Published: 07 Nov 2016

Sid Barnes the districts police sergeant was town born and arrogant, one could also apply corrupt to that description. At twenty-eight or there about Sid was still a bachelor, living rent free at the Railway Hotel, with few possessions or friends, he was overweight, self opinionated and scruffy. At work Barnes was hedonistically resourceful. In reality he was a drunken bully, making life most difficult for anyone he disliked, equally so towards the two constables under his charge. Russell Cummings, the more recent posting and the slightly older Warren Payne, who had been assigned to the town since leaving Cadet School. These factors were somewhat detrimental for Esca as the sergeant deemed he was the brains behind the chemist break in. Believing he had gaoled the monkey but not the organ grinder, then if he could not incarcerate Esca he would at least make life difficult for him.

Barnes also had a dark spot deep within that part of the human brain that can not be shared even with one’s closest acquaintance. It was an urge and nothing more, without form or name. His infliction had occasionally surfaced since his teenage years, more so when in the school cadets. Then whenever it occurred he would feed it with sex and many of his conquests could have been considered rape. On one occasion his forcefulness had been reported but the young lady withdrew her complaint. Now his position and a certain indescribable magnetism brought women to his bed. Many were drawn to him as a moth would be to light, drawn to his danger, excited by his primeval dark character. Most were married, looking for escape from their small town existence. Yet such conquests were only masking what was hiding away as a dark stain on his soul. An aberration he could not allow to surface and when it chanced to do so drove him towards self loathing and cruelty.

Lunch time found Barnes at the Railway Hotel with his recently appointed constable, in his words showing the new recruit the ropes, while subtly laying the foundations for corruption.

Russell Cummins at twenty-two had been posted to town after an incident in the city. A group of officers had over stepped their mandate, so were posted to the country to appease their complainants. Cummins had been one of the reprimanded offices but not repentant, bringing his city ways and prejudice to the country with him, now to add corruption to that arsenal; A tall strong man with cropped blond hair, ruggedly handsome face and fair complexion, a man whose appearance gave one a false sense of security, disguising his overpowering revengeful greedy attitude.

Stepping out of the Railway Hotel the two police officers almost fell over Esca as he passed on his way to the supermarket. Esca apologised and moved on.

“Hey Brody; get back here!” Barnes shouted bringing Esca to turn.

“What are you doing back in town?” The sergeant demanded closing in on the lad until his distance became threatening. Esca lowered his eyes.

“I thought we saw the last of you when your old man topped himself.”

“Sorry sir.” Was all Esca could think of to answer. He did so without appeasing Barnes’ rile.

“You still owe for the chemist break in.” Barnes accused. Esca remained silent realising protesting further his innocence would be fruitless.

“On your way but I’ll be watching you.” Barnes growled, once again feeling an urge rise from deep within his primeval thoughts. Was it the look of the lad or Esca’s subservient response? Barnes didn’t know. All he knew was he didn’t like the impulse.

“Keep an eye on that kid.” Barnes demanded of Cummins, who being of equal mind agreed.

“I know him from somewhere.” Cummins disclosed as he watched Esca enter into the supermarket.

“He’s local but has been away since his old man shot himself.” Barnes declared feeling his ‘black dog’ dissolve from his emotions.

Russell Cummins would keep an eye on Esca and eventually would recall why he thought he knew the lad. He always did.

Esca didn’t honour his meeting with Luke on the Saturday. He wished to but after his encounter with Barnes decided to keep to himself, instead he climbed Butcher’s Hill on the Sunday morning. Once again there was a storm brewing and the hill gave good advantage. Esca liked watching storms. The power excited him, while the electricity in the air seemed to surge within, releasing the sap of life and youth. He had hardly reached the top before noticing Luke advancing up the slope towards his advantage. Luke arrived beaming his usual jovial smile.

“Morning Luke,” Esca greeted as the lad reached the top.

“I waited for you yesterday.” Luke proclaimed taking a seat on the closest flat stone.

“You see that pile of rocks over there?” Esca asked pointing towards the high pile of stones. “I built that with my dad when I was a kid.”

“Not all of it, I’ve added to it.” Luke declared proudly. “I saw you talking to the cops.” He added.

“Yea that Barnes has it in for me; he thinks I had something to do with the Chemist break in.”

“Barnes is an old poof.” Luke declared avidly.

“What makes you say that, I believe he’s rooting half the women in town?” Esca asked surprised by his friend’s declaration.

“I can’t rightly say, suppose I just feel it, maybe it’s the way he looks at you, or stands close when talking.”

“That’s just his way; cops use it to unsettle people.”

“Na, he’s a poof, I can tell.” Luke confirmed.

“How did you know I’d be up here?” Esca asked.

“I’ve been following you around.”

“That’s sick Luke.” Esca declared thinking he should be angry with the lad but couldn’t bring himself to be so. He shook his head in disbelief.

“I follow most people at one time or another. There’s bugger all else to do in town.” Esca accepted his friends reasoning even if it did seem somewhat strange in one so young.

“Have you driven your dad’s Ute yet?” Luke asked after some minutes of silence.

“How did you know about the Ute?” Esca asked surprised its existence was known to the lad.

“I know how to get into most buildings around town.” Luke answered then as quickly added; “only to look, I don’t pinch anything.”

“I suppose I can include that to your strange ways. Esca shook his head in disbelief with Luke’s antics. “As for the car, no I haven’t taken it out of the shed as yet.” Esca concluded.

“Why not take me for a swim at the Two Mile?” Luke suggested enthusiastically, diverting the conversation from illegal entry and stalking.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Come on Esca, it would prevent me from following people for a while.” Luke laughed.

“Maybe some day, I’ll think about it.”

The Two Mile was where the town once obtained its water supply, before the pipe from the Sunrise Dam was established. Its situation a little more than its name suggested west of town, consisting of a deep pool of clear cool water and a waterfall that only flowed during periods of heavy rain. Before the town had its own pool, it was the town’s swimming hole. Now it was seldom visited by anyone, except those into naked swimming and the occasional picnic.

The two fell silent for some time, watching the town’s folk as like ants dreamily going about their business in the streets below. Eventually Luke spoke.

“Did you know you’re Uncle George is in town?” He asked incidentally.

“No I didn’t, he hasn’t been around to the house.” Esca received the information with much surprise and some trepidation.

“He has but you weren’t home so he took a room at the Railway Hotel.”

“How do you know that?” Esca asked inquisitively.

“I saw him outside the Post Office.”

“Did you tell him I was back?” Esca asked sternly. Unsure if he wished to be reunited with his uncle’s deviancy.

“I didn’t have to his boozy mates at the Railway Hotel let him know; he said he is coming around to see you tonight.” As Luke spoke the naked figure of John Rush appeared among the head stones in the cemetery, bobbing up and down among the marble edifices as if he were reading the inscriptions.

“Look its Rush.” Luke exclaimed pointing towards the distant naked figure, moments before he once again disappeared into the scrub.

“What is it with him?” Esca enquired shaking his head in disbelief.

“Don’t rightly know, one day he was dressed in town. The next he was naked in the scrub but no one seems to worry. His mum said it was just a phase he was going through and would grow out of it. ” Luke explained.

“But why naked?”

“Haven’t you ever wanted to run naked through the town?” Luke asked, releasing a cheeky smile as if he would be most pleased to discover Esca in such a state.

“Not bloody likely, do you?”

“No but you must admit it would really piss of the olds and think of the time you would save washing clothes and money not buying them and water not taking showers.” Luke answered obviously entertained by his own response.

“Rush would stink.” Esca added.

“Suppose after a while you wouldn’t smell yourself and bugger anyone else.”

“Why would you want to piss off your parents?” Esca asked diverting away from John Rush and his nakedness.

“Suppose it’s because they piss me off.”

“Don’t you like your parents?” Esca asked thinking of his own situation and how lucky Luke was. At least his father didn’t belt him.

“I like them alright but I don’t think they like me much, I was once told I was an accident as mum didn’t want kids,” Luke divulged somewhat despondently. Esca refrained from commenting further as there was little he could add or distract from Luke’s judgment.

“Anyway Luke isn’t it parent’s job to piss off their kids?” Esca asked.

“And it’s the kid’s job to piss off the parents.” Luke as quickly responded.

“There’s no stopping you is there?”

“Nope.”

Esca was preparing his meal, the radio blaring on some country station; its hillbilly music punctuated by local town advertising and so loud he didn’t hear the knocking at the door until its second rendition. Esca turned down the radio before answering the door. It was his Uncle George, smiling superciliously while carrying a box containing half a dozen long neck bottles of beer.

“G’day Kiddo I heard you were back in town.” George greeted then without invitation pushed past Esca towards the kitchen. He dumped his box on the table.

“Dinner time eh?” He spoke, sniffing the fragrance of frying onions.

“Suppose I have enough for two.” Esca said begrudgingly, adding more sliced onions to the mix.

“When did your mother leave?” George asked.

“Some time back; she’s gone to live with Jenny down at Port Stanley and has put the house up for sale.” Esca explained, surprised his uncle hadn’t heard of his mother’s departure.

“Oh I’ve been travelling for some time and hadn’t heard.” George answered incidentally.

George opened a bottle using an opener he carried for such emergencies and in the shape of a woman’s leg.

“Where are your glasses?” He asked searching the kitchen dresser, with its broken door and cracked glass panel. “I’ll fix that while I’m here.” George declared but knew he would not. He had promised to do so during his previous visit in appreciation for his board but with George he was full of good intent but lacking in application.

“I’ve only one glass and a couple of coffee mugs.” Esca answered placing a glass and chipped mug on the kitchen table, “don’t have visitors.” He hinted. George poured the beer.

“By the way how did you know I was back?” Esca asked.

“I had a couple of coldies with Sid Barnes.”

“I don’t know you were on friendly terms with Barnes?” Esca asked, adding two large beef steaks to the hot pan. They sizzled loudly while Esca counted the seconds. At the allotted time he turned the steaks then lowered the heat. Yet they still came out of the pan more akin to shoe leather. He was amazed at his ability to ruin a good steak.

“We were at school together but I wouldn’t say we were friends. He hated your father.”

“He doesn’t think much of me either, maybe you can get him off my back.” Esca complained. He set a second place to the table and served the meal.

“Wouldn’t do any good, he doesn’t listen to anyone.”

“So you went to school with Barnes?” Esca asked.

“That I did.”

“What was he like at school?” Esca asked from a mouth full of potato chips.

“A right mean bastard.” George reminisced. “But not to me, I had my ways.”

“You did know dad died?” Esca asked, as he had not heard from George since long before his own departure.

“I was here for his funeral but we didn’t know how to contact you or Jack.”

“Why are you back now?” Esca’s question was laced with disapproval.

“Same as you I suppose, your home town is always that and occasionally you get the urge to return.” George sounded somewhat nostalgic but didn’t convince his nephew. More to the point he had run out of money and was in need of a free meal and lodgings until his next dole cheque.

“Are you staying at the Railway?” Esca enquired while helping himself to another glass of his uncle’s beer.

“Over night – I was going to push on tomorrow if I couldn’t find any of my old crowd around, or bunk down here for a few days. I don’t suppose you have any spare cash?” George cadged.

“Sorry mate, like you I rely on the dole.” Esca answered. He did have the money from his father; it remained uncounted in its envelope and still in the car’s glove department but he had no intention letting his uncle have it.

“Suppose I couldn’t stay here for tonight? It would save the cost of the hotel room.” George suggested. On hearing Esca was back he had already cancelled his hotel accommodation in anticipation, besides in likelihood he would have skipped town before paying his bill.

“Guess so, you can use Jack’s old room, there’s a mattress in the shed, I’ll set it up for you.”

“It’s late; I’ll kip in with you.”

“Not bloody likely, I know what you’re like. I’ll get the mattress.”

Over breakfast the conversation settled, George realised he wasn’t going to receive a financial hand out from his nephew, while Esca had many questions to ask of his uncle, of which the whereabouts of his brother Jack was most paramount. Unfortunately George wasn’t able to help, he had run into Jack in some northern bush pub, had borrowed money, leaving town soon after before Jack came looking for repayment but that was long ago. At that stage Jack told George he was heading for Weipa to work in the mine.

“What is Jack like?” Esca asked. His recollection of his older brother was that through the eyes of a young boy, at best hazed by the passing years and veiled by his youthful adoration.

“Jack’s tall and strong not remotely similar to you, nor your father, he must be a throw back on your mother’s side, or maybe the baker.” George answered from inside the refrigerator looking for beer. “He’s a good looking bugger.” He concluded without finding any.

“You finished it last night; why do you drink so much?” Esca complained.

“To drown out the noise of the world,” George gave a disappointed sigh shutting the refrigerator door with a thud and agreeing to tea or coffee.”

“It will have to be tea I’m out of coffee.”

George accepted the offer of tea.

“You shouldn’t have any problems; you haven’t family or job to worry you.” Esca commented somewhat sarcastically. George refrained from answering.

“Did you know dad – your brother, use to beat both Jack and I with that bloody whip of his?” Esca asked, watching his uncle’s reaction through the steam from his mug. George didn’t admit knowledge instead he gave rendition how his father beat both himself and his brother, Esca’s father. Adding without the slightest hint of remorse, they survived.

“What about you George are you violent because of Grandad?” Esca asked believing his uncle’s statement somewhat evasive. In Esca’s opinion it should transfer to not wishing to treat your kids with the same cruelty.

“Do you want to go to the pub for a few beers this arvo?” George suggested shifting away from the behaviour of their fathers.

“As I said I don’t have the cash, besides I have doubts if they will serve me at the Royal or the Railway, most blame me for dad’s death.” Esca explained.

“If they blame you, they should equally blame Jack, he was the first to leave home.”

“He’s not around and I’m not leaving.” Esca concluded, clearing the breakfast table.

“Good for you Kiddo!” George declared with much vigour.

Three days later, after collecting his dole money, George left for what he called greener pastures, promising he would look in on Esca now and then and if he were to meet up with Jack would be sure to have him contact home.

Esca was once again alone and happy for it, George had a tendency to hover, giving the feeling his hands were always inside one’s trousers, or wishing to be. His language was constantly on sex, without implication if the subject were male of female, while encouraging Esca to recollect the good old days, a time when the lad didn’t reject his uncle’s advances.

“Good old days.” Esca chuckled, pulling back the cover from his father’s utility, his thoughts returning to those cold dark nights, with George’s hand creeping ever closer, concluding he did enjoy those nights but had no wish to repeat the performance with his uncle.

From under the drab grey cover came the shine of the vehicle’s paintwork; perfection without a single scratch while reflecting his father’s pride. It was now his to use as he wished. He could thrash the motor at ever revving speed, or drive it through the scrub receiving maltreatment from the undergrowth but this would not reap revenge on his father, besides did he still require revenge. He thought not. Time was dulling this need almost to the point of forgiveness.

The shed was crammed with a decade of collection, boxes of car parts, old bedding, cooking utensils, holed and burnt, displaying his mother’s cooking ability. Also furnishings, much of which Esca had not seen since he was a boy, bringing back a flood of memory. He sifted through his good memories and smiled remorsefully after discovering a box containing his brother’s school books, while another contained Jack’s clothing, neatly folded and lovingly arranged within the container but covered with years of dust and mouse droppings. Esca lifted the top garment disturbing a nest of mice. “Shit” he exclaimed loudly, quickly closing the lid and casting the box side as some mice scurried out of a hole in the box’s base to disappear under a pile of rusting gardening instruments. Forgetting the mice and Jack’s belongings, he commenced to clear away the remaining boxes.

Once the junk in front of the vehicle had been removed Esca sat himself in the driving seat. His hands firmly gripping the steering-wheel, his eyes fixed on the keys hanging from the ignition. Esca turned the ignition key, ‘click- click- click.’ The battery was totally flat.

“Did I see a battery charger in one of those boxes?” Esca mumbled once again sifting thought the junk. He did; finding the charger in the third box, below was another containing a number of extension leads. Someone was looking after him.

It took three extension leads to connect the kitchen to the car. Esca flicked the switch, leaving the mains power to do its work. He would check the battery level in the morning. During the rest of the day Esca felt uneasy. The memories received from the junk in the shed left him yearning. Were they happier times? He wondered. His father appeared to be more settled then, or was it because he had his wife and Jack to ply his frustrations upon, so with the departure of Jack, Esca became his father’s attention. Eventually the cloud lifted, transferring his thoughts to more pleasant times and the hope of those to come.

With the morning the vehicle started first turn of the key. Esca gently eased the utility out of the shed, before returning what he had removed to its new position at the shed’s rear. He was pleased with what he saw. The vehicle was somewhat dusty but with a quick hosing down it once again returned to its flawless mid-night blue and chrome. Back in the kitchen Esca couldn’t prevent himself from gazing through the window at the vehicle while preparing his breakfast. ‘Maybe he would take Luke for his suggested swim.’ He thought with the crunch of toast and vegemite. ‘Maybe not,’ he quickly added thinking what would be said if they were seen together. There goes that murdering child molester, or worse. He smiled while recollecting Luke’s suggestion on sex and how disappointed those deep blue eyes appeared when rejected. ‘Maybe,’ Esca thought, “or maybe not,” he concluded loudly, “but I would like to.”

Later in the afternoon Esca climbed back into the Utility’s cabin and was soon travelling the town’s streets, being sure to obey all driving regulations and the speed limit. Eventually he headed out of town towards the cross roads where soon after hitting the bitumen he was pulled over by Constable Russell Cummins, who had been on road patrol for most of the afternoon, without issuing a single speeding ticket.

“Mr. Brody would you please step outside the vehicle,” Cummins more demanded than asked. Esca obeyed in readiness he extracted his driving licence from his wallet. Cummins accepted it, then after scrutiny of the document, commence to check the vehicle for road worthiness. Finding the vehicle sound he returned to Esca.

“Whose vehicle is this Mr. Brody?” Cummins demanded.

“It belonged to my father.” Esca answered.

“Does he know you are driving it?” The constable asked roughly.

“He’s dead.” Esca replied bluntly returning his licence to his wallet.

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” Cummins asked, his voice inquisitive, his eyes searching.

“I don’t think so.” Esca answered, believing his response true as he hadn’t any recollection of the policeman, or any other member of the law establishment approaching him, except of course Barnes who didn’t count. The Sergeant only did so out of menace.

“I do Mr. Brody; sooner or later it will come to me.” He paused, “piss off then.” He concluded and returned to his vehicle.

Esca slowly pulled away from the side of the road being sure to use his blinker while watching his speed. Cummins filed in behind Esca for some distance, losing interest when a vehicle speed past from the opposite direction, giving the eager police officer reason to commence his day’s quota.

Esca returned the Ute to its shed and relocked the door. Once inside the house his thoughts returned to Cummins’ recollection of him. It couldn’t be so. He had never had reason to be questioned by any police office, except for Barnes over the Chemist raid. Nothing came to him, ‘spooky there is some poor person out there who looks like me.’ Esca concluded. Leaving the house he headed towards the town but ended up near Butcher’s Hill – his security blanket.

There was someone on top of the Hill who appeared to be waving towards him. Climbing closer he recognized it to be Luke. Esca approached.

“What are you doing up here?” He asked, looking upon the lads grinning face.

“You’re not the only one who comes up here when they have a problem.” Luke answered.

“And what would your problem be?” Esca asked his voice low and teasing.

“I could have one but I was actually waiting for you.”

“Are you following me again?” Esca demanded trying to sound angered.

“I suppose a sort of reverse following but from the front, I knew eventually you would come up here.” Luke declared.

“I’m here now what, seems to be worrying you.”

“I hate this town and like you it hates me.” Luke answered still retaining his cheeky smile.

“One day Luke you will be old enough to leave.” Esca thought his words appeared somewhat empty; maybe even a touch to adult for his own youthful years.

“Only if I can go with you,” Luke fired back almost before Esca had divulged his wisdom. “I saw John Rush a while back in the scrub behind your place.” Luke added displaying a measure of interest in the fact.

“Naked I suppose.” Esca answered.

“As he was born, his hair is almost down to his backside. He probably uses it for toilet paper.”

“He never washes he must stink.” Esca presumed.

“I guess but he does have a good body and.” Luke refrained from advancing his statement.

“And what Luke, do you fancy him?”

“A bit I suppose but not as much as I do you.”

“I’ll give you full marks for persistence. While on the subject of marks, how’s school?” Esca asked.

“I hate it.” There was conviction in Luke’s answer, which drove Esca to enquire further.

“You have another year yet.” Esca declared.

“It can’t go soon enough.”

“How are your marks?” Esca repeated.

“Best in class – why?”

“No reason, what do you want to do once you finish?”

“Drift with you – anywhere.” Luke declared most emphatically and without remorse.

“What about your parents, what do they expect of you?” Esca enquired, again thinking he was sounding much to adult for the conversation.

“As I said, they don’t like me much and I don’t think much of them but mum wants me to be a doctor so she can appear important with her friends. I do have an Aunt in town that’s half decent.” For a rare occasion the permanent smile dropped from Luke’s lips but returned almost immediately, “Have you thought any more about sex with me?” He asked cheekily. Esca didn’t respond.

For a while both sat in silence their gaze towards the town. Their thought’s vacant until Luke broke into the mood stating that Tom Jackson, who owned the shoe shop, was having it off with Mrs. Keen.

“Who is Mrs. Keen?” Esca asked. He believed he knew most of the town’s folk but had not encountered her before.

“That posh woman with the three girls; lives up the top end of Stanley Street; works at the Rose.” Luke advised surprised Esca didn’t know the woman.

“How do you know that?”

“Heard my parents talking, her husband Barry is out of town, working in the mines or something and she sneaks out after dark, when the kids are asleep.” Luke was enjoying telling his tale of clandestine activity while feeding his story piecemeal to his friend.

“Just gossip Luke, a person can be destroyed by what you have told me.” Esca warned.

“Not gossip, I followed her one night, also Father Muller’s been at it, probably one of his Altar boys.” Luke added.

“Again how would you know that?” Esca asked amazed at what came out of such a young head.

“I heard him through the rectory window; disgusting an old man and a priest.” Luke couldn’t imagine anyone over thirty having sex, that included his parents but he knew they did so. He had heard them at it. He shuddered at the thought of all that moist sagging skin.

“What makes you think Muller is having boys?” Esca asked.

“I don’t really know but I’ve seen him with them, the old crow has that look your Uncle George gets and he walks like a girl.”

“George doesn’t walk like a girl.” Esca commented.

“Not George, the priest.”

Not wishing to be so involved in the town’s affairs Esca changed the subject. For a moment he thought of George but could not identify the characteristics in his uncle described by his friend. To him George appeared and acted quite masculine, even with his innuendos on sex. In the company of others the innuendo’s disappeared and his conversation and attitude were quite normal.

“Is that the end of your scandal?” Esca asked.

“Almost, I have one more but it’s funnier than anything else.”

“What would that be?” Esca asked his voice low and teasing.

If what Luke had to disclose was humorous then his expression didn’t appear to relate the wit. He commenced with a question.

“Do you remember the Bevan twins?” Luke asked.

“Vaguely, why?” Esca answered growing somewhat weary with Luke’s interpretation of country life, thinking his friend would be most capable in writing a Dear Dorothy column for the local rag.

“They have only just turned seventeen and are both up the duff.”

“What’s so funny about that?”

“I suppose you remember Max Gordon?” Luke added.

“Again sort of, he’s about your age isn’t he and lives the other end of town near the Primary School, his dad is a doctor?”

“That’s him and not yet sixteen and has both twins pregnant.” Luke sniggered.

“I don’t see the joke.” Esca declared somewhat amused with the lack of humorous quality in Luke’s telling.

“Well the poor bugger didn’t realise who he was rooting, Arthur or Martha. The twins were running shifts and he was having both Alice and Brenda, the parents are furious and Gordon’s all but locked in his room and his mother walks him to school and collects him. He offered to marry one but couldn’t decide which one.” Luke burst into laughter.

“So that’s supposed to be funny?”

“Was to me,” Luke declared without showing empathy.

“Did you know my dad?” Esca enquired changing the subject away from sex and who was rooting who.

“Not really, saw him around town but my dad didn’t like him and I never had him as a teacher.”

“What about my brother Jack?”

“Na I was only around nine or ten when he left and wasn’t interested in older boys.” Luke answered honestly.

“What you were interested in boys at that age?” Esca asked in amazement.

“Even younger but I didn’t actually do anything until I met George.”

“How do you know you’re gay Luke?”

“Just am.” Luke answered incidentally, “When are you going to take me swimming?” He added.

“With Cummins following me I don’t think that is possible.” Esca explained

“But you would like to?”

“I’m not going to answer that,” Esca laughed, “on the grounds it may incriminate me.” He concluded in the same humorous vein.

“I could meet you out there? Luke suggested, seeing he wasn’t getting anywhere with his request to be driven but Esca had closed down the conversation on swimming at the Two Mile, even if the proposal was most inviting.

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