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Song of the chapter, 'My Father's Father,' by The Civil Wars

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"Are you sure about this?"

"We don't have another choice."

"Jesus," Brooks huffed out. He shifted nervously on his feet while Jonah was fetching some shovels from the upkeep shed for the graveyard. "I just–her body..."

"I know. We have to," I said. "Jonah won't let anything happen to the body."

"It's like it's her but it's not. I dunno..."

I opened my mouth when Jonah walked out. He gave me a shovel then tossed Brooks one as well. "Alright, where is she?"

Brittany's grave was close to a big oak tree by the water which was good for us. Her gravestone had two angels on it and there were still fresh flowers in a vase at the base. It was so calm here–sleepy almost. It was more like she was sleeping and we were about to peel back the layer of earth to wake her up.

But at first, none of us could. Brooks was practically shaking and my heart almost hurt to think that we were about to rob her body, but it was for a good cause–we hoped.

Finally, Jonah tugged at his hair then shoved his shovel in the ground and went to work. I found myself quickly helping him with Brooks reluctantly joining. We said nothing. What we were doing was disrespectful enough; talking seemed to make it worse.

After we got deep enough, I started to try and push the dirt back so it wouldn't fall into the hole. We tried to keep the pieces with grass aside so we could easily patch it back together. The last thing we needed was it to look fishy.

Her casket was a dark mahogany. I couldn't help but think that even as dirty as it was that it was beautiful. Brooks looked at it for the longest time then stumbled back while I climbed down the rope ladder I had found in the shed to help Jonah.

Jonah looked at me and I nodded. He undid the latches then got the crowbar and started to pry it open. At first I wasn't sure that he would be able to until it finally popped open."Brooks, go get the tarp man."

Brooks hurried up the ladder then carefully handed the tarp to me. I laid it off to the side so there would be an easy transition, although nothing was easy about seeing her. The smell itself was revolting. I almost threw–Brooks did throw up. Jonah gagged slightly then hissed out some curses as he stumbled back. This was the ugly part–the part I was used to. Decomposition was not a lovely process by any means.

Her family must have had her embalmed because she was still pretty in tact. However, this was Louisiana and it was hot as hell down here. The smell itself said that her body was starting to probably decompose faster than most normally embalmed bodies in a casket would–probably the heat and other components of the soil.

"That's bad," Jonah choked out.

I nodded and lifted the other door of the casket at her feet. "We need to be careful, her skin is delicate. It doesn't look like she's too liquidy yet, but let's not take chances."

Jonah just looked at me with wide eyes before he grabbed the tarp. He laid it next to the casket then walked to the other side. "Alright, come on Mina."

"What are you doing?"

"Baby, are you going to pick her up?"

"We can't just roll her!"

"What if she like, leaks?! Or explodes on us!"

"Oh Jesus," Brooks groaned, his face still squeamish. "Oh Jesus, what? Explode! They do that? Are you fuc–really?!"

I rolled my eyes then walked over to her. I didn't have gloves but this wasn't my first body to handle. Although, dead bodies–dead weight were not fun and I was right, her skin was fragile. She was a little too gooey. Jonah ended up getting her feet, mostly because he was afraid that I was about to rip her legs off on accident.

We finally had her in the tarp that we carefully rolled up and folded so she wouldn't get too wet. He picked her up and looked up at Brooks. "I'll meet you two at the sisters."

"Ok," I said before I kissed him. "Be careful."

Jonah nodded and carefully climbed out with Brittany over his shoulder before he cradled her again when he got onto the top soil. Brooks just watched him, his eyes watery before he shook his head. "Fück."

I nodded then shut the casket. "Let's cover it and go," I said.

He nodded quickly while he helped me out. "Ya, let's just–ya let's go."

"Hey?" I asked carefully. "Hey, if you need a minute?"

"I'm good," he rushed out as he picked his shovel up. "Let's just get the hell out of here."

I nodded then quickly as my arms would let me, started to help him cover the grave. He had to go get buckets of water so we could stomp the soil down while I covered the top back with the little pieces of grass that I had set aside. It looked... well it looked strange, but well, fück it.

Brooks and I were solemn on the boat, both of us practically chugging down a beer–covered in mud and dirt, not suspicious at all. He was almost numb looking. I couldn't imagine–if I had to see Jonah that way...

"Are you sure you're alright?"

He just laughed and tossed his hands up. "No, but I mean, what–like how the hell am I supposed to be?"

"Fair," I said as I opened up another beer for him. "Drink."

He drank, then drank a little more. I didn't blame him at all.

When we got back to the sisters, Jonah was waiting outside. He was still covered in dirt with an annoyed look on his face. "They said that we can't come in."

"What?!"

"It's like a weird ass mix of the Blair Witch Project, Hocus Pocus, and some Paranormal Activity shit in there."

"Well hell," Brooks groaned. "I need a shower and another drink."

"Did you talk to Callie?"

Jonah shook his head. "I need a drink."

"We can't go to the shack," I said. "Jonah they already suspect."

"How long did they say?" Brooks asked.

"A few hours," Jonah replied.

"We can't go inside?" I asked.

Jonah shook his head. "No."

I nodded. "Alright, Brooks and I will be back."

"What–Mina?"

"We're going to get booze, then we're coming back here."

"We are?"

"Mina?"

"They owe us answers and if I have to camp out here I will!" I said hotly. "I need a drink. Ok, just stay, we'll be back."

Jonah arched a brow then sat back down on the dock while I pulled the boat away. Brooks just chugged his beer then popped open another. "I think I need liquor."

"You and me both."

Brooks finished off the beer on the boat, but he was still sober enough to help me roll a keg onto the boat then help me carry a cardboard box of booze and mixers and a cooler of ice onto the boat. I grabbed some of the food–leftover cake, some chips, and a huge box of Cheez-Its because I knew Jonah loved them. I knew he loved them so much I grabbed two boxes.

My dad was passed out in his recliner. I thought to wake him but he looked so peaceful. Instead, I threw a blanket on him then wrote him a note to call me. We had so little peace right now, I couldn't just rip this from him.

Brooks was munching on some potato chips, eying the jars of salsa I brought for us. He looked up at me and held a jug up. "I got the sangria!"

"Fantastic," I laughed out.

Jonah was still laying on the dock with Diana on his chest when we got back. He jumped up then waved us to him. "Let's pull it around back."

I nodded and let him climb in as Diana scampered to me. "Oh hey honey," she said airily.

"Hey you," I said with a smile while Jonah steered the boat carefully around back. "Anything?"

She shook her head. "Not yet, but don't worry. I've got girls all in the station."

"Baby, what all is this?"

"We wanted snacks!" Brooks said. "And look!" he picked up the box of Cheez-Its and shook them. "Ya?"

Jonah looked back at me. "Baby, is Brooks–"

"Probably but totally fair."

"Brooks is fine," Brooks said as he poured himself some sangria over ice. "Brooks is going to be fine," he added while he poured a floater of tequila on it. "The love of my life is just in there, with those three women, like half gooey because she's fücking dead. We just dug her up. So–I mean, I heard hell is nice?"

Jonah looked at me then shook his head while Diana sighed. "Oh dear, he is not good honey. Not good."

"Ya," I sighed out. "He'll make it."

Jonah pulled the boat up to the back then cut the engine. The blinds were closed tight, a strange rumble coming from the house. I looked at Jonah who just shrugged while Brooks just picked up a jug of sangria for himself. Diana scampered to him and rubbed his leg. He sighed and picked her up. "You with me?"

She tapped her tail twice on his sleeve and he just laughed. "Hot date–we're taking the other box of Cheeze-Its."

Brooks more or less stumbled out of the boat and Jonah just shook his head. He got up with a sigh and looked at the box of booze and snacks. "We only had two boxes of Cheeze-Its?"

I rolled my eyes. "Needy." Jonah chuckled then took out two red solo cups while I walked back to the bench seat. I heard the ice crunching as he scooped it in the cups then bottles opening. "What are you making?"

"Mmm?"

"What are you making?"

"Eh–just you know."

"Jonah?"

"There," he said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "This, this is amazing."

"What did you do?"

"Tequila–" I gave him a long look. "It's necessary."

"Jonah..." the last time we had tequila together, well, we never did find our clothes from that night.

"I promise to make sure you keep all your clothes on." My brows raised because that had to be the first time I ever heard that. Jonah chuckled as he walked to me. "Ok, for now, Mina."

I rolled my eyes then sat up enough to see Brooks having his own full blown conversation with Diana who just tapped her tail. "Where's Moses?"

"With Nana Jones, well, watching her," he answered as he handed me my drink.

I took a long sip and it felt like my whole body was cringing. "Jesus Jonah–"

"Oh switch," he said, quickly taking my cup and giving me his.

"Mine's a little stronger, takes more to get even tipsy. Really annoying."

He crawled between my legs then turned so his back was laying on my front. "There's practically no–it's like just all tequila!"

"I like tequila baby," he said before he kissed my fingers that were interlaced with his. "Almost as much as I like you."

"Just like?"

He chuckled and kissed my wrist right before there was a loud bang in the house. Jonah sat up quickly, a growl vibrating off of him. Brooks drunkenly looked up with a sad look on his face. "Brit?"

"I don't think it works that way," I told Brooks, who just looked at me in confusion.

"You sure?"

Diana tapped her tail twice as another boom rumbled, shaking the rickety dock. "Jonah?"

It was quiet again. Too quiet. It was quiet until the sound of crickets picked up again and the wind felt like it released its breath. It was quiet until Brooks just dug into the box of Cheez-Its. "Damn these are good."

Jonah opened his mouth but I just put my hand over it. "He just dug up his dead girlfriend."

"They weren't together–"

"Jonah..." Jonah sighed then leaned back against me, taking my hand in his again. I took a long drink of the drink he made me; sangria, tequila, and some kind of juice. "Have you heard anything?"

He pressed his lips to the inside of my wrist. "No." I leaned my chin on his shoulder, fear swelling in me. "It wasn't physically big, it had to be small. The rats saw them scouring an area, but we don't know what they found. She has friends in the station–we're going to know baby."

"What do you think they are doing in there?"

"I don't want to know."

"Me either!" Jonah and I both looked over at Brooks who just shoved some Cheez-Its in his mouth before he swallowed a large gulp of sangria.

Jonah groaned then leaned back against me. "You would think he wouldn't cock-block so much."

"Jonah, his–"

"I know, I know," he sighed before he pressed his lips to my wrist. "Do you remember when we actually first drank tequila?"

I laughed through my nose and nodded. "I tried to go skinny dipping in a bathtub, which you told me was just bathing–"

"But nope," Jonah said with a laugh. "Because you were skinny dipping and totally not bathing at all," he said with a laugh.

"I was so hungover the next day."

"Mhmm," he hummed. "I brought you PopTarts and we hid under the covers I think the whole day because you thought the light was going to 'melt' you."

I groaned against his shoulder. "You and Natty were just as bad. Remember when he convinced you to do Jello shots?"

"Jesus," he said with a laugh. "You couldn't taste the vodka!"

"That's the point!"

"I think Natty threw up."

"He did," I said before I took a long sip of my drink. "He told me to hold his hair–which really meant his hat."

"Drama queen," Jonah laughed out.

"Please, you are horrible the next morning," I said. "Remember? 'Ugh, Mina my stomach hurts so bad'," I said in a mock male voice. "You like would only drink gingerale and eat Cheeze-Its. I had to go to Wal-Mart while you showered with the lights off because it made your headache worse."

"It was so bad," he groaned. "I think that's one of the worst hangovers I've ever had."

"Natty would only eat grapes. Remember? He was very insistent I get him green grapes."

"Princess," he sighed out before he kissed my wrist again.

"We all used to have so much fun."

"Am I not fun now?"

"Jonah..."

"Baby, I thought I was really fun?"

"You're fücking scary bro! It's not ok!"

"Drink your damn sangria and stop eavesdropping!" I snorted out a laugh. "I could cut his–"

"If it was you, you would be just as bad."

He turned, pulling me down a little so I was slightly under him. His eyes looked so mossy green, mesmerizing. For a brief moment, it was just him and I, on the boat without a care. "That house would have been in pieces if it was me."

"You're so romantic."

He shrugged. "Hopelessly," he teased before he kissed me, and once again we were like to teenagers making out in my dad's boat under the cover of the night.

But that moment was brief because soon the back door was bursting open. Jonah and I both sprung up to see Alemira marching towards us, Spanish being uttered under her lips. She jumped onto the boat then snatched the bottle of tequila and started to chug it.

My eyes went wide while a few Cheeze-It's fell out of Brooks' mouth as Lucette dunked her head in the water and started to drink it. Chloe just stumbled out then found her way to Brooks; she snatched the jug of sangria and started to chug it down.

"That–the hell!" Brooks said before he looked at us.

Alemira put the bottle of tequila down and gasped for air. "Aye Jesus Cristo."

"Oh my–those always take it out of me," Lucette said tiredly. "Oh, they brought snacks."

"I do like these crackers," Chloe said while she shoved her hand in the box, grabbing a large handful of crackers.

Alemira took another drink then looked back at me. "A bitch of a job that is."

"But she's ok?" Brooks rushed out. "Is she ok? What did you do to her? Is she–"

"She's fine child," Chloe said. "Her body is fine."

"Can I–"

"No," Lucette said gently to him. "Right now she is not in a place that you want to see."

"What–"

"What did you do?" I asked. "What have you–"

"It's a process and not an easy one," Alemira said. Her eyes softened as she looked over at Brooks. "Give her some time and he can see her but not now."

She took a few steps then stumbled. Jonah got up quickly and rushed to her as she sucked in a sharp breath. "Rest–I need rest."

"We all do," Lucette said with a yawn.

"It's not an easy ritual," Chloe added before she started to walk back towards the house like a zombie.

"So, can we still party?" Brooks asked, his drunk eyes looking back at us.

"Inside, just shut up and get inside," Alemira groaned.

Jonah looked at me then rolled his eyes. We ended up cuddled together in a bedroom the sisters had given Jonah. I had put a blanket over Brooks; he decided that he couldn't' really bathe in sangria and ended up passing out after the sisters all stumbled together up into a bedroom where the shut the door tight.

I was laying on Jonah's bare chest, his fingers combing through my hair and his other hand under my sports bra, just resting–waiting. We were just waiting; I hated waiting. I wanted to wake them but Jonah said not too, he said that they all felt like they were in a deep sleep–something that shouldn't be disrupted.

"What are you thinking?"

"Would you still marry me?"

"What?"

"Would you still marry me, Mina?"

I rolled my head so my chin rested on his chest. I hadn't thought about anything like marriage since, well, since Jonah...

I hadn't thought about it because I wouldn't have done it with anyone else–I hadn't felt like I could with anyone else. Marriage–the idea terrified me. The idea felt like a prison. But the idea of it with Jonah was the easiest thing ever.

"Why are you asking Jonah Jones?"

He shrugged. "We could do like Vegas baby, but like, in Cancun."

"So you want to take me to a church that Elvis runs and have drunken nuptials?"

He chuckled because a few times Jonah mentioned that he was going kidnap me to Vegas when we were in high school; an idea that my father was more than furious about. "Would it be so bad?"

"It seems, I don't know? Like, it's like we are already?" I held up my hand, the veins humming on my wrist and the black on my finger like electricity.

"Baby, your last name is going to be Jones soon enough."

"A name change isn't hard Jonah–"

"Mina," he said with a teasing growl.

"Fine, you can have your drunken nuptials, Jonah Jones."

He dipped down to kiss me, his lips tasting like the sangria we had been drinking. "And matching tattoos."

"Jonah we already have those."

"Mina I got ideas," he teased before he kissed me again.

"Ideas?"

"Mhmm."

"Show me?"

He chuckled then carefully pulled my sports bra over my head. "You're filthy baby."

"Then what does that make you?" I asked teasingly. "Hmmm?"

Jonah nipped at my neck while he carefully laid me under him. "Thirsty," he said before he slowly bit into my neck.

He was thirsty and soon I was thirsty; I didn't realize how much I missed his blood until I was sucking on his wrist while he was sucking on other parts of me... parts of me that had me suppressing something that would have woken the sisters.

Eventually, I was half asleep curled up in him, that dreamy place between asleep and awake where reality is suspended. Jonah had his nose buried in my hair, his fingers still looked slightly more like claws–he was more demon than man this time with me but I wasn't complaining.

"Um yes, hello!" I heard a voice say. I groaned and curled into Jonah who sleepily growled. "Will you two wake up?! Bloody hell, we don't have all day."

"What?" I croaked out.

"Yes, yes, well, it's a lovely morning out. You two look like a pair of mass murderers–Jonah does she even have blood in her veins now–"

Jonah snarled so harshly that I think I actually whimpered. An actual whimper. Moses just hissed back at him. "Oh do get over yourself. We're going to be having breakfast soon, so buggar off."

"Out!" Jonah growled out.

Moses hissed again then crankily slid out while Jonah just fell back onto the bed, groaning as he pulled me to him. "Moody much?" I asked.

"Mmm," he hummed.

"Mmm?"

"Mina, it's too early baby. Go back to sleep."

"They're awake. I have questions," I yawned out. "We need to get up."

"Mmm."

"Jonah, come on, get up."

"I am up baby."

I rolled my eyes. "Morning wood doesn't count Jonah," I said while I slid out of bed.

He yawned and cuddled the pillow I had been sleeping on. "You didn't say that the other morning."

"Get up!" I chucked a shoe at him while I pulled my underwear back on.

"Mmmm."

"Jonah I'm naked..."

"Wha–" he squinted then looked at me while I pulled a sweatshirt on. "Oh, come on baby."

"Get up!"

"Hardass," he grumbled while I pulled a pair of his basketball shorts on; I had to roll them a few times so you could tell that I had knees, but I couldn't lie, Jonah's clothes were more comfortable than mine.

I just laughed then headed out the door when Jonah caught up to me, more like sleepily yanked me back to him so he could crush his lips onto mine. I moaned into his mouth because I was so weak when it came to him. His chest vibrated and I found my knees going weak; his arms holding me up as he sucked on my earlobe. "Stealing my clothes Mina?"

"You tore mine if you don't remember?"

"Mmm," he hummed before he squeezed one of my cheeks. "I do, actually."

"Asshole," I chuckled out while Jonah put some shorts on.

He tugged on a t-shirt before he tugged me out into the hall where coffee filled the air. I took a big lungful then groaned longingly. Jonah just smirked at me. "Didn't get enough last night?"

I rolled my eyes. "I need coffee."

"You sure Mina?" he asked as he nipped at my neck.

"Did Moses say what they found out?"

Jonah shook his head. "Not yet, we'll know. There are enough rats in that damn station–there's no way not to know."

"Agreed," I sighed out as we walked down the stairs hand in hand.

Lucette was sipping some tea and Alemira was knitting in a corner with Reina draped over her lap. Moses slept next to her on the couch while Chloe washed her hands of what looked like flour in the sink. They all stopped what they were doing when we walked into the kitchen. They all stopped, almost like they were holding their breaths–tension like a thick fog around us.

"Oh God," Brooks groaned as he blinked his eyes open. "Oh, sweet Jesus–it hurts so bad."

Alemira snickered out a laugh. "Good morning to you too."

Brooks sat up on the couch with a pained groggy look on his face; his hair was all smushed on the side of his head that he had slept on as was his beard. Diana stretched from the corner of the blankets that she was curled up in and waved her tail to us. "Hello, you two!"

"Diana, did you hear anything?"

She shook her head. "Well, the girls said they found another origami–"

"Shit," I groaned. "And?"

"That was it," she said. "They weren't sure what kind. She said she thinks there's more but they haven't been able to see anything. It's all been kept very quiet."

"Even better!" I pinched the bridge of my nose as a headache started to form. Jonah lead me over to the kitchen table where I easily collapsed into the seat.

"Here," Chloe said as she carried a pair of coffee cups and the kettle over. "I got biscuits comin' soon with some bacon and some gravy–but this should tide you over."

"Thank you," I said.

"Oh God yes," Brooks said as he looked at the kettle. Jonah just rolled his eyes and poured some coffee into his cup while Brooks stumbled into the kitchen to fetch his own coffee cup; he found one that was white with elegant blue flowers all over the porcelain, a dark blue like a new storm, that he almost dropped when he saw Jonah squeezing some blood from his wrist that he had bit into my cup.

He just wobbly pointed. "Dude, like, ok that's–can you not wait until after I've had at least a cup of coffee?"

Jonah gave him a long look that had him shutting up pretty quickly. I rolled my eyes while Jonah poured coffee into the cup. I took a long sip then looked so Alemira who was lighting up a cigar. "My mother. I want to know. Now, no excuses."

She sighed and walked over while Chloe set two pans of biscuits on the table. Lucette sat down, Jacque on her shoulder, and she put some jelly and butter next to the biscuits. "Wilhelmina, you must know, that we only know so much. This future–this story may have nothing to do with what's happening–we have to always consider that option."

"Or it could have everything to do with it," I point out. Jonah sighed and put a hand on my leg while Brooks got up to help Chloe with the food.

"Which is why we have withheld," Alemira said. "There's no reason to bring up dead bones if they only will cause more chaos and pain–"

"She was my mother," I said. "I deserve to know."

"True, but we could not tell you until we were sure you were the same as the one she left."

"What?" I asked while Brooks set a bowl of scrambled eggs and a big plate of bacon down.

"A long time ago," Lucette said while Jonah started to pile food on my plate. "William, our William–he was a good man. He was one of our favorites," she explained. "He never complained about how he was–"

"How did he come to be that way?" Brooks asked as he took a seat. Reina flickered her tongue in the air then started to slither over to him; he smiled and carefully scooped her up so she could sleep in his lap.

"He had tuberculosis," Lucette answered. "Was dying. He wanted to die on the water–he loved the water so he rowed himself out to the middle of the swamp. The watcher before him found him, explained everything–well as much as he could, and William said yes."

"He wasn't a bad man," Chloe said as she sat down.

"No, he was not," Alemira said in agreement while Moses slid up the leg of the chair and into Jonah's lap.

"We didn't realize–" Lucette paused and shook her head. "He was so in love and we didn't see it. We were so blind."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Your mother," Alemira said. "She was to him what you are to your Jonah. He was so in love with her but she was with your father."

I felt the breath in my lungs leave. Jonah's hand was frozen on my thigh; my heartbeat raced and my mouth was dry. My hands picked the coffee up ad my mouth drank so much that it burned–too much hot at once.

"Easy baby," Jonah said to me; he handed me a napkin so I could wipe the loose coffee drops leaving my lips.

"And?" I croaked out after.

"She told him no, that she was with your father and to be married," Lucette said. "William was so upset. I just remember him being so down–so depressed. He wouldn't say, but we all had a hunch.

"It was a little more than a year later he found her again. She was pregnant with you. Your mother wasn't a bad woman, she just–her heart belonged so something more wild than this swamp. She always had such a wild heart, it's why your father loved her so–"

"But he could never keep it," Chloe sighed out. "It was never supposed to be his, but yet it was for a short time. He was so happy that he couldn't even see."

"He didn't want to, you don't want to believe that you're about to lose the thing you love the most," Lucette said. "That's it's slipping away right in front of you."

"But it was," Alemira said. "She was pregnant and depressed because her life was a shadow of what she wanted."

"She saw him, regularly then. It wasn't like before, no passion or lust–she would talk and he would listen as she grew wider with her child," Lucette said. "After she had you, she loved you and she thought that you would save her but her mind was infected with a lust for a different life a long time ago.

"William came to us one day, desperate, we've never seen him like that. He asked for help–he rarely asked us for anything and if it was anything it was usually small–"

"But this was not," Chloe said. "He begged us to help him with his lover. He said that she would come with him but he needed to get rid of the curse so he could be with her."

"The rule is to find a replacement, a worthy one the swamp will accept," Alemira explained. "But this woman–Josephine–the swamp did not like it. A mother leaving her child and a good husband for a demon. It was a situation that the Gods could not bless."

"We couldn't either," Lucette told us. "No matter how he explained it, none of us could take part in tearing up a family like that. We told William how wrong it was, how good of a person your father was–that he didn't deserve that and that most of all, an innocent child didn't deserve her mother to just leave."

"He didn't care, it was the only time we've ever seen him selfish," Alemira said. "We told him no and we had quite the argument over it."

"We didn't hear from him again," Chloe said.

"A few days later Sophie trapped us in those dolls," Lucette said. "Now, we are not one hundred percent sure, but we know that she helped them somehow. Whoever this woman was that turned Jonah, it is who she helped them transfer the curse to."

"That and she–" Alemira paused to hiss curses in Spanish under her breath. "She made her what William was. She turned her."

"She turned my mother into a siren?"

Alemira nodded. "She did a lot of things the Gods did not approve of." 

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