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Chapter 3: The Tunnel

�This is
a stupid.�

�Yeah
well, you got a better idea?� It�s your
bullet in his skull.�

�They�re
going to find him in here.�

�Of
course they�re gonna find him.� I�m trying to buy us some time so we can get
our asses outa here without
having to cut our way through a fucking army.�
Are you gonna help or not?� Grab his legs.�

Sanzo
snorted, but bent down and grabbed Han�s feet by his boots.� Together, he and Gojyo flung the body onto
the guest room bed where Gojyo proceeded to arrange it under the sheets as
though it was just some drunk mate of his who had
passed out.� He half-buried the head
between the pillows so that the hole in the guy�s forehead wasn�t visible, then
wiped his hands on his jeans and shrugged.

�Well he
kinda looks like he�s sleeping.� Kinda.�

Sanzo
looked down at the body with one eyebrow raised, considering.� He wasn�t sorry he had shot the guy, not
really, but it meant that now he couldn�t ask the asshole what he�d meant by
that dirty insinuation.� He�d talked like
somehow he�d seen� Sanzo felt a blush rising in his cheeks and quickly
concealed it by coughing into his hand.�
�If you want it to look like he crawled into bed with us, shouldn�t he
be naked or something?�

Gojyo
held up his hands.� �Hey if you wanna strip him, go ahead.�
Personally, that�s not my kind of kink.�
I�m gonna see what I can do about the blood in
the other room.�

As soon
as Gojyo stepped out the door, Sanzo swept his eyes around the bedroom.� If that pervert had somehow managed to spy on
them last night, there had to be some trick to it; it couldn�t be something as
lame as peering through the keyhole.� He
examined the window, but that held no clues either � the room sat three stories
up and didn�t even a thin ledge for a voyeur to make use of on the outer
wall.� Besides, Han hadn�t seemed like
the type to skulk around his own mansion like a burglar.� This room was so conveniently located, more
likely it housed some secret passage behind the wall.�

Sanzo
rapped his knuckles experimentally along the walls and felt ridiculous when he
could distinguish nothing abnormal.�
Maybe he was just being paranoid.�
Han might have just been talking out of his ass.

He
glared at the body on the bed, trying to will it to reveal its secrets.� Although the idea of touching it made him
sneer with distaste, allowing the body to be found in a more humiliating state
seemed quite appropriate.� Mind made up,
Sanzo peeled back the sheets and set to work divesting the dead man of his
clothes.

He
searched each garment as he removed it.�
In an inner vest pocket he found a pack of smokes � not Sanzo�s brand but he took them anyway.� Getting the man�s rather tight pants off took
some struggling but in those pockets he found something even more intriguing:
an iron key.� Sanzo tucked it into his
robes and pulled the sheets back up over the corpse.� He cursed when he noticed the blood that had
begun to soak into the pillow.� He
wrenched up the head and turned the pillow over, trying for a better
angle.� Really though, anyone who got
close enough to notice a little blood would be close enough to notice that the
stupid asshole wasn�t breathing.� Sanzo
pulled back, then frowned.� Something was shoved in the guy�s ear.� He plucked it out and turned it over in his
fingers.� It looked to be piece of hard,
flesh-coloured plastic, somewhat conical, with what
looked like a tiny antennae poking out the fat end.� Puzzled, Sanzo wiped it on the end of his
sleeve and then experimentally stuck it in his own ear.

He was
so focused on the odd feel of the thing that he barely registered the footsteps
behind him.

�Man,
Sanzo, you sure drained that guy�s head out good.� I ended up just dragging a rug over it.� There�s no way I�m gonna
spend an hour mopping up that shit.�

Sanzo
slapped a hand to his ear and stumbled back a step, bumping right into
Gojyo.� Hands caught his shoulders,
steadying him.� Gojyo chuckled.� �Did I scare ya,
monk?�

�Shut
up!� Sanzo yelled, and immediately winced.�
The device in his ear fed his words back to him in a startling
echo.� He clawed the thing out and stared
at it.� Some kind of� hearing device?

Gojyo
leaned over his shoulder to peer at the object.�
�Hey, since when did ya get an ear piece
Sanzo?� You baldy monks
prone to going deaf or something?�

Sanzo
stamped down hard on Gojyo�s foot then jerked
away.� �The dead guy had it, idiot.�

�Ow!� Gojyo hopped back, glaring daggers.� �Dammit,
whaddya trying to do, cripple me?

Cautiously,
Sanzo put the device back up to his ear again and walked the breadth of the
room, trying to pinpoint the range.�
�This thing is picking up everything we say in here.�

Gojyo�s jaw dropped.� �That freak
wired this place?� Fuck, he better not
have cameras.� Pervy
son of a bitch!� Where�d he get
technology like that?� I mean the
villages out here, we�re lucky if we see a fucking motor vehicle.�

Sanzo
spun around.� �What did you say?�

�I said
these towns are dirt-shit poor��

�Not
that!� Cameras?!�

�Well y�know, I used to know this guy who�d whore himself out
sometimes when he got really low on cash.�
He�d bang rich old guys cause they paid
well.� He�d get drunk and tell me all the
shit they�d make him do.� Fuck, like I
wanted to hear that.� But he told me
about one guy who put cameras in every room in his house so he could tape all
the dirty shit that went on there and watch it back and wack
off to it, I guess.� Hey you okay,
Sanzo?� You look kinda
pale.�

Sanzo
felt the blood drain from his face and swallowed.� He couldn�t help casting a paranoid glance
around the room.� Just the thought of
some hidden lens recording everything that had happened last night� he
shuddered and the skin on his neck prickled.�
Where would a pervert hide something like that?� Hit by a sudden hunch, he looked up.

A tiny
red light blinked at him from a small hole in the ceiling right above the bed.

�Motherfucker!� Sanzo shouted.�
His hand cocked back the hammer of his gun before he could remember
drawing it and the red light disappeared into an explosion of fine
particles.� Shoving the warm gun back
into his sleeve, he ran from the room.

He heard
Gojyo behind him, trying to tell him to calm down.� Calm down?�
He�d fucking calm down once he shot every
fucking piece of electronic crap in this house.

***

Shit.� He shouldn�t have mentioned the camera
thing.� Sanzo had completely lost
it.� The monk tore through the halls of
the mansion, throwing open doors looking for who knows what.� Gojyo didn�t really get what the big deal
was.� So Han might have been spying on
them.� Creepy, yeah,
but hardly rampage-worthy.� Even
perverted voyeurs have better things to do than watch people sleeping.� Since Han was now stone cold dead there was
no use getting all uppity about it.

Grumbling
under his breath, he tailed Sanzo down the hallway but hung back a little so he
could keep a wary eye on the monk�s gun.�
He really wasn�t in the mood to dodge potshots.� If they ran into a servant or soldier, Sanzo
would do whatever he felt like doing and there�d be no stopping him.� Besides, it was fun to watch Sanzo when he
got all riled up.� Most guys when they
crossed that line got ugly-crazy, but Sanzo wasn�t one of those.� He was� beautiful-crazy.� Shit,
that sounds stupid, but what else do you call it?� The guy shouldn�t have any charisma at all,
with that nasty personality, but he radiates something all right, something
bright and dangerous.� Maybe Goku has it
right.� All I know is when he�s like this
I can�t stop watching him� I�ve gotta follow just to
keep him in sight.

Suddenly,
he heard voices echoing down the corridor somewhere ahead of them.� Sanzo must have heard them too because he
froze in his tracks.� His gun arm
twitched and for a moment Gojyo was sure they�d have a bunch of fresh bodies on
their hands.� Then the monk turned, gave
a little jerk of his head that said hide,
and dashed through the door on his left.�
Gojyo hesitated a moment, wondering if he had enough time to make it to
the room the monk had gone in.� Up ahead,
the voices got louder, accompanied by heavy, booted footsteps.� Shit,
no good.� He grabbed for the door
handle on his right and dove in.

He found
himself in a sitting room filled with more of that godawful
d�cor.� Off to the side, an open door
looked into a bedroom.� Gojyo stepped
closer and smirked when he saw the large, oversized bed with black silk sheets
and a dresser covered in an array of unlit candles.� He�d bet all the gambling money in his pocket
that this was Han�s room.

Out in
the corridor, the footsteps stopped right outside the door Gojyo had so hastily
jumped through.� Fuck.� Gojyo backed quickly
into the bedroom and held his breath, listening.

�Maybe
he�s in his room?�

�If he
is then trust me, you do not want to go in there.� Last time I made that mistake I wanted to
gouge my eyes out.�

�But��

�It�s
best to give him privacy when he has guests.�
Come on, we�ll go wait in the front hall.�

The
footsteps moved away and Gojyo let out his breath in a gush.� He hated this duck and cover stuff; he always
felt a lot better facing an enemy head-on.�
He wondered what room Sanzo had ended up in.� The way the monk had been tearing around, he
deserved to stumble into the women�s bath or something.� On second thought, no way.� A happy mistake like that would
be totally wasted on that uptight monk. I should have ended up in the women�s
bath.� He can have� a room of horny old
hags too senile to respect the boundaries of his robes.

Well
like it or not, Gojyo was stuck in a bedroom that smelled of Vaseline and bad
cologne and no beautiful naked ladies in sight.�
Still, if it did belong to their life-challenged host, maybe there was
something here that could help them get through that
damn wall?� Back in his up-to-no-good
days with Banri they�d once stolen a seal and some
stationary from some bigwig in order to crash an exclusive party in a walled
mansion.� He�d hooked up with a really
hot chick there, so it had been totally worth it.

Hands on
his hips, Gojyo surveyed his surroundings.�
His eyes immediately locked on the wall opposite the bed where a set of
built-in shelves housed a large television.�
Oh yeah, Sanzo would want to put a bullet through that.� He ambled over to it.� Might as well see what the guy was
watching.� For all Gojyo knew, it could
be boring security footage that could actually be useful.� Yeah right, more like the women�s bath.

His
finger hesitated on the power button.�
Then again, considering the taste the guy had displayed� could be the
men�s bath.� Aw heck, what the hell.� He
pushed the button.

A frozen
image slowly brightened into existence on the screen.� Gojyo tilted his head and squinted.� What was that?� It kinda looked
like�

With a
trembling hand, he reached up to the player sitting atop the TV and pressed the
play button.

His jaw
dropped.

Holy
Fuck.

***

Where
did that stupid kappa go?�

Sanzo�s hand clenched around his
gun.� He half-wished he�d been discovered just so
the homicidal urges darkening his thoughts could have some release.� What he really wanted to do was put a few
more slugs in Han�s head.�

He
gritted his teeth.� Take a deep breath.� Find the
red-haired idiot so you can get out of here and forget that this ever happened.

The
hallway looked clear, so he backtracked and peeked into the doors a little more
carefully this time.� By the time he reached
the third one his pulse had regained its erratic pace.� What if those soldiers had found Gojyo and
dragged him off some place?� He bit his
lip, using the pain to steel his nerves.�
Much as he hated to give the kappa any sort of credit, Gojyo could take
care of himself.

The room
behind the third door looked as unremarkable as the others.� Sanzo had just turned back toward the hall
when a hissed whisper nearly scared the skin off his bones.

�Sanzo � hey!� Over
here!�

He
recognized the voice instantly and spun around to aim a suitable death
glare.� The kappa leaned against the
doorframe of the adjoining room.� His red
eyes blinked away Sanzo�s stare and he smiled one of
those sensual, unnerving smiles.� He had
stuck a new cigarette between his lips that hung there, unlit.� Sanzo found himself envying it.

�Oi, Sanzo, check this out.��
Gojyo crooked a finger, beckoning him closer.

Sanzo
followed him, grumbling, into the bedroom.�
His eyes widened a bit when he saw the television � or what had been a
television.� The screen had been caved in
and the case, along with most of the shelves that surrounded it, had been torn
by large, sweeping gashes.�

Gojyo
rubbed the back of his head and managed to look suitably sheepish.�

�Yeah, uh� sorry, kinda
got a little carried away.� You get to tear the shit outa
the next one, �kay?�

�Whatever.�
Sanzo sighed and thrust his gun back in his sleeve.� Trust the kappa to steal the fun parts.

�That�s
not what I wanted to show ya though.� Take a look at this.� You can kinda see it
where I ripped up this shelf.� I think
there�s a door back here.�

Sanzo
leaned forward and prodded at the spot Gojyo indicated.� Something did seem off about the colouring of the wall there.� He could feel a seam when he ran his fingers
along it and it was cold to the touch.�
His skin tingled, but not so much from the discovery as from the sudden
sense of someone watching him.� He
twisted his head to get a look over his shoulder.�

He
nearly bushed noses with Gojyo, who had snuck up close behind him.� Instinctively, Sanzo shrunk back, but was
caught by eyes burning like twin glowing coals.�
The kappa was a master of sultry looks, but there was no teasing in
those eyes this time, despite the rather smug set of his lips.� That gaze spoke one word, want, and it spoke it so bluntly that it
slipped right past Sanzo�s defenses and unfurled
inside him like a morning flower drinking sunrise for the first time.�

Gojyo
coughed and pulled back.� The moment
passed.� Sanzo dug his nails into his
palms.� He forced himself to return his
thoughts to their situation.

�If it
is a door, there must be some kind of trigger.��
Sanzo scrutinized the wrecked remains of the shelves.� �If you haven�t destroyed it, that is.�

Gojyo
suddenly chuckled and stepped around him.�
He reached up to one of the higher shelves that was
relatively intact.� His fingers wrapped
around a glass obelisk.�

�Hey
Sanzo, what do ya wanna bet
this is it?�� His fingers slid
suggestively up and down the glass form.

Sanzo
snorted.� �You even think alike.�

�Hey,
don�t compare me to that toady bastard.�
I�m way smoother than he coulda ever hoped to
be.� You really wanna
open this thing?� We could just be
walking into his porn stash.�

�Or a way out.�

�There
is that.�� Gojyo sighed, �Alrighty, here goes.��
With a snap of his wrist, the obelisk turned horizontal.� Sanzo heard the muffled squeak of gears and
one whole half of the wall suddenly shuddered and began to move.� A dark crack began to open up.

�See?�
said Gojyo.� �What did I tell ya?� These rich dudes
have got way too much time on their hands.�

The
crack widened until it spanned about two feet.�
Then the gears creaked to a halt and the wall stopped moving.

�Pretty
monks first,� said Gojyo, and pushed Sanzo forward.

Sanzo
braced his arms against the sides of the opening, refusing to go in just
because the kappa said so.

Gojyo�s hand slid up to his shoulder.�
�Afraid of the dark?� the kappa whispered in his ear.

Sanzo
whipped out his fan and swatted the redhead right across the nose.� Then he readjusted his sutra and stepped into
the darkness.

He felt
Gojyo move in right behind him.� �You
could at least not hit me in the face,� the kappa grumbled.

�I can�t
see shit in here,� said Sanzo.� �This is
stupid.� Turn around.�

Hands
settled on his hips and breath tickled his ear.

�Don�t
be scared, Sanzo.� I�m right behind
you.� Just feel your way around.�

�I�m not
scared, idiot.� I just want a fucking
flashlight.�� Gritting his teeth, Sanzo
strode forward, using the narrow walls of the passage as his guide.� He�d never considered himself claustrophobic,
but he didn�t like this one bit.� He sped
up his pace, forcing Gojyo to drop his hands and clutch at the back of his
robes instead.�

�Hey, not so fast, Sanzo!� I
can�t��

Pain
exploded across Sanzo�s nose as he crashed face-first
into solid wall, Gojyo ramming up behind him.�
He fought to get free, twisting around and pushing Gojyo as hard as he
could.�

�Fucking hell!� I am
not doing this!� Go back!�

�We just
hit a turn, monk.� I told you not to go
so fast.�

The
faint light from the room behind them backlit Gojyo and hid his face in
silhouette, but he just knew the kappa had one of those asinine smirks on his
face.� He was not going to fumble around
in the dark with this idiot.� �I said go
back!�� He locked his elbows drove
himself at the body blocking his way.

�Hey, hey, hey!�

He could
hear Gojyo�s fingers scraping on the walls and
suddenly the kappa tripped and fell right back on his ass.� An odd click accompanied the thud as he hit
the floor.� Sanzo tried to get a leg over
him when a horrific sound assailed his ears.

Gears scraping.� A groaning creek.� The
crack of light ahead narrowed into a slim line and then perfect darkness closed
in on him once again.

For a
long moment Sanzo held still just listening to their breathing.� Then he stepped back and aimed a good hard
kick at the spot where he guessed the kappa�s ribs were.� His foot collided with flesh with a
satisfying thwack.

�Ow!� Fuck!� It wasn�t my fault, you pushed me.�

�Ch.� Are you going to stay there on the floor all
day?�

�Are you
offering to help me up?�

�Were
you born a moron or did your mother drop you on your head one too many
times?�� But Sanzo reached down anyway,
caught the kappa�s shirt in his fist and pulled.

Gojyo
gripped his forearm to steady himself and after much yanking and shoving they both managed to stand again in the narrow space.� Sanzo stepped back but Gojyo gripped him
tighter and didn�t let go.� Sanzo�s skin came alive with anticipation and his joints
locked, unable to move, wanting, not wanting.�
Hot breath parted his bangs and lips stole in to touch the skin
there.� Gojyo�s
hand on his forearm crept a little higher and the pad of a finger circled his
elbow.� Sanzo shuddered.

�You
know, Sanzo� if y�wanted more of Sha
Gojyo y�coulda just said something.�

�Who
says I want anything from a perverted kappa?�

Gojyo
chuckled, sending gusts of air tickling across Sanzo�s
skin.� �You put on a good act, monk, I�ll
give ya that.��
The lips left his forehead and ghosted across Sanzo�s
eyelid before settling on his ear.� �But
you�ve been very naughty and I don�t like being left out of things.�

Sanzo
bit his lip to quell a surge of anxiety.�
He couldn�t know, could he?� No, he was asleep the entire time, I�m sure
of it.� Even after that messy bit at the
end, he just flopped right back down like a log. He�s
just trying to get under my skin like he always does.

�I�m not
having this conversation here, Gojyo.�

�Who
said anything about a conversation?�

The lips
left his ear and suddenly a hot mouth slammed against his.� In the dark, the aim was a little off but
quickly rectified.� Sanzo reeled back,
hating that he couldn�t see, couldn�t anticipate.� Gojyo moved with him, hands sliding up his
body, guiding him, pressing him against the wall.

Fuck, not now, not now.� But
his traitorous body didn�t agree.� His
lips parted under the pressure of that assaulting mouth, that vulgar tongue
that prodded and probed and stole and all the harsh words he wanted to spit
out.� It hadn�t been like this before. �Before they had fumbled
about in quick, unsure bursts.�
This kiss knew what it wanted and wasn�t taking no for an answer.� Gojyo pressed in on him until he forgot to
breathe and wrestled his head away to the side to gasp long and hard.

Gojyo
leaned against him, panting.� �Fuck, why
are you doing this to me?� It�s never
been like this with a guy, never.�

�Idiot.� You� started� it.�

Gojyo
buried his face against Sanzo�s neck.� �You smell good.�

�What?!�

�You
know, Han thought you were hot stuff.�
Just the idea of him touching you, I� I wanted
to punch his fucking mouth in.� How weird
is that?� Hell, I�m not even the jealous
type.� This is so messed up.�

Gojyo
hooked a finger into Sanzo�s turtleneck and tugged it
down enough to attach his wet lips to the base of Sanzo�s
neck.� His other hand roamed Sanzo�s back, kneading the muscles there with reassuring
circles.

Sanzo
couldn�t speak.� If he could just pull
himself together he could stop this before it went too far.� That wasn�t what he wanted though.� He wanted to pin the kappa against the wall
and fuck him hard the way he�d been imagining since the first time he�d laid
eyes on him.� It wasn�t fair.� The touching, the kisses made him feel too
much already.� They ate him up with
flames that charred inside and out.

He
barely registered Gojyo moving down his body, leaving his skin and nuzzling
into the folds of his robes.� He came
back to himself only when he felt the bottom of his robe pushed back and cold
hands dip under the waist of his jeans.

�Gojyo?�� He gasped out and reached
for the other man.� His hand found the
other�s hair and twisted his fingers into it.

Gojyo
buried his face in Sanzo�s thigh and let out a deep,
throaty laugh.� �God, I can�t believe I�m
gonna do this.�

�What do
you think you�re�� his voice choked off into a moan as Gojyo popped the button
on his jeans and reached in to touch him.

His hips
jerked of their own accord and he almost came undone right there.� Sanzo pressed his head back against the hard
wall and fought to control his breathing, to concentrate on anything but the
caress of Gojyo�s tongue on his sensitive flesh.� He�s knees felt weak and the muscles of his
thighs shook with the effort of keeping upright.

Gojyo�s hands snuck around to squeeze his ass and his hips jerked again, harder.� He heard Gojyo gag a little and back
off.� In the concealing darkness, Sanzo
allowed himself a smug grin.� Whatever
the kappa�s self-proclaimed skill in the bedroom, in this at least they seemed
to be on more even ground.� Had Gojyo had
told the truth when he�d said he�d never been with another guy before?� He�d always wondered� oh fuck that felt good.

Sanzo
loosened his hold on Gojyo�s hair and brushed his
fingers through it instead.� A string of
embarrassing sounds worked their way up his throat.� Shit,
too good, too good.� He wanted Gojyo
to say something, to break the moment, but of course the kappa was otherwise
occupied.� Sanzo swallowed and gathered
his voice.

�Guess I
finally found a way to shut you up.�

Gojyo
made a sound that might have been a laugh had his mouth not been full and the
vibration transmitted to Sanzo�s nerve endings cut
short his attempt at cerebral control.�
Gojyo followed up with a hard suck.�
Reason leapt out the window to a screaming death and Sanzo surrendered
to euphoria.� He clutched at Gojyo�s head and dug his heels into the floor, letting the
wall support him as he twitched and shuddered.�

�Fuck!� Gojyo!�

When he
regained his senses he found himself sitting on the floor, wedged up against
the wall with Gojyo still kneeling between his legs.� He heard the kappa panting softly, his
fingers digging into Sanzo�s legs a little too
tightly.� Still drunk on the buzz that
seemed to be singing in his nerves, Sanzo slipped a
hand behind the redhead�s neck and forced their lips together.�

Oh god, I can taste myself on him.� A
little thrill shot up his spine and he almost confessed his nocturnal
activities right there.� He pulled back
just enough to part their lips.� �You��

Gojyo�s voice grated out hoarsely.�
�It�s a matter of pride, you bitchy monk.� Can�t have you showing me
up.� Gonna
have to get you eatin� more sweet stuff though.� You�re way too bitter.�

Sanzo
ducked in again and bit down on the kappa�s bottom lip to quiet him.� �I like you�re mouth a lot better,� he murmured , �when it�s too busy to talk.�

�Oh?�� Gojyo locked his arms around him pressed his
chest flush against Sanzo.� �You gonna keep me busy then?�

�Don�t
push it, k��

A loud
rumble made them both jerk apart.� Sanzo
felt the tremor in the floor beneath him and a moment later it came again,
louder, shaking the walls so that the whole building rattled around them.

�Shit!�
yelled Gojyo, and he scrambled to his feet, pulling Sanzo with him.� �What the hell was that?�

Sanzo�s more immediate concern was getting his fly to zip up, and he had
finally succeeded when the next quake hit.�
He had to clutch Gojyo�s jacket to keep his
balance and coughed when his lungs sucked up the fine dust that began to fill
the air.�

He
pushed Gojyo down the passage.� �Get
going, we can�t stay in here.�

�No
shit!�

They ran
and Gojyo led the way this time to feel out the turns.� With no time to plan a route, they ignored
side passages and navigated forks at random.�
The air became cooler and Sanzo touched a wall and found, to his
surprise, cold, moist stone.� Gojyo
slowed, breathing heavily.� Sanzo leaned
against the wall and spit to clear his mouth of dust.� Fuck, he hated running.

�Fuck
this,� he growled.� �I want out of this
fucking tunnel.�

�Hey,�
said Gojyo, �you�re not gonna flip out on me and
start shooting up the place, are ya?� Cause bullets will ricochet like mad in here
and I kinda like my skin the way it is.�

�It
won�t ricochet if it�s buried in your fucking brain, cocksucker.�

�Hey!� Don�t f��

Another
tremor shuddered the ground and a massive crash
erupted in the distance like a wave of thunder.�
For a moment they just froze, listening, as the sounds grew closer and
louder, a cascade of splintering wood and crumbling foundation and the air around
them suddenly thick and dust-riddled.�
Sanzo felt something heavy and soft being thrown over his head and then Gojyo�s weight pressed down on him, forcing him to the
ground.� Air roared passed his ears and
dirt scoured his skin.� He couldn�t get a
proper breath.� The angry sounds pounded his
eardrums and he squeezed his eyes shut.
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When We Remembered