Our baby," I said, waving an arm around and trusting the chair to
catch me when the room spun. "Do you see the baby as all of ours?"

Gretchen quirked a smile. "Yes. All four of us. Lisa and Ted talked
with me about it when you left for the bathroom and we're all on the
same page." She blinked in surprise. "Is that what this is all about?
You're upset because they won't sleep with us right now?"

Lisa stepped in smoothly. "That's enough for right now. I'll explain
while Ted gets Hawk put to bed. He has some experience getting her in
bed drunk."

"Too bad I won't get the same entertainment as last time," I said
grumpily.

Gretchen searched my face and slowly nodded. "Okay, I'll tear a strip
off her tomorrow." She leaned forward and kissed me even more
thoroughly than Lisa had. "I love you more than anything or anyone,
Hawk. Remember that when you pay the piper tomorrow, because we're
going to hash this out. I won't have you running to a bottle and away
from me. We're in this together."

Gretchen stepped back and Ted slid his arm around my waist and lifted
me off the chair and into his arms.

I put an arm around his neck and protested. "I can walk."

Ted laughed and started out into the hall. "You're lucky I don't put
you in a fireman's carry and paddle you after the scare you gave us."

I blinked back more tears and looked at his face as he carried me. "I
can see some shircum..." I stopped and spoke slowly. "Cir-cum-stances.
Times I _might_ let you do that."

Ted just laughed harder and carried me up the stairs. Out of the corner
of my eye, I saw an upside down image of Lurch. I think he was scowling
at me.

"Stop here, Ted. I need to throw up on Lurch."

"We'll make a stop in the bathroom, but you be nice to Ivan," Ted said
reprovingly. "He has your bed all ready for you."

"Be nice to him?" I asked. "Are you drunk, too?"

That burst of laughter kept Ted amused until we were in Gretchen's and
my room. He set me on the bed and I promptly fell over onto my side.
Undeterred, he started taking off my shoes.

"Will you take advantage of me?" I asked. "I think I'm properly drunk."

He smiled at me and slid his hands up my legs in a way that made
goosebumps spring up all over my body. "No, though I wish I could.
Hawk, Lisa's right. Once you're sober, you'll realize it, too. It's not
forever. It's just a couple of months to let Lisa and me settle into
our relationship, and to let you and Gretchen settle into yours.
Gretchen's already agreed we can all take a cruise or something in a
few months and make a big deal out of getting to really, _really_ know
one another. I'm not rejecting you and neither is Lisa. We love you,
but what you have with Gretchen is special, and deserves to be treated
as such. For this to work, Lisa and I have to be secure in our love for
each other. Once we have that that, having sex with you and Gretchen
will be about friendship and having fun."

I groaned and covered my eyes with my hand. "But Ted, it's just so...
You're friends and you're family. I wish I knew what to do."

All the while he was talking, he continued to strip me out of my
clothes, moving me as required to get everything off. When I was naked,
he leaned over me and kissed me deeply, letting his hand dip between my
legs to caress me gently once, lighting a low fire inside me that I
wanted to quench.

"That's not nice," I complained, "if you're not going to ravish me."

Ted grinned at me and helped me stand up. "Time to go potty. You can
dream about me bending you over a desk for a few months and that will
just have to tide you over."

"Gretchen told you?" I asked, aghast. "That's not very fair." I let him
help me into the bathroom and hold me upright while I peed.

When I was done, he took some toilet paper and wiped me clean,
restarting all those warm, squishy feelings low in my belly. Although
still woozy, it struck me as especially intimate. I opened my legs
wider, but he stopped.

"You stopped," I complained again. "No fair starting and stopping."

"Any more than two shakes or five wipes is playing with yourself," he
quipped. "Do you need to throw up?"

I shook my head and smiled at him. "No, I need to get off."

Ted helped me up and back out to the bed. He slid me between the sheets
and gently covered me up with the blanket. Then he kissed me deeply and
let his hand wander under the covers, to my sex. He kept kissing me
hotly and used his fingers to good effect, rousing me higher and
higher. In just a few minutes of panting, moaning and kissing I came
with my back arched high.

Ted held me while I calmed. "I shouldn't have done that," he admitted,
"but I needed you to be sure that there isn't a problem between us."

"If it's going to cause trouble..." I started before he shook his
head and cut me off.

"No, openness and honesty is the only way. I'll tell Lisa and
Gretchen," Ted said. "You go to sleep and dream of Gretchen. She loves
you a lot. You know that, right?"

I nodded, already feeling the arms of Morpheus pulling me deeper into
some warm realm where I was comfortable and safe. "And I love her. And
I love you, Ted. Just like I love Lisa. My family, with benefits."

Ted kissed my forehead and turned out the light. After the door closed,
I drowsed and the world faded away into a cloud of peace.

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