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Hananiah Registered: Jan '03	Date Posted: 2/12/07 4:25pm Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral
	I am mostly playing catch up-bit I just wanted to say that I really like this story, and it was both hilarious and really sad to hear Dex talk about the life Siri and Obi Wan could have had and Siri trying to tell him he is dead. I can't wait for an update -----signature----- Buffy:"Laura Ashley is definitely back" Willow: "You think?" Buffy:"She's back and this time it's personal.You see they mated her with the home depo guy and that's how we got Martha Stewart" BTVS unaired pilot
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Noelie Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 2/12/07 5:16pm Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral
	Anakin still believes. What can the young man do to get them all to listen? It was a beautifully written service. -----signature----- The relationship that has been created in this unique universe is so memorable, and so beautiful. It makes the heart ache. As far as I'm concerned, it's canon.~Ratna on the Noelaverse Proud member of the UPR
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Jaded_Rose Registered: Nov '06	Date Posted: 2/12/07 5:21pm Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral
	Outside the chamber, the setting sun found an opening and its light stretched through clouds and found its way through the embrasures to add its light to the pyre. Light and fire danced intertwined over the all but empty pyre. Shifting light: shades of blue and yellow, deepened into reds and oranges as the flames reached upwards finding nothing but a single Naboo rose wound with Haleothe. Unseen within the twists was tucked a commemorative Naboo coin. I was doing okay until I reached that part! The service was absolutely beautiful, but I cried so hard... I can't wait for our Obi update! J_Ro -----signature----- The pen is mightier than the sword, if it has been sharpened to a fine point, dipped in deadly poison and thrown from ten feet away. But really, you're better off with a sword. -America, The Book
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obsessedwithSW Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 2/12/07 6:28pm Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral
	Siri pursed her lips. Yoda never failed to poke whatever wound bled the most, likening it to letting the poison out so the wound would heal. “They’re almost old enough to fight in the war. That makes them almost old enough to die. I intend they have the skills to live.” “So greater skill should Obi-Wan have had? Died, did he, a capable warrior when he should have been exceptional – a Jedi of legend?” Yoda had stopped and leant on his gimer stick, eyes staring intently into hers. He saw too much. She formed her reply with difficulty. “I wasn’t talking about Obi-Wan.” Damn him. Damn him for making her think of him. Damn him for dying! God old Yoda so insightful yet oddly not insightful enough! Wonderful post. I really enjoyed your use of words. -----signature----- Yes Darth Maul -bring sexy back! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JW8kOYvwVng Avid SiriWaner ! Stories in Bio
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Luna_Nightshade Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 2/13/07 6:57am Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral
	Such a beautiful and moving memorial service. I especially liked Padme's tributes from Naboo--they were really fitting and touching to think about, considering how Obi-Wan and Padme first met. I also love how Anakin refuses to participate in any of it because he has such faith. Absolutely stunning as always, with your gorgeous mastery of words. Much , VS--but now we must lose the beauty to think about Obi-Wan's torture, and that makes me nervous. I can't imagine what all has been done to him, but I can't wait for more. -----signature----- It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.
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Valairy_Scot Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 2/16/07 3:36pm Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral
	Gkilkenny: Sure, the trick is to write it as if it were real, because to them it is. Just like I write Palpy as a concerned, grandfatherly type – because that is how he presents himself. Dianethx: It’s so much fun to write Obi-Wan’s “death” and/or “funeral” when it’s not the real thing. All the angst without the pain. Fifilla: Aw, here’s a towel to sop up those tears. Aabbccdd: Welcome to the PM list. I really like playing with the characters. VaderLVR64: My favorite kind of Obi-Wan funeral – in which the honoree is not dead. Funny you cited that passage – I didn’t like the lead-in to that section and thought I needed to add something, so I added it not long before posting. Earlybird-obi-wan: All the friends were there. I don’t have a handle on Reeft, so he’s usually silent or absent. Since this is at least partially a Siriwan, I am emphasizing Siri more than usual, and Bant/Garen less than usual. Under other circumstances (as I said, this was inspired by a plot bunny of how Siri would react to Jabiim) I would go a slightly different direction in this story, especially the ending. Corellian-Jedi: This was a beautiful chapter. The reactions of Obi-Wan's non-Jedi friends were so well written. Thanks, that part was fun to write. JediMasterJessica: Loved the chapter, It's so Anakin not to go to Obi-Wan's funeral because he doesn't believe. Great use of character there. I feel for Siri, so sad Thanks, I was a bit afraid that section was a little too long. Ascal_Elassar: Great chapter, the memorial service was very moving. I tried to be moving without being maudlin. Alley_Skywalker: I've been waiting for a story like this for a long time! (At least the Obi-Wan and Anakin aspect of it). There will be more of them together later on. Much later on. Darth_Drachonus: another to the PM list! Hananiah: just wanted to say that I really like this story, and it was both hilarious and really sad to hear Dex talk about the life Siri and Obi Wan could have had and Siri trying to tell him he is dead. I like to mix humor, drama and tragedy. Noelie: Anakin still believes. What can the young man do to get them all to listen? Nothing, unfortunately. They all have their reasons for thinking they're right. It was a beautifully written service Thanks. J_Ro: The service was absolutely beautiful, but I cried so hard... Aw...at least you didn't laugh. obsessedwithSW: I really enjoyed your use of wordsYou know how to reach my heart, thanks. Luna: Such a beautiful and moving memorial service. I especially liked Padme's tributes from Naboo--they were really fitting and touching to think about, considering how Obi-Wan and Padme first met. Yeah, I could have made this several pages but restrained myself. It's not an Obidala. Absolutely stunning as always, with your gorgeous mastery of words. Much , VS--but now we must lose the beauty to think about Obi-Wan's torture, and that makes me nervous. I can't imagine what all has been done to him, but I can't wait for more Well, your mind will make his treatment as gentle or as brutal as your own imagination. I don't want to even imagine what a torturer can really do to a person, so there's no pulling nails out with pliers type, stuff, rather, the emphasis is on Obi-Wan trying to cope with the pain and horror of the situation. I am trying really really hard to avoid she did this to him and she did that to him aspect. On the other hand, think of real life torture and brutality - he undergoes it. She really wants to break Obi-Wan and doesn't care if he dies during it. -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/25405090/p3/?52 Prolific Author thread: list & links there. Muse fueled by coffee. Often AWOL despite frequent sipping. Writes on inspiration, not a schedule. 2007-2008 the quality years
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Valairy_Scot Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 2/21/07 2:16am Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch4 posted 021207 The Funeral
	If you're not on and wish to be, or wish to be removed off the PM list - let me know. Current list: VaderLVR64 Dianethx Luna_Nightshade earlybird-obi-wan Jaded_Rose obsessedwithSW Cael-Fenton Gkilkenny JediMasterJessica Ascal_Elessar Noelie Alley_Skywalker Darth_Draconus aabbccdd Alley_Skywalker Chapter Five. There Is No Hell Yet I Have Found It Fortuitous timing saved Obi-Wan and Alpha. Fortuitous timing gave them both to Asajj Ventress. Obi-Wan didn’t believe in luck, but it was pure coincidence that Asajj recognized him and saved him just at the very moment that kept him alive, just when he had carried some of the wounded to the periphery of the blast. He had drawn heavily on the Force to shield himself from the pain of the wounded, to give him added strength and speed to rescue as many as he could while there was time. Such a pull on the Force was draining, especially for a man who had had little sleep in the last week. It had quickly become apparent, within a day or two of arrival, that the Republic forces would be fighting in conditions they were not equipped for, their heavy equipment likely to get stuck in the soggy ground. With atmospheric conditions limiting air support, Obi-Wan had known this was a battlefield the Republic was poorly prepared for. He had expressed his concerns rather vocally and been told to do his best with the equipment he had. Do your best. He had pressed his lips together to avoid saying something he would regret and let his anger drain into the Force. Do your best would take more lives than necessary. Do your best doomed many who might otherwise live. So Obi-Wan had spent subsequent nights alone and with his commanders, trying to come up with adaptations to equipment and tactics, each long evening following wearying days spent in actual battle. Before collapsing onto his bed long past the midnight hour, almost too weary to sleep, he still took a few precious minutes away from a well-earned rest to mourn the daily loss of life. There was no other time, certainly not during actual battle to do so. The general, the Jedi and the man - all that which combined to make Obi-Wan Kenobi – found refuge in meditation: let the Force soothe the grief for having both taking and seeing the taking of life. No Jedi liked dealing in death, yet as tacticians and warriors, they were directly responsible for the deaths of many, on both sides. Jedi were not meant for war, Obi-Wan had realized early on. Jedi had no choice; their duty commanded them to protect the Republic, but he wondered what would be the ultimate cost to the Order. Only time would tell. In only a week’s time, Coruscant was already another lifetime away, leave but a distant memory, and a good night’s sleep something from a dim past. Not unexpectedly, the terrain and a mechanical break down stranded one of their AT-ATs. Before it could be repaired and recovered, or destroyed to keep it out of the hands of the other side, it was repaired and being used against them. Republic fire had finally brought it down and lives hung in the balance: its occupants no longer combatants, but victims about to be incinerated. General Kenobi had not hesitated. “Follow me!” Those few near him ran with him, right into the heart of what would soon be an inferno. The Force ripped open the twisted and half-melted hatch and Obi-Wan was the first to clamber in. He threw injured into waiting arms, grabbed two and threw one over each shoulder with a prodigious pull on the Force and staggered a fair distance away. “There’s more injured,” he shouted, sliding the men to the ground and straightening up. When the Force had shrilled with sudden alarm Obi-Wan had thought the warning was of the imminent explosion, and he meant to plunge back into the wreckage one last time. At that moment Alpha tackled him, his armor striking Obi-Wan in the back of the head as the shock wave hit, his armor partially shielding him from the debris that rained down on them. Several pieces had struck the Jedi, jagged and half-molten edges piercing deep into his back and one leg as his cloak smoldered and burst into flames. A “whoosh” escaped his compressed lungs as he slammed into the ground. He struggled for air and inhaled the liquid mud; choked. Only vaguely understanding that the heavy object flattening him was an armored clonetrooper trying to smother the flames licking at his general’s clothing, he had soon passed out. Asajj had pulled them clear of the conflagration with a mighty heave of the Force, getting two men for one. He remembered almost nothing of this; Alpha had told him through hiccupping coughs from smoke inhalation only as he half awoke in the transport before Asajj had come to gloat over her prisoners. “Don’t…don’t feel…too good,” he mumbled. The words sounded faint and slurred, even to him. “General…general, sir,” the voice was softly insistent, quietly imploring. “I know you’re alive, general, wake up. Dead men don’t bleed.” He had mumbled something; cracked an eye open to see Alpha grinning at him in relief. “Force, I feel terrible,” he had muttered. “Alpha – are you okay?” “Alive, like you, general.” “At the moment I’m not so sure that is a good thing,” he whispered, and lapsed back to unconsciousness, willing himself to rest and heal since he was clearly no longer on a flaming battlefield. He never registered that he was not in a med tent either, but thrown roughly onto a hard, cold floor – the deck of a ship carrying him to an unknown and far from pleasant destination. Somewhere amidst all that, Obi-Wan vaguely remembered a feeling of doom: of seeing evil, hearing evil, feeling evil around him – of whispering a name, of a glimmer of knowledge of what had happened to him, even fear, but that memory had fled, elusive and fleeting. ** Head is throbbing…swear my nerves are crawling…think my very veins want to jump out of my body and go screaming off into the night…I wonder if I can drag myself to the med tent? “An’kin…help…sick…,” but Anakin didn’t come. “N…need you. Don’t feel – good.” It had finally happened. After all the miserable planets they’d been on and the awful conditions they faced, some parasite or bacterium must have gotten to him. Some rain slug or microbe was trying to kill Jedi, and doing a pretty good job of killing this one, as far Obi-Wan was concerned. He tried to crank his eyes open, but it hurt too much. “I don’t feel so good.” He thought he had muttered those words before this. It seemed he had been hurting for a long while now, with no hope of that changing anytime soon. It was hard to remember a time when that was not the case. “Welcome back to the living, general.” He knew that voice. It was raspier than normal and held an uncharacteristic air of relief. Odd, that he couldn’t place the voice, but it did sound like it was coming from a long way away, the words bouncing around inside his skull. Suddenly the memory snapped into place as Obi-Wan took a deep breath and the rampaging herd of Banthas in his skull turned into a single Bantha calf. “Alpha? Didn’t I already hear…you say…that?” He really wished he had a free hand to rub his temple. What was a Bantha doing in his head – or dancing on his leg, for that matter – no, he hurt everywhere. What the blazes is going on? “Close enough. General, snap out of it – do you remember anything?” “Vaguely.” Obi-Wan searched his memories, wincing at the effort it took to think. “Heat…yes – you blind-sided me, Alpha! Your helmet,” he coughed, and frowned at the sound, “cracked my skull. I think. Something did.” The tone was more amused than accusatory, for Alpha would have flattened his general only for good reason. “That was some time ago. Remember Jabiim? We’re not there anymore.” “Oh, dear.” He wetted his tongue and tried to call on the Force for assistance. It was sluggish in responding, but it started to banish some of the worst of the aches and pains. The Jedi did his best to steady himself, considering he had very little freedom of movement. His eyes were now open but blurry and still trying to focus; his mind was no better. “Oh, yes…,” and disjointed memories began running through his mind. Rain, always rain…battles, deaths…kissing someone (?) …running…an explosion… Ventress! “Your poor injured leg,” mock sympathy on that hard face as her sharp-pointed boot smashed the shrapnel deeper into his flesh…before it turned against even more tender flesh…and then the blow he didn’t see coming…. “Oh, dear Force, yes…” It was coming back; it wasn’t a bad dream, not at all. He rather wished it was; a bad dream he could wake from. Instead, he was waking up to find that a bad dream was instead most probably going to be a nightmare. There was by now no doubt in Obi-Wan’s mind that he was a prisoner; the very smell of this place – physical and that revealed by the Force – was of menace. Not just a sense of the many dead that had inhabited this place, though he could sense that, too. “Do you have any idea where we are?” Not on Jabiim where for once I wish I was…but he didn’t say that aloud. Obligingly, Obi-Wan considered it, stretching out with every sense he had and almost recoiling. He could feel the blood drain to his toes at the flood of impressions coming at him. “Force, no. Those poor, tortured souls.” He had only faced such an overwhelming emotional overload once before and it had haunted him for several nights. Qui-Gon had guided him through it then. There was only one way to deal with it: face it and take its measure. From knowledge came strength. Pain…despair…depravity…the air breathed of his predecessors in that place. The place stank and his blood slowed within his veins, thick with frost and chunks of ice formed by old and unseen horrors, haunted by tormented ghosts of the past. A chill hung in the air, and it was more than the chill of cool temperatures. It was the chill of living death, of suffering without hope, of knowledge that the only peace a prisoner would find would be in the quickness of one’s death. A touch of ice tingled up the Jedi’s spine and tried to take root in his brain. He had just realized where he was. Hell. Obi-Wan Kenobi had found Hell. Jedi didn’t believe in such concepts, for them there was only the Force. Hell in myths was a place for the damned after death. This Hell, however, was for the still living. He had only just arrived here; only fought the echoes of others’ pain. Soon, he knew, his pain, Alpha’s pain, would just be added to that which lay heavy and thick there already. Whatever pain he felt now was nothing; it would only get worse. Clones didn’t have weak nerves, bad feelings, or hunches, but Alpha shivered at the Jedi’s soft protest, for it was not a declaration, but a blank exclamation, quickly bitten back, horrific more for the shocked whisper that delivered it and the silence that followed. “What is it? Where are we?” he matched his tone to Obi-Wan’s, bleak and flat. It was a long moment before his general spoke. “Where evil reigns and the suffering of untold generations is chained. It’s their tomb, Alpha, where the souls of the damned are forever trapped, unable to find peace. The Force itself cringes, unable to release them.” In the silence that then fell, even Alpha felt the brush of horror touch him. In the faint light, he couldn’t see the silent tears that squeezed from under the Jedi’s eyelids as he listened to the blood-curdling cries only he could hear. -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/25405090/p3/?52 Prolific Author thread: list & links there. Muse fueled by coffee. Often AWOL despite frequent sipping. Writes on inspiration, not a schedule. 2007-2008 the quality years
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Fifilla Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 2/21/07 2:44am Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch5 posted 022107 Falling into Asajj's hand
	First post It had finally happened. After all the miserable planets they’d been on and the awful conditions they faced, some parasite or bacterium must have gotten to him. Some rain slug or microbe was trying to kill Jedi, and doing a pretty good job of killing this one, as far Obi-Wan was concerned. I'm glad that Obi-Wan is still able to joke about the situation! Ventress! “Your poor injured leg,” mock sympathy on that hard face as her sharp-pointed boot smashed the shrapnel deeper into his flesh…before it turned against even more tender flesh…and then the blow he didn’t see coming… Poor Obi!!! A touch of ice tingled up the Jedi’s spine and tried to take root in his brain. The whole chapter was incredible good - the descriptions, the emotions... just WOW!!! -----signature----- "There's always a bigger fish." Fear Of Failure - young Qui-Gon (WIP) > http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27642896 Padawan to Valairy_Scot
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obsessedwithSW Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 2/21/07 7:44am Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch5 posted 022107 Falling into Asajj's hand
	So Obi-Wan had spent subsequent nights alone and with his commanders, trying to come up with adaptations to equipment and tactics, each long evening following wearying days spent in actual battle. Before collapsing onto his bed long past the midnight hour, almost too weary to sleep, he still took a few precious minutes away from a well-earned rest to mourn the daily loss of life. There was no other time, certainly not during actual battle to do so. The general, the Jedi and the man - all that which combined to make Obi-Wan Kenobi – found refuge in meditation: let the Force soothe the grief for having both taking and seeing the taking of life. No Jedi liked dealing in death, yet as tacticians and warriors, they were directly responsible for the deaths of many, on both sides. Jedi were not meant for war, Obi-Wan had realized early on. Jedi had no choice; their duty commanded them to protect the Republic, but he wondered what would be the ultimate cost to the Order. Only time would tell. I loved hese paragraphs, Obi-Wan ws right there was a huge toll on the order. Paragraphs like these make me respect Obi-Wan even more. What was the kissing about? Details more details! -----signature----- Yes Darth Maul -bring sexy back! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JW8kOYvwVng Avid SiriWaner ! Stories in Bio
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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 2/21/07 9:18am Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch5 posted 022107 Falling into Asajj's hand
	Wow they are sure in hell this time. Ohma-d'un and Queyta were less than hell. Great description of it. Thanks again -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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Veloz Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 2/21/07 9:46am Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch5 posted 022107 Falling into Asajj's hand
	I just read this story, and omg u have me going here Please please add me to ur pm list , i cant wait to read what happens next! -----signature----- "Hello there!" "Remember the Force will be with you..always" - Obi Wan Kenobi, ANH "Who's the more foolish...the fool or the fool who follows him?"- Obi Wan Kenobi, ANH
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General_Kenobi_66 Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 2/21/07 9:52am Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch5 posted 022107 Falling into Asajj's hand
	Wow, I just discovered this fic, and I have to be PMed! This is stunningly amazing! So in character and just like the two of them. It's amazing Very nice descriptions too. Poor Obi, being stuck there And poor Siri too Anyway, this is really great, and I look forward to more -----signature----- Everybody has a photographic memory. Some don't have film.
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JediMasterJessica Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 2/21/07 1:19pm Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch5 posted 022107 Falling into Asajj's hand - Date Edited: 2/21/07 1:20pm (1 edits total) Edited By: JediMasterJessica
	Awwww! Poor Obi-Wan. Great writing, I felt like you wrote him in character very well -----signature----- Proud lover of A/P, Siriwan, L/M, & TK/J Yo mamma is so stupid, she thought Jar Jar came with Pickles Pickles
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 2/21/07 1:24pm Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch5 posted 022107 Falling into Asajj's hand
	A touch of ice tingled up the Jedi’s spine and tried to take root in his brain. He had just realized where he was. Hell. Obi-Wan Kenobi had found Hell. Jedi didn’t believe in such concepts, for them there was only the Force. Hell in myths was a place for the damned after death. This Hell, however, was for the still living. He had only just arrived here; only fought the echoes of others’ pain. Soon, he knew, his pain, Alpha’s pain, would just be added to that which lay heavy and thick there already. Whatever pain he felt now was nothing; it would only get worse. Poor Obi! But I loved the post. I'm cruel that way. -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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Alley_Skywalker Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 2/21/07 4:29pm Subject: RE: What the Heart Hides. Drama. Obi-Ani., Siriwan. Ch5 posted 022107 Falling into Asajj's hand
	Ladies and gentlemen, buckle your seat belts and here we go! Wonderful update! Really gave my blearly Wednesday morning some spark! I do have a fave line...its probbly obvious which one it is. -----signature----- Knight of the Fanfic Order (trained by oqidaun) Master to CodyMonKenobi & mujapple-juicey Proud Obi/Ani shipper! Facades: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/24152038/p1 Class of '09 forever!!!
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