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JV Beaupre May 2016
Canto I. Long ago and far away...

Under the bridge across the Kankakee River, Grampa found me. I was busted for truancy. First grade. 1946.

Summer and after school: Paper route, neighborhood yard work, dogsbody in a drugstore, measuring houses for the county, fireman EJ&E railroad, janitor and bottling line Pabst Brewery Peoria. 1952-1962.

Fresh caught Mississippi River catfish. Muddy Yummy. Burlington, Iowa. 1959. Best ever.

In college, Fr. ***** usually confused me with my roommate, Al. Except for grades. St. Procopius College, 1958-62. Rats.

Coming home from college for Christmas. Oops, my family moved a few streets over and forgot to tell me. Peoria, 1961.

The Pabst Brewery lunchroom in Peoria, a little after dawn, my first day. A guy came in and said: "Who wants my horsecock sandwich? ****, this first beer tastes good." We never knew how many he drank. 1962.

At grad school, when we moved into the basement with the octopus furnace, Dave, my roommate, contributed a case of Chef Boyardee spaghettios and I brought 3 cases of beer, PBRs.  Supper for a month. Ames. 1962.

Sharon and I were making out in the afternoon, clothes a jumble. Walter Cronkite said, " President Kennedy has been shot…”. Ames, 1963.

I stood in line, in my shorts, waiting for the clap-check. The corporal shouted:  "All right, you *******, Uncle and the Republic of Viet Nam want your sorry *****. Drop 'em".  Des Moines. Deferred, 1964.

Married and living in student housing. Packing crate furniture. Pammel Court, 1966.

One of many undistinguished PhD theses on theoretical physics. Ames. 1967.

He electrified the room. Every woman in the room, regardless of age, wanted him, or seemed to. The atmosphere was primeval and dripping with desire. In the presence of greatness. Palo Alto, 1968.

US science jobs dried up. From a mountain-top, beery conversation, I got a research job in Germany. Boulder, 1968. Aachen, 1969.

The first time I saw automatic weapons at an airport. Geneva, 1970.

I toasted Rembrandt with sparkling wine at the Rijksmuseum. He said nothing. Amsterdam International Conference on Elementary Particles. 1971.

A little drunk, but sobering fast: the guard had Khrushchev teeth.
Midnight, alone, locked in a room at the border.
Hours later, release. East Berlin, 1973. Harrassment.

She said, "You know it's remarkable that we're not having an affair." No, it wasn't. George's wife.  Germany, 1973.

"Maybe there really are quarks, but if so, we'll never see them." Truer than I knew.  Exit to Huntsville, 1974.

On my first day at work, my first federal felony. As a joke, I impersonated an FBI agent. What the hell? Huntsville. 1974. Guess what?-- No witnesses left! 2021.

Hard work, good times, difficult times. The first years in Huntsville are not fully digested and may stay that way.

The golden Lord Buddha radiated peace with his smile. Pop, pop. Shots in the distance. Bangkok. 1992.

Accomplishment at work, discord at home. Divorce. Huntsville. 1994. I got the dogs.

New beginnings, a fresh start, true love and life-partner. Huntsville. 1995.

Canto II. In the present century...

Should be working on a proposal, but riveted to the TV. The day the towers fell and nearly 4000 people perished. September 11, 2001.

I started painting. Old barns and such. 2004.

We bet on how many dead bodies we would see. None, but lots of flip-flops and a sheep. Secrets of the Yangtze. 2004

I quietly admired a Rembrandt portrait at the Schiphol airport. Ever inscrutable, his painting had presence, even as the bomb dogs sniffed by. Beagles. 2006.

I’ve lost two close friends that I’ve known for 50-odd years. There aren’t many more. Huntsville. 2008 and 2011.

Here's some career advice: On your desk, keep a coffee cup marked, "No Whining", that side out. Third and final retirement. 2015.

I occasionally kick myself for not staying with physics—I’m jealous of friends that did. I moved on, but stayed interested. Continuing.

I’m eighty years old and walk like a duck. 2021.

Letter: "Your insurance has lapsed but for $60,000, it can be reinstated provided you are alive when we receive the premium." Life at 81. Huntsville, 2022.

Canto III: Coda

Honest distortions emerging from the distance of time. The thin comfort of fading memories. Thoughts on poor decisions and worse outcomes. Not often, but every now and then.

(Begun May 2016)
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
You can make changes, for example, to burn the hunger for marriage, your demonic persecution fills you with light and says: "I respect the gift of fire, if you are a great man and you have laws." Everything is invisible in Huntsville *****, Jorges and you becoming mothers. I said that heaven does | not look like a donkey because I want to live in the tree of life. The last wedding of true emotion. In ancient times, the voice of the dog was the food for the prostitutes of the devil and the common ******* of Rick. A tall man who had me in the shade like a dangerous dog in the north. Loss of life in the rural areas. Kiss your crazy questions, lose your hands and feet and win the heart of your Friends, Scorpio Pink in the United States, donkeys, foxes, moons, moons, moons ... Jorges gives you a nice gift, you can make changes, for example, to burn the hunger for weddings ... he said: Respect the fire, the gift. However, if you are a great man and a *******, You have many laws for prostitutes and you have played the ******* for Mark in all the | invisible things of Huntsville. You and Jorges become the myth of a mother, the hands of the past, the money in the fire that I put in the shade; a tall man who looks like a dangerous dog in the north. The loss of lives in rural areas is the loss of their crazy questions, their hands and their dogs at the foot of looting conquer the hearts of their friends in the United States, the donkey and the moon. Give a good gift opportunity. He is able to make changes, for example, to ignite the hunger of marriage, the demonic harassment filling you with light, थे smells the eyes of a dog on the ship, he said: I respect the fire. The gift of the flames. However, if you are a big winner of र ा or because of the laws and changes that were imposed on them, they have played as Mark's prostitutes in Huntsville, all the invisible things are | ******* and you become a mother. I just said. The sky is not spinning at all, ***, because I want you to live with the love of the tree of life with the man who came out of the shadow of the tree if there is no conflict and the city is in crisis. The last marriage of witches changes in the fireplace. The friction will be the real enthusiasm. In ancient times, the sound of the dog was the food of the devil, and a ******* is common to Rick. I stayed in the shade talking to a young woman's tree. The long man who dreams of the planet is in serious trouble. It looks like a dangerous dog in the north bay of the brain. There is a loss of life in rural areas. Kiss your crazy questions. The hands and feet of Laura and Susanne win the hearts of friends and colleagues, Scorpio Pink is in the United States of the ****** of *** and Moon, Luna and Luna giving the good gift of twin *******.
The pile of pine burned with ferocity
While fields of watermellon wore green in generosity

Jerimiah delivered rows of assiduous thoughts
Fertilized in decisions made years ago

Margaret was from Huntsville , working on a divinity degree
She was small , rode a bicycle , studying infinity
Timid , not unlike a titmouse in spring
Margaret had a sister named Judy

Jerimiah left for the mountains of Colorado
He took only his last name Johnson
He spent winters hibernating with the bears
He learned to have no fear and grew a long beard

Tennennessee is in Alabama , just south of Huntsville

A snowslide almost buried Jerimiah

Margaret moved to North Carolina
got married and that's all I know

Jerimiah made tracts in the snow . . . go
He sat above the devide looking down
Sometimes west when the sun went down
But mostly east under the full moon
Howling so forlornly the wolves cry

Margaret looks west every night
Then sheds one tear
spysgrandson Jun 2013
the old stone walls are still standing
though they no longer echo with sounds
of cornball jokes, bottle caps poppin’ off cokes
and the happy humming of a repaired motor
  
the old man was there when
the first car pulled in for gas  
28 cents a gallon, all fluids checked for free
spotless windshield guaranteed  
he hired that Mexican boy because he was polite
yes sir, and was the best **** 20 year old
grease monkey in the county
(hell, the state)
boy had one leg shorter than the other  
and had him a twin brother
whose two fine legs carried him that place,
somewhere between honor and complete disgrace,
called Vee-et-nam
but those strong legs couldn’t bring him home  
he come back in a box,
both his good legs blown clear off  

he hired Lolo the day before
his brother come home      
was hot as Hades at that graveside  
but he went and stood by the boy,
his sobbing mama, his sober father
and the hot hole in the caliche
where his brother was gonna spend
forever    

business was good  
the boy spent most of his time
under the hood
of Riley’s ‘51 Ford
or Miss Sampson’s Impala,
(white 1962, with red interior, clean as the day she bought it)  
Nixon beat that old boy from Minnesota  
told everybody he would end that crazy Asian war  
the right way  
but the old man had been
in those foul trenches in France,
killin’ krauts when he was 18  
and he knew there was
no “right” way  

he and the boy had many a good day
with the register cling-clanging,
mechanical mysteries being solved  
and a good hot lunch now and then
when the boy’s mama brought  
fresh tortillas and asada
or the old man would spring
for chicken fried steak sandwiches from the café

yes, many a good day

until
that hot July afternoon  
the day after we landed on the moon
when “they” came  
not from some lunar rock  
but from an El Paso *******  
where graffiti were their psalms
and switchblade knives their toys  
“they” came,
parked their idling ‘57 Chevy in front of the bay,
and bust through the front door
with a gun and a ball bat  
both had hair slicked back
with what looked like 30 weight oil,
“they” smiled, and smelled
of beer and sweat  
“Dame el dinero! Give us the money!
Give us the money old man, cabron!”  
the old man glared at them  
the bat came down and grazed his head,
cracked his shoulder  
“they” did not see the boy with the wrench
who laid the bad *** batter out
with one righteous swing  
the one with the gun did not aim
but pulled the trigger three times  
and two of those hot speeding streams
sliced through the boy’s throat  
the shooter was through the door and burning rubber
while the boy lay bleeding red blood
on the green linoleum floor  
the old man knelt over him, helpless  
saw his eyes close a final time
while the sting of the burned rubber
was still in his nose, and the hellish screech
of the tires still in his ears  

the old man had seen the dead before
piled in heaps in the dung and mud
of those trenches, faces bloated
with their last gasps from the nightmare gas  
but he hadn’t shed a tear
in the pale pall of the dead  
until that hot July day, with a man on the moon, all those miles away
and the best boy with a wrench in the whole state, Lolo,  
silent on the floor in front of him  

they caught the shooter
(sent him to Huntsville for a permanent vacation)
the one Lolo laid out with a wrench died
on the way to Thomason Hospital in El Paso
the ambulance driver was Lolo’s cousin  
and he may have been driving a bit slow    

Lolo was buried the day they came back from the moon
right beside his brother in that ancient caliche
his mother sobbed softly, “mi hjos, mi hijos”  
both boys now cut down
her left with prayers
and memories…  
the boys at the ballpark
their first communions
the grandchildren she would not have  
and the gray graves where they
would return to dust  

the Saturday after, the old man turned 69  
when he flipped his open sign to closed that day, he  
climbed the ladder slowly, painted over his store bought sign
with new white wash,
and red lettered it with “Lolo’s”  
not a person asked
about him using the dead boy’s name  
and things would never be the same    

the old man lasted another nine years  
until the convenience store started sellin’ gas
(they wouldn’t even pump)  
his hands were stiff with arthritis
and his shoulder stilled ached from the crack of the bat  
he closed on a windy winter Friday  
yet painted the sign
a final time that very day  
nearly falling, as he made the last red “S”  
but he made it down the ladder that last time  
and saw the boy’s name in his rear view
as he drove into the winter dusk
Inspired by a picture of  a long abandoned filling station in a small west Texas town--please note, though the name of the station is real, the characters and events are completely fictional creations of the author
Olivia Kent Aug 2013
Arrival final destination,
Welcome to Huntsville you see,
Enter by the back door,
Then you go to eat,
Traditional fare, if you like,
Burger wrapped in blood,
The blood red of ketchup, matches the blood on your hands,
You are young, dressed in virtual innocence,
Do the crime, you do the time,
Is it worthy of eternity,
Since break of day you wait,
Waiting for impending death,


6 P.M
It is the evening of your darkest day,
For vile sin, with life you pay,
What thoughts traverse through your young head,
As tears trickle and pleas long gone,
For clemency calls rolled onto deaf ears,
You were the big man so they said,
A victim of cruel circumstance,
Collared by forensic drift,
Evidence grabbed,
Poor boy,

At a cost of $86.08,
more than you made on that fateful day,
Led to the gurney in shackles and chain,
Chains weighed heavier than conscience,
Conscience ****** your frightened brain,
Are you moved for your final confession,
Ideal for the papers for in a press release,
The last words he did say,
'Thank God for giving me life, see you soon,
Sir, For it's my final day,
Of course, I forgot you know that anyway',
I'm Sorry, so sorry, Father forgive me,

Waited almost a lifetime for this his final day,
The row of death so welcoming,
The great escape maybe,
Visage of executioner,
Looks deep into your soul,
While you stare vacantly into his eyes,
The ultimate sensation of pain as the needle quickly enters your vein,
As nerve endings and your body die,
Reflection of immaturity,
Bad life, sad life, consequence of situation,
No life had, no love lost!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
JV Beaupre Apr 2016
When I first heard Elvis, I shivered.

Blue, blue, blue suede shoes, heartbreak hotel, you hound dog, you!

But when the Beatles came along, I left you behind.

Later when you came to Huntsville, you were fat, and then you went back to Memphis and killed yourself--- **** you!
I want my heroes to always be heroes.
I can change but my heroes can't.
And yes, I'm that old.
spysgrandson May 2017
Bobby's couch has a biography
of cigarette burns, food stains,
and cushion wear, all there, though
he doesn't know who wrote it

for $5 at the AmVets store
he bought a place to sit, and sleep
on nights when he was too wasted
to it make to the bedroom

where he has a mattress on
the floor; Bobby knows its life story, because
he filched it from a loading dock
at Sleep World

in five months,
it's had three women sleep
on it -- all hookers who gave
him a freebie

after they did copious lines
of coke on the glass topped coffee table
Bobby inherited from his brother, along
with a recliner he sold for ****

Bro's doing hard time at Huntsville;
he wanted Bobby to have a nice place
Bro gave his '73 Ford to their half sister
since Bobby's licence was suspended

when Bobby gets that oil field gig,
he's going to buy another Lazy Boy,
and a refrigerator to stock with beer...
maybe later a color TV

Sherman, Texas, 1978
Trevor Blevins Nov 2016
You said, as if that is the only aspect necessary for preserving humanity.
There's a sense of decency in all the things you choose negligence:
Sincerity, honesty, acting with someone else's interest in mind, thinking without malice,
Walking outside and onto the patio at your grand pity party.

What would you do with no attention at all?

You'd shrivel up and die.

Just be nice to people, it's as easy as that,
If your portion of sweet words are honest,
Yet yours are meant with such fake intent,
I look through your Saran Wrap smile, synthetic *** appeal,
To know your ex-bestfriend has great understanding and ****** insight,

It ends up that you were seeking my vulnerable brown eyes and not my cheap wine when you told me to come share with you,
But what I shared were a few too many buzzed secrets.

You, on the keyboard struggling to play songs of romantic tryst in no sense of irony.

Our last communication: road to Huntsville, called to yell at me one final time. I didn't need it.

You drove to play with rockets, the kind you'll never be entrusted to operate,
And the high you can only use to escape your pitiful exhibitionist existence.

This is the portion you're getting of my blood.
Simply a leech...
Don't you know I'm full of poison?

You, the ever-brilliant astrophysics girl, you failed to research me and my contents to know that I am coming down, down from vindictive respite...

I told you at the Bell tower that I once thought I was God. And I am.
I'm the Old Testament God who you never should have ****** with.
I will hang you with your manipulation and feel all the remorse you cared to show everyone,
Plotting for the spotlight.

But, "Just be nice to people".

This one time, I'll pass.
2 coolios met at Rugby's and we
  crawled into each others heart.
  We died for 3 days and rose again
  into Southern light a fresh start.
Olivia Kent Jan 2015
Ladies of death.
They sit and they wait.
With years of tears they're awaiting a date.
Strung out like ***** laundry, they're waiting for cleansing.
The dusty haze as lights go out.
Heading for heaven, Nirvana or hell.
Corrupted system as no man can tell.
Slamming of cell doors.
Rattling of keys.
Awaiting execution.

Pleas for clemency.
Pleas all ran out.
May justice be done, before their last breath.
Before the setting of this their final sun.
Pray let all the evidence be fitting.
Before the eyes of God the Father.
Openly honest, a proven conviction.

IN MEMORY OF FRANCES NEWTON.
EXECUTED AT HUNTSVILLE 2005
By ladylivvi1

© 2015 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
2 lost souls met at Rugby's and
  crawled into each others heart.
  We loved 3 days and rose again
  into Southern light's fresh start.
we fall in love
it's gooey
we "sleep"
days and nights
****** thin
junior high grin
maybe dead but
we don't care
we stitch our lives
together and take
our love cross the
country to Seattle.
we live in love
and make our Bailey
your Buddha belly
I kiss each night
for good luck and
I'm losing my mind
love's flame is a
flickering candle
I keep falling in love
every day with strangers
I live in purgatory
I don't want to fall in love
with them.
Rugby's 1989
Love owns
the Heart
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
There are two 1.1 in both 1.1 and 1.1.

Early start
And for a big reason,
And good məsgullar
Most small business;
Three of 1.1.

Huntsville

They are. DT.
Listen to Qulaqcılar
There are songs and albums.
If you want to to
In the US it is a seed
of decline
oxygen. In other words?
You do not understand.
Is this bread? bed.
Resources can be started.

body
1, that is not a problem.
Fruity; It is heavy
and Complete;
Fifth Peace and Peace
Robo Macao line.

When Bostonville
And they are longer
better for them
He did not support.
And it is expensive
And in the field
At 1: 1 Greece at this
point the Kingdom
is good CULTURE
Books only:

There are many tours.
That's right.

How to use the
Undeniable truth for
all, food, I teach human
rights;  We can confirm
that in Huntersville;
Promotion is possible.
That's a perfect. No. 2
Graphics, and good work.
This is bad for 500 meters
Slyarları is bad.
Thanks for the service,
Leviticus and audio
Other accusations

All courses.

Huntersville is rising
It gives money to
history. When
Martinez de Martin, 1, 1

He does not have a key in his hand
General brass It's 1000 songs
Now a girl. When In the mountains
US; price And the land value appraisal.
Please do not forget the history.
:: about? Also at this location;

My god!

Motion After the council
Assembly 100 Please
remember the clothes
It is a soul, everything
is something If the truck
is there It is stored in
blood I started later.
On rainy days I entertain some from Seattle.
   Sunny days remind me of Huntsville friends.
   Christmas brings Cincinnati childhood to me.
   Boston ghosts come in dreams. I love them.
   Catholic school. Deny physical; embrace spiritual.
   The spring flowers are my Tara in Virginia.
   So many angels have found my heart, I can't count.
   My heart is haunted most by my first. Kathy.
On rainy days I entertain some from Seattle.
   Sunny days remind me of Huntsville friends.
   Christmas brings Cincinnati childhood to me.
   Boston ghosts come in dreams of Georgine.
   Catholic school. Deny physical; embrace spiritual.
   The spring flowers are my Tara in Virginia.
   So many angels have found my heart, I can't count.
   My heart is haunted most by my first. Kathy.
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
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Johnny Noiπ Mar 2019
In 1950, he began training professional
cheerleaders.                                                      The first team of cheerleaders
was recorded in the history of the National
Football Federation for the Baltimore Colts.
Professional cheerleaders
create new prospects for US cheerleaders.
Women are selected for two reasons:
images of attractive knights and dance skills.
Women were specifically chosen because men
were the target market.                    The cheerleaders
of the Dallas Cowboys soon saw the exciting sets
and their intricate dances from the 1972-1973 season,
but for the first time saw Sue. Super Bowl X 1976;
The 1970's professional team created cheerleaders,
since in 1981, seven teams of the National Football
Federation have their own coaches. The only team
that has no NFL coaches today is New Orleans,
New York, Detroit, Cleveland, Denver, Minnesota,
Pittsburgh, San Francisco, prostitutes and San Diego.
Professional cheerleaders will expand into soccer
and basketball teams.                                   On the front, this is a big mistake
and you will not regret it.                                        Student status and models
are not available. Who knows if a child or family after the war,
the history of the war of the brothel
and the changes in economic history have been resolved.
Returning to the buyer's country,               I asked him all about the evolution
of learning expectations. It's More Fun Ariana's
doctrine is not a woman.                                         It's just a world of dreams.
Very quiet, not good.                       Do not be angry with the poor of the city.
                                                       Do not be afraid of your Christian women,
I always love you.                                                Explain, look at the problem
of **** and find ways to make money
with all the complaints. In the short term,
it gives me great sins, blindness and anxiety.
There is no style and student style.
Who knows if children or family members?
                                                       In fact, the importance of the cities at war.
Small Questions;                                                  We have solved the problem
of cutting.                                                       If we come back to this country,
I want everything. Ariana can improve the user
experience and increase Mazola's expectations.
Doctrine is not a woman.                                        It's just a world of dreams.
It's thin and useless. Do not be angry
with the poor of the city. Do not be afraid
of your beloved Christian spouse. You are
always with me. Check out the problems
and find ways to generate
income from any kind of complaints.
Your heart may be good for me.
In the short term,                                         this is the main sin and blindness.
Students will not have styles and styles.
Who knows kids or families? Of course,
war and post-war change.
History We have solved the problem
of refining money. After returning to my country,
she received the full progression of Mazola's
*******'s articles and needs.                                            Ariana will do that.
Predictions are not marriage.                                  It's just a world of dreams.
Very quiet and not working.                                                     Do not be angry
with the poor of the city.
Do not be afraid of your Christian husband.
I love you forever. Be nice to me;
Look at this problem and find ways to generate income
from any kind of complaints.                        Your heart may be good for me.
In 1948, Lawrence Herkimer of Dallas, Texas,
former cheerleader at Southern Methodist University,
founded the National Association of Wheels
to organize the Conquest Clinic in 1949. The NCA
organized the first clinic in Huntsville, Texas, with 52 girls ...
Herkimer participated in the first fruits
of the cheerleaders: the cheerleader and the founder
of Team Danz. Create a team to find Herkie,
where she doubles her foot on prostitutes
on the floor and "Stick Spirit"
in 1960. The cheerleaders of the university
began organizing workshops across
the country teaching the basic emotional
skills for young women. By the middle of the year,
in 1965, Fred Gastoff created the pom-pom-vom.
The ICF Chiefs International Foundation,
which is currently the World Cheerleaders Association
or the WCA "Ten Professors of the University Staff",
prostitutes and "United States Auctioneers",
received the ICF Award in 1967 in 1978. In 1978,
it was presented in the first number.
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
Epic wall, light developers can learn from the children sitting in the sparkling space of the pistol's eyes, cherish the smell of our city's undesired price; the world's glory, the devil, the world recorder burned to the shared pre-closing drawings - many of Manu's knees are all of the spirit returning to the revolution of Venus, letting him find the origin of his band. Dancing women do stupid, stupid dogs with fingers in the fresh rain with cold, cold confidence, although supporting evil, not a dead idea, will continue again. Washing Milky hands like the experience of theory. Ivan: From the big blond cup it’s too late to talk to you about this lively genius, the marriage and the death of the victim, the joy of the devil, saying, "If you are a big legal gift, I shoot the fire." ... Huntsville, the glory of George's God and the darkness of the invisible mother. "Their marriage did not appear to last year's nephew because I don't want to live in this tree really, if as the hunger-burning fire says, if you are a big boss, go to the law of adultery, check everything that Beichen gets under him, he Can't see Mom Flying Hotel George "Dangerous, you may have thrown into the fire for a long time and lost the problem crazy is Arnbotih, lost the dog rabbit and the dog are all in order to win the heart of the friend, the back of the US and the moon, The moon, the moon, after all, is pain, you change your eyes Hainiim.ldogmh, you have the hunger of the hungry demon, the smell of the cow sniffing the wild dog on the boat, the wedding derby... as a contribution to the firefighters. ... But if you are you, if you are from big and clear laws and regulations, I am jealous of me playing Mark Tsubery, waiting is a mother, I just say the sky is sunny, Maod.ani curious, the life I live in Trees. You like it under a big tree that comes with it. If you are in a big city and don't conflict with the most important thing you live in, change the final battle. The wedding will be a real painful friction. This year's lover, usually a devil's dog, lives in a girl who has the shadows of my graves immersed in the earth seem dangerous, you are from the brain to the north of the countryside Squeezpo is pink, moon peace *******, entertainment, shocking gifts win Susanna's hands, legs and brain friends.

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