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Dinner had been a larger project than the young woman had realized,
because she had to do a lot of shopping to expand the menu. It
seemed that Ranma and Nabiki had subsisted on packaged ramen and
vegetables. Though lacking in variety, the food was certainly
nutritious. Kasumi knew she could do better for less money, because
she had the time to shop for fresh food.
Little sister and Ranma didn't.
Kasumi welcomed the team spirit the other two had shown earlier. It
would be a lot easier to get things done with three pairs of hands
instead of one. She smiled for a moment as she pondered what a
little free time might mean to her own life. Just maybe... she
could be something more than a housekeeper.
As the arrival time for the two students approached, Kasumi had
dinner under control. Several pots bubbled merrily in the
background, making this strange kitchenette into a kitchen and this
tiny apartment a home. Dinner was soon finished, but the children
still hadn't made it back from school.
Placing the food in serving bowls served to distract the young
homemaker from worry, but in only a few minutes the food was ready
to serve... With no one yet to eat it.
Kasumi frowned as she put the serving bowls into the small oven to
keep them warm. Rising after putting the last bowl in, she walked
to the table again. No matter how hard she stared, she could find
no fault with the place settings.
So she just watched the clock. Minutes crawled by as she went
through all the dire things that might have happened. After thirty
minutes had come and gone, she couldn't even bring herself to watch
the slow progress of the minute hand around the dial. Akane had
been late many times from school, Kasumi just knew things were all
right. She was worrying over nothing. And Akane... she was far from
Kyoto.
But still... the arrival of Akane had always been an event. As she
slammed the door open, the whole house would shake as the youngest
Tendou shouted her arrival. Reality intruded on Kasumi's
recollections as the tinkle of keys and a squeaky front door
announced Ranma and Nabiki's return home.
No voice greeted the home, only quiet footsteps and the near
silence of Ranma's wheelchair announced their presence.
Kasumi rose to greet the other members of her family. Both demeanor
and voice were on autopilot as she rose and issued a cheerful
greeting, "I'm glad the two of you made it home." As she opened
eyes closed by her smile, additional pleasantries froze in her
throat. After blinking to clear her vision, she realized it already
was clear. There was only one thing to say, "Oh, My."
Ranma led the way, with a dark expression and a tear streaked face.
Behind her, Nabiki tightly clutched her forearm. Her face was a
frozen mask combining determination and pain, accented by tears of
her own. A small amount of dark, dried blood showed between her
fingers.
"Nabiki-san. What happened to you?"
"Ranma's life happened... again." Nabiki forced out, shaking her
head slowly, negatively, as she continued. "Some crazy old friend
of his decided she wanted to chop him up with a spatula or
something." Despite the pain, she put a smile on as she looked at
Ranma, "You sure know how to pick 'em Sao... Ranma."
"Uh... yeah." Ranma said from behind her concerned face. Seeing
Nabiki smile had lifted her spirits, as she tried on a small smile
of her own. "Thanks, Nabiki. Thanks for being there."
Nabiki looked down at Ranma and saw much more than the words the
small girl had spoken. "No problem. I..." Pain pushed its way into
her awareness again, as Nabiki sucked in a breath. She closed her
eyes, and gritted her teeth.
"Excuse me." Kasumi said as she began to rummage through cabinets
in the kitchen.
"That kind of stuff's in the bathroom, Kasumi-san." Ranma stated as
she deduced the objective of the older girl's quest.
Kasumi smiled sweetly, glancing first at Nabiki, then Ranma. "Thank
you, Ranma-kun."
Nabiki felt the pain diminish as she shook her head. After all
those years, even though Nabiki was grown up... Kasumi could still
make things better with a smile.
***
A story from the Bet: Crippled: Body and Souls
By Kevin D. Hammel
>From a story idea by Gregg Sharp.
Episode 7: Atonement
Ranma 1/2 is property of Rumiko Takahashi. Publishing rights are
held by Viz in the US and Shogakukan in Japan. My purpose is to
honor the creator and her works. No infringement intended.
***
Dinner was well underway before Ranma broke the silence. "Your
cooking's still great, Kasumi. Thanks for fixin' dinner tonight."
He nodded additional thanks then returned to shoveling food into
his mouth.
"Thank you, Ranma-kun. Now, if I may ask, what happened to you
tonight?" Delight at the compliment turned to concerned puzzlement
on her face as her speech made the same transition.
"Well, there was this little boy I used to play with when I was
little, Okonomiyaki Ucchan. He has a restaurant on the way to
school. This afternoon, I smelled Okonomiyaki and..." He looked
down, not able to look either sister in the eye as he continued. "I
begged Nabiki to go in." A hand over his drew Ranma's eyes to
Nabiki's.
"It's not your fault Ranma. That girl's just another wacko after
your head, I guess. Besides, it's SO hard to resist your 'cute'
act."
Ranma turned red at Nabiki's last remark. Soon, the tiny crimson
spots that showed through the gauze on Nabiki's arm arrested his
gaze. "B... but when we were kids, Ucchan was my best friend. We
use to fight each day at his pop's okonomiyaki cart. My dad'd swipe
some okonomiyaki when I won and I ALWAYS won." Ranma said with a
little pride.
"So why does she want to kill you, Ranma?" Nabiki asked. "But she'd
better take a number," she concluded with a pained smile.
"I dunno. All I remember is how it all ended. One day when Pop put
me on Ucchan's dad's food cart and ran really fast with me and the
cart. Ucchan tried to keep up, but couldn't." His gaze grew to
encompass Kasumi as he continued. "And that's the last I saw of 'im
'til today."
Kasumi and Nabiki exchanged baffled looks.
Kasumi decided there was more to the story as she helped clean up
after dinner. It was up to her to discover what. As she handed off
the last dish for Ranma to dry and Nabiki to stack, she turned to
your younger sister. "I wonder what Ranma's friend Ucchan would do
if I dropped in tomorrow?"
Nabiki dropped the plate, which Ranma caught with a dive as he
pushed his wheelchair away. He ended up sprawled on the floor,
holding up the plate.
"Thanks, Ranma," Nabiki said as she plucked the dish from her
friend's hands and placed it atop the stack.
Ranma looked up at Nabiki. "Kasumi-san... don't go there. Me and
heck, even Nabiki, are martial artists."
"Thanks for the... uh... compliment." Nabiki chided as she knelt to
help Ranma back in his wheelchair.
"No problem. You'll never be as good as I was but... I won't be
either." The crippled boy closed his eyes as once again the
enormity of the changes in his life assaulted him.
Kasumi finally broke the silence. "Ranma... Nabiki... I still want
to go tomorrow."
"But that girl's a monster!" Nabiki protested.
"Girl?" Ranma asked.
"Yeah, GIRL. She sure wasn't dressed like a guy. And when the front
of her shirt ripped open, she sure didn't LOOK like one either."
Nabiki concluded, with renewed anger over the incident.
"Oh dear, Ranma-kun. Do you have girlfriend problems again?" Kasumi
gently asked.
"She's not my girlfriend!" Ranma shouted in reflexive denial.
"Good." Nabiki added, then knelt to Ranma's level. "Since she
isn't, do you have anyone else in mind?"
Ranma turned red. "Heck no, Nabiki. I've only really kissed one
girl in my whole life. And I think you know who she is..."
It was Nabiki's turn to flush.
Kasumi smiled at the scene. Tomorrow she would look into the Ucchan
problem.
***
A slight frown crossed Kasumi's face as she studied the address
written on the paper. This was the street she was looking for. A
few more steps and she was at the small shop. The small mapbook of
Kyoto Little Sister had given her had made the trip to the door
easy.
Now came the hard part. Going inside.
On the other side of the door, a young woman shook her head slowly,
still struggling to grasp what had happened yesterday. She had
acted not as a childhood friend, but as a dam that had burst under
the weight of years of suffering. There was no thought, no
direction, no conscience... only the torrent of actions her rage
forced upon her. That release of pent up suffering and emotion had
hurt a young woman she didn't even know. The same stranger's
intervention had prevented her from injuring the object of her
wrath, and losing even more.
She hadn't the heart to keep her shop open after that. It wasn't
the few drops of blood on the floor that had necessitated the
closure. She just couldn't make herself go through the motions
after the disaster. But today was a new day, and she would try to
make it through.
The door opened, revealing her first customer. At least it wasn't a
regular, if she still had any after the abrupt closure the day
before. The young woman was a bit taller than her, dressed in a
conservative white blouse and long, pleated, navy skirt.
"Excuse me," She quietly said from behind a polite bow. "I am new
to the area, and am looking for Kuonji Ukyou's restaurant." She
looked up for confirmation of what the address on the paper told
her.
"Yeah, that's me!" the chef forced out in a voice not nearly as
friendly as she would have liked. She noticed that the young woman
frowned slightly at her response, almost as if she had found the
wrong address. Ukyou couldn't keep her puzzlement private as she
studied the other woman.
"My name is Tendou Kasumi. You met my sister Nabiki and our friend
Ranma yesterday." She stopped for a few moments, attempting to
gauge Ukyou's response.
"Yeah, I remember." After yesterday's catharsis, Ukyou found only a
simple exhale was need to restore her calm. She looked down as she
continued, "I'm... I dunno. It had been ten years. My life was
ruined because of that girl. I..." She closed her eyes tightly, not
wanting to reveal the strong emotions she felt. She didn't want to
be remorseful, but found she couldn't help it. Ranma deserved to
suffer... didn't she? But did she deserve to suffer more than she
already had? Did she even know about the sham engagement?
"Kounji-san, I'm sorry for interrupting. Please forgive me." Kasumi
replied with a bow as she prepared to leave the restaurant. Remorse
wasn't what she had expected to see, but it was certainly better
than the rage Nabiki and Ranma had experienced. Perhaps she hadn't
come in vain, but it would be better to come back later. She began
to back out of the room.
"No... Please." Ukyou offered in response. Steeling herself, she
looked the retreating girl in the eyes. She felt a few tears
tickling her face, and resisted the urge to admit their presence.
Kasumi paused, her eyes still glued on the other young woman's.
"Come on, sit down over here next to the grill." Ukyou said as she
wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Thank you, Kounji-san," Kasumi replied with a smile.
Ukyou found it easy to smile back, like Kasumi was an old friend.
She shook her head slightly, as she responded, "No, thank YOU
Tendou-san. I felt really lousy after yesterday and you've helped
me feel a little better." She pulled in her smile a bit as she
continued. "Please... tell me about Ranma. What happened to her
anyway?"
"Well it all started a few months ago when the Saotomes showed up
at our house. It was raining, you see, so Ranma wasn't a boy when
he came to visit..."
Ukyou rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Look, honey, I've played
this game for ten years, and... Uh... 'he' is STILL a girl."
"Sometimes..." Kasumi cryptically answered.
Just a few meters away, two high school students shared a
conversation. "Let's stop by, Nabiki. I really think we should."
Ranma said as he turned onto the street where Ucchan's was located.
Nabiki looked at her bandaged forearm, "Why?" She asked as her
expression darkened.
Ranma suddenly turned in a quick half-circle to face his
schoolmate. "'Cause Kasumi's not a fighter. But if Ucchan hurts
her..."
Nabiki jumped back in surprise at Ranma's sudden move. "Yeah, I
guess you're right. We need to look out for her. And if she does
hurt Kasumi..."
Ranma shook his head once. "Yeah, Nabiki-san. A family's gotta look
for each other."
"So, is that what you think of me? Am I your big sister?"
"Well.... Uh... Kasumi's kinda like a big sister or mom. Just like
she is for you." He stopped suddenly, closing his eyes and rubbing
his brow in thought. "But you, Nabiki," He said as he turned to
look up into her eyes. "I don't think I want t' think of you as my
sister. 'Cause." He couldn't finish his sentence, hoping that
looking up into the standing girl's eyes would be enough. His
growing flush was answered by hers.
Voices from inside the cafe filtered out to the street to be heard
by Ranma and Nabiki as they approached the entrance. Not the sound
of an enraged woman attacking defenseless Kasumi, but the gentle
sound of normal conversation. As they drew closer, individual
voices could be made out, one of which both recognized.
"Yes, you are right, Ukyou-san. Nabiki and I decided to come here.
But little sister..." She stopped as Ranma and Nabiki stopped to
cast a shadow on the open doorway. The speaker turned to see a
concerned Nabiki looking worriedly at her. "So you two did come.
How nice."
Ukyou turned in concert with the other young woman. Her lips slowly
parted as she saw the young man appear from behind Nabiki. He
looked a lot like to the girl she had seen, save thirty centimeters
or so of height... and his gender. A well-muscled upper body
contrasted sharply with the legs that sat uselessly.
Above the waist, she saw the man of her dreams. And below... a
nightmare. A chorus of tears made their way slowly down Ukyou's
face. They spoke of many things as they traced glistening paths
down her cheeks. Happiness at seeing her childhood friend again.
Remorse over her anger and what she had done in its thrall. And,
finally, mourning for the man promised to her as a child. Unable to
look at Ranma any more, her eyes closed and she bowed her head. One
hand shielded her eyes while the other dropped uselessly to her
side.
"I... I'm sorry," She choked out, addressing the palm of her hand.
A slight noise and a cool breeze announced another nearby. Ukyou
felt her unused hand caressed by a pair of other hands. Strong and
slightly callused from years of hard living outdoors. She opened
her eyes to see the face of her childhood friend. He didn't notice
tears of his own as Ranma looked up into the big brown eyes of...
"Ucchan, I I I... Thanks."
After a half-hour with Kasumi, a lot of the fight had left her.
Truth had transformed anger into wistful sadness. She could not
redeem her honor by attacking Ranma, it just wasn't right. Equally
impossible was marriage to him. The lifepath her father had set her
on required a strong and able partner to help her day to day. A man
who could pull the food cart when needed and help set it up. Not
a... not Ranma.
"What do I do?" Ukyou whispered to herself. "What..." She glanced
over at the girl who had accompanied Ranma the day before. Nabiki.
The girl who had willingly thrown her old life away for Ranma. The
middle Tendou daughter regarded her attacker of the day before with
a cold, steely gaze. Ukyou studied her for a moment. A scar across
her cheek telling of the battle with the insane Chinese girl.
Nabiki's bandaged arm spoke of yesterday's fight.
"Ranma wanted to see you." Nabiki said in an almost emotionless
voice colored with a touch of anger... or hatred. "If it were me,
I'd be happy if I never saw you again." She turned to Kasumi. "I'll
get supper on, Kasumi-san. Hope you can choke down some packaged
ramen tonight. Bring Ranma when you..." Her glare focussed on Ukyou
like a torch as she continued, "You guys are done with your little
meeting... Okay?" Not waiting for a response, she pivoted and
strode down the street.
"Wait... Didn't cha hear me? I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm..."
Ukyou's voice degenerated into quiet sobs.
Ranma was torn. Nabiki's abrupt departure brought back in full all
the horror of the attack. His arms tensed as he prepared to follow
his friend down the street. A gentle voice stayed his arms just as
he prepared to turn in anger.
"Here, sit down Ukyou... chan. Let me see if I can find a glass of
water and a towel to get you cleaned up." Kasumi said as she sat
Ukyou down at a table near the grill.
Ukyou sightlessly folded her hands on the table before her, staring
at them through closed eyelids.
Ranma rolled over to Ukyou, again resting a hand atop Ukyou's
folded pair. "Ucchan..." Was all he could whisper.
Kasumi set a glass of water on the table next to Ukyou. The chef
pulled her hands from under Ranma's to grasp the glass as Kasumi
daubed at her tears with a towel. When she finished, the eldest
Tendou daughter turned to Ranma. "Listen to Ukyou's story, Ranma-
kun. She has suffered greatly these past ten years."
"Okay." Was all Ranma could think of in response.
***
An acrid smell assailed Nabiki's nose. "Damn! The water!" She
shouted as she ran into the kitchen. Gray smoke poured from the
aluminum pan that had already lost most of the liquid placed there
to boil. Grabbing the pan with a pot holder, she tossed it into the
sink. The unopened plastic package of instant Ramen sat mocking her
attempts at dinner preparations. A shout of frustration built
within her just as the smell of fresh okonomiyaki tickled her nose
and Kasumi's gentle laughter her ears.
"Nabiki-san, we brought supper!" Kasumi called out at last.
"Uh... good. I sorta blew it here." Nabiki replied as she stared at
the floor.
Another prefecture, another dinner.
"Akane-chan, I only left you alone for a few minutes. What did you
do to our meal?" A middle-aged woman asked a high school-age girl.
Anger flashed as the girl rushed to defend her cooking. "No, it's
fine, you'll see."
"Akane! Temper! Let's see what you managed to make of dinner."
A fair amount of scraping was required to knock the blackened mass
into serving bowls. The older woman parceled the food into two
bowls and a bento. The girl's father took meals in his room, from
which he rarely ventured.
After delivering the food upstairs, the older woman sat down to
dinner. With a crunch, she bit into what might have once been rice.
"You are improving, Akane-chan. The rice is only badly burned
tonight. If you continue to improve, I shall unlock the spice
cabinet..." She turned to glare at the girl, "WHEN you are ready."
Akane swallowed, "Uh... okay. That'll be nice."
***
And across Honshu, then the Sea of Japan... Nestled in mountains on
the Earth's greatest landmass, a tiny village of stone structures
huddled amidst nature's vastness. Inside one of the dwellings an
elderly, seemingly frail, woman stared at a few papers and pieces
of cardboard. Her eyes closed as she considered events both in her
own village and across the sea. Any worry her face might show was
lost amidst the wrinkles of a century of life. But, though
unbetrayed by her visage, worry had found a home where it had
previously been a stranger. It now lodged in her heart.
Her Great Granddaughter, the warrior Shan Pu, had left months ago
on a mission of vengeance. The young woman had kept her Great
Grandmother informed of her quest to solve her 'problem', its name
in missives that were seen by many eyes before her own. She was
about to deal with it, and return to her People in glory when...
all contact stopped.
One of their number set out to find answers, the love-struck
Mousse, who fancied himself Shan Pu's mate. An incredibly skilled
warrior, he was blind to the contempt Shan Pu held him in. But he
was a fine soldier and quite resourceful, for a male.
Then, even stranger, Outsiders who placed themselves before the
Elders of the Joketsuzoku began to take an interest in their
village and its workings. They met in seclusion, in an abandoned
hovel on the edge of the village. The two men and one woman would
not say why they were there, but one did once let slip the word
Kyoto. What role did Japan's ancient capital have in Shan Pu's
disappearance? Why had these people come?
Tomorrow, she would know. She had contacted a young woman who had
traded the way of the warrior for a University education and the
life amidst the bureaucracy of the capital far away. Soon tickets
and visas arrived, bringing with them the chance for Cologne to
find her own answers.
***
Back in Kyoto, the fragility of hopes and dreams warred with the
harshness of reality. Their finances had been on a razor's edge
with only two people, but Nabiki realized three was beyond what her
savings, investments, and new gleanings could pay for.
The sad part was that things might work out for all three of them,
if they could pay the bills. She smiled for a moment as she looked
up from the paper to glance at the future they might build
together. Fantasy had never been a thing she had indulged herself
in... before Ranma had been dragged - kicking, screaming, soaking
wet, and female - into their lives. But with Ranma's curse and all
the bizarre people who were after him, or her, or both... even
Nabiki's feet had been uprooted from the solid ground of what was
easy and attainable to the fantastic heights of what might be.
But, damn it, dreams cost money. Money they didn't have.
The tiny squeak of a rusty hinge announced her new roommate,
Kasumi. "Excuse me, Little Sister. Am I disturbing you?" Kasumi
asked with a tiny frown.
"Nah... Actually I guess you are, not that there's anything I can
do about it." The younger sister said as she shut the ledger, then
turned to face Kasumi with two raised hands and a quizzical
expression on her face.
Glancing at the closed book, Kasumi responded. "It's money, isn't
it Nabiki?" the taller girl said as she looked down at her seated
sister, "I'm sorry, but I feel that this is where home is right
now. That my family is..." She covered her eyes as she silently
sobbed.
Nabiki was suddenly thrown back ten years, when she had to help a
girl only two years her senior fill an adult's shoes. Words came to
her like they had then. "Kasumi... It'll be okay, honest. We'll
find some way to make it turn out okay." Nabiki said as she stood
and lightly embraced her sister in a reversal of their later
roles... back when Nabiki cared about such things. "C'mon, Big
Sister."
It had been years since Kasumi had experienced real feeling from
Nabiki. Somehow, she would... find a way... to... "Nabiki, I have
it! Maybe I can work at Ukyou-chan's restaurant." She could almost
feel ice drive out the warmth as Nabiki reverted to form.
"Not her..." Was all the younger woman could offer in response. She
retracted her arms and mechanically plopped back into the chair.
"You don't understand, Nabiki. Ukyou was actually promised as a
wife to Ranma. Genma and Ranma took her dowry, but left her
behind." Kasumi said as she looked down into her sister's closed
eyes. As the younger girl opened her eyes, her older sister
continued, "She waited for ten years to get her revenge. She had to
live as a boy because her life as a girl had been given to Ranma.
She just got angrier and angrier until you two visited her."
As always, since that rainy first day with Ranma, things were not
as they seemed. Nabiki peeled her eyes open to look at the bandage
on her arm. She would have scars from her battle with Ukyou. Just
like she had from her run-in with Akane.
"Nabiki?" Kasumi asked in a polite whisper.
"Okay... Kasumi. We... we'll talk to her tomorrow." Nabiki
haltingly offered. She almost gasped as she again found herself
surrounded by the embrace she had missed all the years she had
closed herself off from her family.
Through all the torrents of emotions, Ranma slept soundly next
door.
***
Only two weeks later, Nabiki looked at the books again. With a real
income from Kasumi, things were looking great for the three of
them. The letter Ranma had gotten was just icing... An opening door
pulled her attention from her bedroom. Her sister was still dressed
for work; her purple okonomiyaki seller's uniform over black tights
peeked out from behind her long overcoat. Nabiki turned to greet
her elder sibling, "So, how as work?"
"Great, but tiring." Kasumi said with a yawn. "Bed... would be
nice." She sleepily continued, then looked at Nabiki as cheer drove
away some of her tiredness. "How was your day, Little Sister?"
"Fine. Ranma has something to show you." She raised her voice,
"Hey, Ranma! Kasumi's home."
The sound of Ranma's wheelchair responded to the shout as he glided
into the girls' bedroom. It was hard to tell if he was frightened
or happy by looking at the fragile smile on his face.
"What happened Ranma-kun?" Kasumi had to ask.
"Well, uh..." Ranma reluctantly responded.
"Go on, tell her." Nabiki prodded.
"Mister Tanaka sent me a letter asking again if I would be...
saying they would... uh... adopt me. If I thought it was a good
time." Ranma said.
"Well, Ranma, what do you think about it?" Kasumi asked.
"I think I'm ready..." Concern pushed his smile away as he
continued, "But I don't want to leave here. I like having a family,
here. With you guys."
"Ranma, we already went over this. For now, the Tanaka clan wants
to offer you a name again, since you aren't a Saotome anymore. They
want the best for you, Ranma." Nabiki knelt down to Ranma's level
as she continued. "And so do I."
"But what about us?" Ranma said as his arms waved to encompass his
surrogate family of two Tendous.
"What about us? I don't see anything changing, except you getting a
family name." Nabiki said as she turned to Kasumi.
"I'm twenty now and, I think I want to stay here. I have a job I
love, and time to start school again, thanks to the two of you."
She turned to Ranma as she continued, "I think you should agree,
Ranma. We can still be together, until your school is out at
least."
A thoughtful Nabiki turned to her sister, "Ranma's right. What
about you, Kasumi? We do take up a lot of the slack as far as
housework and all that."
Kasumi dropped her handbag then shrugged off her over coat. She
proudly pointed to the 'Kasumi' nametag on her uniform. "Maybe the
way I used to be, but not now. I have a job, Nabiki. I'm going to
go to school again. I'm not a nine-year-old who got stuck as a
mother anymore. I finally grew up." Her face was softened with a
smile, "Because of you two." Her manner became a bit more serious
as she continued. "Besides, an apartment is a lot easier to keep
clean than a big house."
Not much later, a phone rang in Tokyo. "Hello, Tanaka residence."
Isao answered. A smile brightened his face as he turned to Hiro,
his father. "It's Ranma."
The jubilation of thee teenagers, especially two over-active girls
was easy for all three people to hear back in Kyoto.
***
(END)
This was written with the assistance of no less than 3 crews of
FFIRC "One Hour Challenge" participants who saw with this project
one scene at a time.
Thanks to June 'Kara Ohki' Geraci for C and C. Finally, thanks to
Bryan Neef, Andrew Norris, and Kara Ohki for their commentary on
individual scenes sent via ICQ.
I hope you enjoyed the story.
Please let me know what you think!
Kevin D. Hammel
December 28, 2000
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