Ties That Bind
By Peg Keeley


Part 4

Ian found Danny at the payphone outside dialing for a cab as Lonnie shivered in the cold beside him. It did not take much convincing to get Williams to agree to come home with him for the night. Within fifteen minutes, Ian's wife was graciously throwing sheets on the guest bad and in another ten both Lonnie and Danny were asleep.

Danny slept the sleep of the dead he was so exhausted. Ian regretted awakening him at 6:30 AM with the news that Juliet had just expired. Danny's muscles were stiff from the accident and the inert sleep.

Sitting before a bowl of hot cereal and cup of coffee, Danny had little to say and the small, homey kitchen was silent except for the occasional clink of a spoon against the ceramic bowl.

"Sorry about her," O'Keefe commented to break the silence.

Danny merely nodded. "Can't change that. But we do need to find Audrey. Mind if I go talk to Dr. Ford?"

"I was hoping you'd ask. You're in that field and all and with Mrs. Harven being your cousin, well the lady doc might just tell you something. The answering service told us to meet her there at 9:00 AM. I'll take you by Adair's for a change of clothes."

He nodded.


Danny instructed O'Keefe towards the back service entrance to the estate that he recalled from his childhood. He was a little surprised to find it exactly as he'd remembered, except the trees and shrubs were taller. Gideon, without comment, admitted him, ushered him through the pantry and kitchen up the back stairs where he showered, changed, and shaved, then exited the house the same route back to where Ian waited in the car. Ian could not help but compare the event to a teenager trying to hide from his parents but he knew better than to discuss his observations.

At 9:00, they were in Michelle Ford's office in New City, just a bit north of Nyack. Introductions were exchanged.

"I was out of town until last night," Ford offered. "I did not know about Audrey Harven's disappearance or I would have contacted the FBI."

"And what would you have told the FBI?" Ian asked.

She opened the file before her. "First, let me clarify that Dr. Williams, as the sole surviving family member of Juliet and Audrey, it is your place to provide written permission for me to reveal the contents of these records."

"Yes, of course," he supplied quietly, but it was clear he was anxious to hear what Ford had to say.

She nodded. "Very well. Juliet brought Audrey to me four months ago. She was terribly upset because the child seemed to be rejecting her in favor of Lincoln Adair. Juliet was a very troubled young lady. She suffered from clinical depression with obsessive tendencies. It was difficult to ascertain if her fears were justified or paranoia. She had some pretty serious unresolved feelings about Adair herself."

"In what way?" asked Danny. He was aware that Ford was losing Ian in her terminology, but did not care.

"She had been intimately involved with him during the time they lived in his home."

Ian perked up. "You mean they were sexually involved?" He blurted.

Ford gave him a tolerant look. "Yes."

Danny swallowed a gag of disgust. A new dragon of hatred for Adair was born to accompany the others that were raging within him. "So Adair had the role of both parent and lover to Juliet," he clarified with remarkable calm, in spite of his righteous rage. "Did she terminate the relationship, or did he?"

Ford shook her head. "I never really was able to get the final on that out of her. At first I believed she had, but as time went on I began to have my doubts. Juliet had a split personality." She made the statement as one might have commented about having the flu. Ford paused for a moment to let it sink in. "As the therapy continued, it was like peeling an orange. Every section of Juliet was part of the whole, but separate and apart by itself. She wanted the parental attention of Adair and was jealous of her daughter. At the same time, she was apparently fulfilled in their sexual relationship."

That dirty old bastard. I cannot imagine that withered old prune with a young beautiful woman. The thought made Danny nauseated.

"Juliet was tormented by jealousy, guilt, fear, anger. As time went on, she had a more and more difficult time determining fantasy from reality. She loathed Adair, yet loved him. Eventually her feelings became so intense that in order to survive, she fled from Adair. When Adair expressed only concern for the welfare of Audrey, the jealousy and guilt fed each other."

"Was she capable of violence?" Ian asked.

"In the beginning, yes. But she was a long way from what I am describing when I last saw her. Clearly something happened, but what it was...." she shrugged.

"Well, what do you think it could have been?"

"Obviously, Audrey's disappearance would have tipped the scale," Ford offered. "Perhaps it restarted the same old cycle."

"And Adair got involved when she vanished," Danny added. "He was trying to have power over her again."

Ford glanced at her notes. "He is a forceful personality." She looked up at Danny and he wondered if she saw straight through him. It took determination not to squirm in the chair. "There was a part of Juliet that hated her daughter because of Audrey's childlike affection for him."

Ian spoke up. "When we went through the child's room, I found a note Audrey had written to Mr. Adair asking if she could go see him for Christmas. Do you think that would have been enough to get this all started again?"

There was a pained expression on Ford's face. "Possibly. Juliet called once before when Audrey had wanted to see Adair. Only -- this time I was out of town."

"Do you think Audrey could have run away? Could she actually be hiding on Adair's estate?" O'Keefe asked.

Ford thought for a moment. "No, Audrey, although she loved Adair, had a very deep bond with her mother that had been developing in the last two months in particular. It was almost as if she was mother to Juliet. And if she was on the estate, from all I have heard about Adair, he would have been prone to brag about it to Juliet, not hide it."

Good point, not to mention I asked Gideon. No one could hide anything from Gideon, Danny thought silently.

Ian sighed. "So, are we back to square one again? Has Audrey actually become just another in the painful numbers of missing children who are stolen and never recovered?"

Ford sighed quietly. "I'm afraid I cannot give you an answer to that one, but there is still a chance. Mr. Williams, you were the last one with Juliet before she died. When she became violent, what event preceded it?"

It took no effort to remember. Danny had replayed those fateful moments in his mind many times in the last several hours. "We were returning to her home so I could get the Mercedes. Lonnie asked about Singsing Prison. We could see the lights across the river." He took a breath. "He asked if an escaped convict could cross the ice. I told him that the ice would be too thin. Then he asked if one could swim the river."

"In the winder?" Ian laughed.

"Well, that's what I told him. I said they'd freeze because the water was too cold. Lonnie said something about it being an awful way to die. Next thing I knew, she was hitting me and screaming." He snapped his fingers. "Another thing, Ian. Remember yesterday afternoon? She was supposed to drop the ransom money, but seemed to lose her nerve? It was like she was mesmerized by the river." He soberly looked at Ford. "You said there was a part of Juliet that hated Audrey."

Ford slowly nodded. "With all you are telling me, I hate to say it but -- there is a real chance here that Audrey was never kidnapped at all."

"The river?" Ian whispered.


The sky had clouded over with a pale whitish-gray cast and the radio promised snow. Lonnie wanted snow, Danny thought to try to keep his mind off the horror of the unfolding events. Juliet did pick up Audrey, then murdered her child by throwing her into the river and never even knew she did it. Ford says to look by Lincoln's estate first because Juliet's personality would have wanted to see him suffer. I'd like to see him suffer, too -- but this is unbelievable. He drove Juliet to this. Why didn't I ever just contact my cousin and move her to Hawaii when Bruce died? This should never have happened. I didn't know. Maybe I didn't want to know.

They had decided to swing by Ian's home to check on Lonnie.

"Lincoln Adair sent a man to pick him up," Ian's wife said apologetically. "I hope that was okay."

Danny turned his back. "Let's go, O'Keefe."

As they headed for the estate, Ian commented, "The old guy probably thought you'd want him home."

"He's out to do anything to gain some kind of control," Danny replied coldly. "He wants Lonnie so he goes and gets Lonnie just to prove to me he can do it."

"The kid probably wanted to go home," Ian tried to lighten the air.

"That's for sure," Danny agreed, "but Lincoln's place isn't home."

They turned up the long drive. The gates were already standing open. "Why don't you go see your son," Ian suggested. "I'll start looking along the river."

"Want me to call the FBI?"

He shook his head. "Can't see bringing them in on this goose chase. Maybe we'll get lucky and be wrong."

They parked near the portico. Danny headed for the front door, Ian the riverbank out back. Lonnie was waiting at a window and upon spotting Danny, came running to the door. "What did you find out, Dad? Kenneth came and we came back and made popcorn balls. And Uncle Lincoln let me call Uncle Steve. Guess what! Uncle Steve's cow had her calf and it was twins!" he announced breathlessly.

Uncle Lincoln? "You called Uncle Steve?" Danny growled. "It is only five in the morning there right now. You woke him up."

Lonnie's exuberance and smile faded. "But, Uncle Lincoln said...."

Uncle Lincoln! "Why did you let him bring you back here?" Danny demanded.

He paused. "I--it was Kenneth. I -- I thought you'd want me to come back."

"If I'd wanted you here we would have come back last night."

Lonnie's shoulders sagged. "I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't know."

Danny stopped to consider his responses. I am starting to be as paranoid as Juliet. "It's okay, Lonnie, really. I'm sorry. I need to go down to the river to look for some clues with Officer O'Keefe. Would you ask Gideon to put on a pot of coffee for us for later?"

"Clues to what?" Lonnie's eyes brightened eagerly.

"Never mind, just stay here, okay?"

"Let me come."

Danny shook his head. He did not want his ten year old son finding the frozen body of the girl. "Not this time."

He sighed. "I'll give up the Nintendo again."

"No," he said gently. "Now, just tell Gideon like I asked."

Lonnie watched longingly as his dad left out the front door. He stood on the old wood paneled entryway a moment or two, watching until Danny could not longer be seen, then took his 49ers parka from the coat closet.


Danny caught up with O'keefe half way to the river, examining the wooded grounds for tracks. "We had half an inch of snow the day she disappeared -- nothing since," Ian explained. "So, if they were here, there should be some kind of tracks." He glanced up at the sky. "I shouldn't think that luck will hold for long." He and Danny separated a little, covering more territory between the trees and the riverbank. Danny felt the cold wind picking up. He had no gloves, he stuffed his hands into his pockets but his fingers were cold anyway. He was glad he did not live here. I suppose there are people who like this kind of weather. Ian never complains about it being cold, or wet. They moved south along the river.

Lonnie lingered near the corner of the porch that faced the river and watched as the two men disappeared amongst the thick grove of naked trees. He wasn't sure what they were looking for, but he sure didn't want to miss out on the developing case. Secret Agent Lonnie is on the case, he kidded himself. Moving as quiet as a cat, he follows from a distance while the enemy is completely unaware of his presence. He grinned at the little tale he was weaving. He slid down the bank to the brink of the ice and stopped to look at the river. The ice came right up to the dirt, coating twigs and leaves that were at the edge. He tested the edge of ice. He bent down and rubbed the rough whitish gray surface with his mittened hand. There did not seem to be any water at all. Good, I wouldn't want to be on the water. He shuddered. He remembered how his friends had taunted him at their class picnic at the beach last summer. They had all gone splashing into the surf to swim. All of them -- except me. Lonnie did not swim. Lonnie did not even like to wade in the surf. The feel of water around him, even when he could touch the bottom, sent absolute panic through him. He stepped out onto the rough ice. It's not much different than the ice at the rink at the mall -- just not as smooth. He bent down and picked up a pebble from the bank and threw it across the ice. As it skipped across the surface, it made an odd plunking noise as the sound vibrated back through the ice. Lonnie grinned, found another pebble and did it again. He slid his feet along the surface of the ice along the bank, pausing every few feet to toss another stone. He threw one as hard as he could out towards the center of wide river of ice. It skipped twice, then struck something protruding from the ice. Lonnie strained to see what it was.

Curiosity rising, he took a few steps away from the bank on the ice. He looked down, but could only see the rough gray white surface. He gave a little jump. The ice seemed hard enough. He looked back out towards the object stuck in the ice. He began to slowly slide his feet along the ice moving towards the object. He paused once, listening, but there was no sound except the wind whistling through the empty branches of the trees. He gained confidence. As Lonnie got closer, he could tell the thing poking up was green and pink -- maybe a piece of cloth. At last he reached what he recognized to be a child's backpack made of green and pink fabric with little daisies on it. He reach down and yanked on the strap that was visible, but the pack was held fast in the ice. He kicked the frozen pack, trying to loosen it, to no avail.

Danny and Ian had continued working their away slowly away from the estate. Ian now paused before a mound of something covered by snow and stopped. His pulse quickened. Trapped between hoping to solve the riddle, but not wanting the child to be dead, he picked up a stick and probed gently with it. The mound was an old piece of rotting canvas covering a collection of blackened leaves. He heaved a sigh of relief.

"Ian," Danny called at just that moment, squatting down before a depression on the loose snow. It could be a human track. If so, it was probably that of a woman. "What do you think?" Danny pointed to it.

Ian turned to face Danny, and when he did, a movement on the ice caught the corner of his eye. "O my God!" he shouted in his large, deep baritone.

Danny jumped, a moment of confusion at O'Keefe's reaction, then also turned towards the river.

"That ice won't hold!" Ian shouted. Lonnie! Lonnie! Get out of there!" He was already running for the river, Danny right behind him.

Lonnie heard the shouts, but not the words. With one more heroic kick, he heard the ice crack and he yanked the backpack free, holding the bag over his head. "Look what I found!" he shouted. There was an ominous deep groan and a sickening crack. The ice beneath Lonnie's feet gave way and he was plunged into the frigid Hudson River. He kicked in panic, clawing at the edge of the ice, trying to scramble out, but the ice kept breaking off. I'm drowning! I'm going to die! Numbness and freezing cold caught his breath away. He would never have imagined cold could be so painful. He could not even call for help. He kicked and thrashed in the water unable to swim, unable to think, quickly depleting his energy. Even before the two men could reach the river, he was already slowing from exhaustion.

O'Keefe caught Danny's arm as they reached the river's edge. "Get back to the car, call for help. I've got a blanket in the back. Bring it down here."

"I've got to get Lonnie!" Danny shouted. No way I'm leaving my son!

"I know what I'm doing!" O'Keefe fired back. "I've trained for this and you haven't. Now, do as I said!"

In spite of his panic, Danny understood the plain sense of O'Keefe's words and raced up the steep forested hill towards the house, slipping on wet snow and leaves as he ran. By the time he reached the top, his lungs ached from the cold air and he was out of breath. He yanked Ian's car door open and grabbed the police radio. "Child in the river," he gasped to the dispatcher. "West bank just south of the Adair Estate." Upon receiving her confirmation, he snatched up the blanket from the back seat and was already racing back down to the river.

Ian was inching his way across the ice on his stomach, trying to spread his two hundred fifty pounds of body weight as much as possible. "Hang on, Lonnie!" he shouted. "Hold on, I'm coming!"

Lonnie was already past hearing, pass speaking, past rational thought. His movements were slowing, as shock set in. All that remained was animalist terror.

Ian was within ten feet and could feel the ice beginning to crack beneath him. He wiggled out of his coat and, holding onto one sleeve threw it like a rope towards the hole. "Lonnie, see if you can grab my coat!" But the coat fell hopelessly too short and he could see that the boy was already beyond helping himself. O'Keefe glanced back over his shoulder to see Danny making his way out onto the ice on foot. "Lay down! Crawl!" O'Keefe shouted.

Danny immediately obeyed, belatedly recalling something from first aid about weight distribution on ice. He scrambled forward, ignoring the wet cold that sank through his clothes, aware only of the black curls of his son's hair that were sinking lower in the freezing water.

"Grab my legs!" Ian shouted as Danny reached him, "I'm going to try to get closer. He elbowed his way closer to the hole, the coat in one hand. The ice gave a forbidding moan.

Danny gripped Ian about the knees, "Lonnie! Reach towards us!"

O'Keefe tossed out the coat once again and this time the edge flopped into the water at the edge of the hole. It was less than inches from Lonnie. "Grab it, son!" O'Keefe shouted, but Lonnie was too dazed and numb to reply. "We're gonna have to go all the way!" Ian shouted back at Danny who himself was so frightened for Lonnie he was past words. The two men again inched closer towards the hole, listening as the ice crunched and cracked, but held. Ian knew they were both past the safe point now.

A siren could be heard in the distance. A police car bounded into the woods at the top of the hill and slid down the snow bank, embedding it's hood in a drift. The officer climbed out of the window, calling directions to other teams as he ran for his trunk and first aid equipment.

"Come on, Lonnie," Ian murmured, noting that the boy was almost unconscious. Lonnie's skin had paled, his lips were purple. There were ice crystals forming on his black hair. "Stay with me, son." He gave a heroic lunge forward, Danny now clinging to his ankles, and grabbed hold of Lonnie's hair just as the child slipped beneath the surface of the water. He pulled him up by the hair, then grabbed his chin, then under one arm, breathing prayers of thanks to have the boy at all.

"Can you pass him back here?" Danny asked. Thank God! Lonnie, hang on, boy, it's almost over.

Ian turned on his side, pulling Lonnie up onto the ice until the boy's shoulders were out of the water. There was a loud snap and the ice began to break away beneath O'Keefe's chest. "Pull back, Dan! Pull back!"

Danny dug in backward with his knees and feet, trying to pull Lonnie and O'Keefe away from the opening, but Ian's large build was difficult to pull on the ice and it was taking everything Danny had to move them at all. Lonnie was out up to his waist when the ice suddenly collapsed, throwing him back in and dunking Ian up to his waist.

Ian grabbed desperately at Lonnie, snatching him back by the collar. There was another deep moan and a crunch.

Danny held onto Ian with all his strength, but the effort was in vain. With the new fracture, Ian was plunged into the widening hole with Lonnie. Danny was dragged forward and was soaked up to his shoulders, but managed to stay on the ice. The temperature caught his breath away. Ian was struggling to keep Lonnie afloat and keep himself moving as well. He shoved Lonnie towards Danny who grabbed his son by the front of his jacket. Danny began to slide backwards along the slippery surface again. He could not take his eyes off the white skin frosted with ice crystals. He could not tell if Lonnie was even breathing. I have to move fast. I need to get O'Keefe out of there, too. He could feel the ice giving slightly as he finally had Lonnie completely out of the water. "O'Keefe! Hang on!" Ice formed immediately on Lonnie's soaked clothing. Danny bearly paid attention to the pink and purple backpack that was entangled in the boy's legs.

There were shouts from the riverbank about thirty yards away -- the fire department had arrived. They issued calls of encouragement as they quickly removed a ladder from the side of the truck.

Danny checked Lonnie's pulse. At first he thought there was none, it was so slow. He quickly pulled off his own coat and wrapped it around the boy. He looked back at O'Keefe who was making attempts to pull himself from the icy river. Danny extended a hand. "Give me your hand."

"No," he gasped. "Get the boy to safety. Move him back."

Danny started to slide back, pulling Lonnie with him. He crawled back about fifteen yards, continuing to look back at O'Keefe every few seconds. The officer was no closer to freeing himself and Danny noticed the man's actions were slowing down. "O'Keefe!"

Ian made another grab at the brittle ice, then suddenly gasped and gripped his chest. He stiffened, struggled just a moment before collapsing limp into the water.

He's having a heart attack! Caught between the two responsibilities, Danny glanced towards shore. A fireman was crawling across the ice towards them over the ladder laid across the ice. It was going to take at least another minute. Danny looked at his unconscious son again, realizing that his help was at hand. Leaving Lonnie, he started crawling back towards Ian. With no coat, he was shiveringso badly he could not coordinate his own actions; his fingers numb from the ice. He made it to the hole and reached out across the icy water to grab Ian's arm. Danny pulled Ian to the edge of the hole, checked quickly for a pulse, remembering how slow Lonnie's had been. There was none. He pulled Ian's head and shoulders onto the ice and it creaked ominously. Danny puffed two breaths into Ian. Again the ice beneath complained. The combined weight of the two men was pushing this fragile spot of ice to the limit. Danny glanced over his shoulder. The rescue team was half way to the shore with Lonnie. It was ten yards from Lonnie had been to where he clutched Ian half out of the water at the hole. It's going to take several minutes for them to get back out here. I have to keep him alive. Danny breathed into Ian again. He tried to get his hand around to the man's chest to perform some kind of cardiac compression. He pressed the palm of his hand against O'Keefe's chest.

Ice water was suddenly rushing up around him and Danny was struggling towards the surface, Ian beside him. The cold was devastating. He gripped O'Keefe's shirt in his left hand snatching with his right repeatedly at the edge of the ice the kept breaking away.

The rescue workers were nearly to short with Lonnie when a companion shouted about the others in the river. Delivering the unconscious Lonnie into their arms, the two workers started back with the ladder once again. As they passed the spot from which they had retrieved Lonnie, they observed the ice beginning to bow and crack around them. One pushed against the surface with his boot and a new small hole broke through. In three words, they decided for one to remain where he was with a tow rope connected to his partner who continued ahead with the ladder across the perilous flow. Still fifteen feet from the hole, the second man stopped unable to continue forward because of breaking ice. He knotted another nylon rope to the ladder and pushed it towards the hole. It slid forward until it stopped, the first rung extended beyond the edge of the broken ice.

"Grab the ladder!" the fireman yelled to Danny. "I can pull you back!"

Danny was shivering uncontrollably, trying to keep Ian above water, so numb he could barely keep a grip on the other man's shirt. O'Keefe was gray white, his eyes half shut unblinking, mouth sagging open. He looked dead. Danny tried to breathe into him, but could hardly breathe for himself. "He's had a heart attack! You need to do something."

"Grab the ladder!"

Danny could see the aluminum ladder but it looked so far away. He struggled to reach his arm out. Ian slipped from his grasp and he needed both arms to grab him again. "I can't reach it!" he gasped.

"Yes, you can. Just reach out, it's right there!"

"I can't." It's too hard, I'm too tired, I just want to rest. Just forget it. Just let it all go.

"Hey!" the fireman shouted, rattling the ladder. "Grab it. Come on! It's right beside you!"

It's the cold. I can't think. Where is the ladder? He looked at it again. "Too hard."

"Let go of O'Keefe!" the rescuer shouted.

Danny focused on the voice. Let go? "I can't. He'll die."

"He's dead already. He goes or you both do!"

Danny tightened his grip on Ian's shirt, glancing at the officer who'd risked his life for Lonnie. "I can't."

"Come on. He's dead. Let go of him," the fireman called again. "Grab the ladder!"

Danny tried to twist the fingers of his left hand tighter into the fabric of O'Keefe's shirt. The truth was the fingers were so numb, he didn't think he could let go if he wanted to. There is a chance for him, there has to be a chance. With the last of his strength, he gave a powerful lunge and took hold of the freezing aluminum ladder with his right hand.

"Hold on!" The fireman began to pull back on the rope and inch the ladder towards himself.

The ladder began to pull back. As it did, Danny felt the weight of Ian now holding him back. He was pulled forward across the edge of the ice that sliced through his shirt and cut his arm. The ice broke off and dipped him back into the water. Agonizingly slowly the ladder moved inch by freezing inch , each time the surface of the ice snapped and broke again, but Dan held onto Ian with one hand, the ladder with the other. He was numb inside and out, unable to think, unable to move his fingers, arms, legs, almost unable to breathe. He could no longer hold his own head out of the water each time they dropped back into the wintry river. The fireman who was pulling the line back kept calling encouragement, but Danny could not understand the words.

Then the ladder drew back, the ice slid beneath Danny's arm, rubbing the bleeding underarm again and this time held. Danny had a fleeting moment of hope, only dimly able to recognize that something was different. Suddenly, Ian's weight was holding him back, doubling, tripling as they were being drawn from the water. The cloth was twisted around his left wrist to the point of cutting off circulation, but he did not feel it. And he could not think enough try to let go. Nor could he feel his right hand that was frozen to the metal ladder. The ladder hit a small bump in the ladder breaking Danny's frozen grip. The fingers pulled free from the ladder and the two men started to slide back into the water.

Danny gasped, comprehending that they were losing.

They stopped.

He looked up at the leather covered hand that gripped his right hand and into the hazel eyes of the firefighter leaning across the ladder hanging onto to him. "Made it," the man said with a smile. "Pull the rope!" He hollared back and his partner, another twenty feet back on the ice, began to tow the ladder the fireman laid across. In moments, Danny and Ian were both out of the water and the wind whipped across their wet clothes freezing the garments to them.

In moments, the man with the rope was close enough to shore to throw the rope to others. The three men on shore hauled on the rope with all their might and the ladder skidded across the ice like a sled completing the journey to the bank in seconds.

As O'Keefe was dragged ashore, the paramedics dropped him on his back into the snow and started CPR in earnest.

Danny was too frozen to walk and was literally carried to the ambulance where Lonnie was being cared for. Someone threw a thermal blanket over Danny's shoulders. Inside the rig was hot. Danny began to regain his sense of awareness quickly and was surprised at how painful the heat was. Every inch of his skin throbbed. Lonnie lay, wrapped in a blanket that resembled aluminum foil with just his face peeking out, a warmed IV running in the vein of his arm. Danny noted, gratefully that the boy's color looked good.

The siren started on the ambulance and it bounced up the snowy terrain to the road. Danny glanced out the glass of the back window towards the group that still huddled over Ian in the snow, as they prepared to place him in the second ambulance. Danny wondered if the officer could possibly be alive.


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