Date: Mon, 25 May 2020 17:03:51 -0500
From: Keith Yates <keith.96@att.net>
Subject: Devyn's Struggle V2 - 21

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Devyn's Struggle V2
Chapter 21

Joe lifted his head from the sounds coming from the direction of the
house. He at first thought it had been a gunshot but maybe it was a car
backfiring. He listened for a minute and then when he bent back to the cow,
he heard it again. "Definitely not a backfiring car," he thought.

The second calf was halfway out. He was watching the cow and listening. The
first calf was on shaking legs trying to find its mamma's tit. The second
calf took it first breaths. He decided the two calves would be fine besides
he needed to find out what was going on at the house. "It could just be Lee
up there screwing around," he thought as he was climbing onto the
four-wheeler. Pointing it towards the house, he headed off across the
pasture.

Devyn was not unconscious for long.  He woke with the movement of his body
across the driveway.  Tom's hands were under his arms dragging him to his
car.  "Oh, fuck no," Devyn thought.  "He can't take me with him.  I am not
going back to that."  Devyn waited pretending to still be dazed from the
impact.
 He could feel the pain spreading across his head.  He could feel the large
swollen place that had made the most contact with the truck. Devyn could
also feel the pain in his arms shooting down to his fingertips. He wondered
if it might be broken. He knew he would have to deal with that injury
later.

When Tom stopped to open the car door, Devyn moved.  He pulled easily from
Tom's grasp and was on his feet.  He kicked Tom's leg out from under the
larger man and then he ran.  He darted for the house.  He could hear Tom
cussing behind him.  He could hear the man coming after him.  He did not
know where he should hide.  He had no idea where to run.  He just knew he
was not going to let Tom take him. He rushed through the door and slammed
it behind him.  He threw the lock but knew that would not stop Tom for
long.  Barkley jumped up surprised at Devyn's sudden entrance.  Devyn heard
the man's feet on the porch.  He heard Tom hit the back door.  He heard him
pound against the wooden planks.  "Open this fucking door you fucking piece
of shit."

Barkley moved between Devyn and the door.  He started to growl low in his
throat.  His first bark loud in the kitchen.  He moved closer to the door.
He barked again.  Devyn heard the thud of Tom pounding his shoulder against
the door.  Devyn wondered how long the heavy door would last. Like
everything in Joe's place, it was built to stand the test of time.

Barkley barked again warning Tom off but the man was throwing himself
against the door again.

"Leave Tom," Devyn said.  His voice was shaking as were his hands.  He
grabbed the phone on the wall and dialed 911.  "I am calling the police.
Leave now and maybe you won't go back to jail.  Maybe you won't go back
into prison where you were someone's bitch."

"You fucking little piece of shit," Tom bellowed.

Devyn could hear the operator coming on the line.  He was about to speak
when the door splintered and ripped open.  He dropped the phone and backed
away.  Barkly stood his ground.  His teeth bared as Tom moved into the
house.  The dog barked once more and then leaped at Tom.

The full weight of the large dog was slamming into Tom forcing the man
back. Devyn could hear Barkley snapping and growling at Tom. He then heard
tom cursing as the man backed away from the dog. Moving to the doorway,
Devyn saw the two of them slam into the porch railing and herd it snapping
as it broke.

Devyn could see Tom quickly get to his feet. He saw the man pulling the gun
from the waistband. Devyn wondered if Tom had always had the gun or if he
had retrieved it from the car. Devyn could not see Barkley but he could
hear the dog barking and growling at Tom. "" Run, Barkley, run," Devyn was
shouting silently at the dog.  Devyn heard the gun shot followed quickly by
a yelp from Barkley. "You son-of-a-bitch!" Devyn cried. "Shit no! not the
dog, oh god not Joe's dog," he thought.

Devyn saw the shadow in the doorway. He saw Tom standing there with a
gun. Tom's arm had blood running down it but the man was still standing.

"You're next," Tom said pointing the gun at Devyn.

Without thinking, Devyn spun and started bolting thru the house. He hit the
front door at a dead run. The force of his impact sent the door slamming
against the wall and he could hear breaking glass as he was bolting down
the steps.

He heard another shot as he was bolting towards the truck. He glanced back
and saw Tom was to close. He veered away from the truck. He would never get
in and get it started it time. He ran for the barn. He might be able to
lose tom and double back.

Tom was right behind Devyn.  His feet loud as he ran down the porch steps
and headed toward the truck.  He knew that was where the kid was going to
go. "You aint going to get away from me."

Devyn darted into the barn pushing the door closed behind him. It was dark
in the barn. His eyes were slow to adjust but he knew where everything
was. He went to the opening to the loft and started up the latter. It was
slow as he only had one arm to work with. He could barely grip the latter
with his injured arm. Pain shot thru him whenever he attempted using that
arm. He thought he might be able to hide among all the bails. If he could
get lucky and get Tom in the right place, he could push some of the square
bails down onto Tom.

Pushing the door open, Tom came through it more cautiously.  He stepped
slowly into the dark interior.  His eyes were slow to adjust to the dim
light.

Devyn was quiet in the loft.  He waited for his chance.  If Tom came up the
ladder into the loft then Devyn could jump down through the manger and
hopefully get away. With his arm not working right, he was hoping he would
not break a leg in the process.

Time seemed to slow down to Devyn.  He could hear his heart pounding in his
chest.  His body was covered in cold sweat.  He tried to control his
breathing so Tom would not hear where he was.

"Come out, come out wherever you are little faggot," Tom chanted his voice
malicious.  "I will find you.  I will find you and have my way with you and
then sell your fucking pussy ass to the highest bidders.  You're going to
love my new clients.  They are not nearly as nice as those fat old men you
were use too."

Devyn stayed quiet.  He just had to wait.  He had to be patient.  He would
get his chance.  His mind was racing and he heard again the pitiful yelp of
Barkly.  He did not know how he was going to explain that to Joe.  He did
not know what he would do to make it up to him.  He loved the dog too, but
it was Joe's dog.

"Where is my little slut boy hiding?" tom asked as he circled around the
barn.  He found no sign of Devyn.  He came to the ladder and began climbing
it.  Devyn was just waiting to see Tom's head and shoulders appear and then
he was going to make his presence known so tom would come all the way up.
Then Devyn was going to either push over the stack of bails or jump down
and run for the truck.

Devyn saw Tom come up the ladder.  He saw the shoulders and strong back of
the other man.  Devyn was preparing to jump and run when a new voice called
from the door.

"Devyn," Joe called.  "Are you in here?  I actually thought I heard gun
shots."

Tom spun around and dropped down the ladder.  He turned to face the doorway
where Joe was standing.  "Don't move," tom said his voice tense.

Joe took a step in the barn to allow his eyes to adjust to the dim
light. "Who are you?" Joe said.

"I came for my property," Tom said.

Joe's eyes had adjusted and he could now see Tom's face clearly. He had
seen it once before at the police station. Hannah had shown Joe the mug
shot when she was telling him some of Devyn's background.

"You had better go," Joe said his voice as cold as winter snow. "You have
nothing here."

"I came for my pussy boy," Tom said.

"Devyn belongs to no one," Joe said. "He's his own man."

"He's a fucking little faggot," Tom said. "He is worthless.  He's mine to
do with as I please."

"You won't be getting him," Joe said his voice hard as stone.

"You think you are going to stop me?" Tom said and he pointed the gun in
Joe's direction.

Joe stepped to the side of the door so he could better see in the barn's
dark interior.  "I said not to move fucker," Tom said and he pulled the
trigger.  The bullet whizzed past Joe's shoulder and lodged into the oak of
the barn wall.  "Don't move another fucking step or the next one will hit
you dead on."

Devyn about jumped out of his skin at the loud sound of the gun being
fired.  It seemed louder in the barn that it had earlier. He was glad to
hear Joe's voice.  "If you leave now, we won't call the sheriff on you."
Joe's voice was still steady as he was facing Tom.

Devyn slowly walked across the hay loft.  He took each step slow and
careful.  He did not want Tom to hear him moving around.

"I think not," Tom said.  "I think I will take what is mine and then if you
are nice, I won't put a bullet between your eyes."

Joe was unsure of how he was going to get out of this mess.  He was
wondering where Devyn was hiding.  He was sure that the teenager had to be
in the barn somewhere.  He hoped that Devyn would take the opportunity to
run.  "I don't know how you got out of prison, but you will not get your
slimy hands on Devyn again," Joe said.

"He is mine," Tom said.  "Why don't you come out now pussy boy.  Come out
now and I will let your boyfriend live."

"Just leave him alone," Joe said.  He took half a step forward.

"Yeah, don't want to give up that sweet ass do you," Tom said.  "Bet you
get off big time when he has his lips around your cock."

"You are a sick bastard," Joe said.

"Nah, its old fuckers like you that are sick.  But damn you pay well when a
guy like me gets you a sweet piece of young tight boy ass to fuck."

"I do not need to explain my relationship with Devyn to you," Joe said.
"You would never understand it."

"You think you are better than me don't you," Tom said.  He took a step
toward Joe.  "You think you're so fucking good because you are just a good
old country boy."

"I think you are evil," Joe said. "You need to be in jail.  You should be
locked away for the remainder of your life."  Joe was hoping that Devyn was
getting away.

Devyn was at the opening to the hay loft.  He was looking down and could
see tom's back.  He could see him standing there pointing the gun at Joe.
"Oh God no," Devyn thought.  "Not him.  You can't shoot him.  You can't
kill him."

Joe saw the dust fall from the hay loft.  He saw the bits of hay drop to
the barn floor.  He knew Devyn was up there.  He was screaming at the kid
to run.  His mind trying to tell Devyn to run.  He said more calmly than he
felt, "You can find other kids.  Leave Devyn alone.  You have harmed him
enough."

"Not nearly enough.  He turned on me.  He squealed like the little queer
pig he is.  He has to pay for that."

"Just leave him alone," Joe said.

"Come out now," Tom said moving closer to joe. Tom's gun still pointed
directly at joe's chest. "You have until I count to five or the farm faggot
gets it."

Devyn knew he could not let Tom hurt Joe. He knew what he had to do. He
moved to the latter. He put his foot on the first rung.

"one," Tom said.

"You aren't going to get him," Joe said his voice steady. He had seen the
dust fall from the loft. He knew Devyn was up there. He just did not know
why the kid was not running. He could have jumped from the loft and gotten
away.

"Two," Tom called.

Devyn could feel the sweat running down his back. He could feel his heart
racing.

"Three," Tom said.

"Alright Tom," Devyn called. Just don't hurt him.

"Damn," Joe cursed. He wanted the kid to run away not climb down here.

"I'll go with you," Devyn said as he was awkwardly trying to climb down the
latter with only one arm. "Just let Joe go.

"Good boy," Tom said. Turning towards the sound of Devyn's voice. He
watched as the boy was climbing down the latter.

With Tom distracted Joe seized the opportunity. Reaching out he grabbed the
pitchfork that was sticking from the bail by the door. Using it like a
quarter staff, he struck tom's gun hand. The gun discharged the bullet
slamming into the wall.

"Mother-fucker!" Tom cried lunging for the gun.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Joe yelled at Devyn.

Devyn was frozen watching the two men. He wanted to help Joe but he also
wanted to run.

Tom reached the gun before Joe could. Grabbing it he spun and fired at Joe.
The bullet whizzing pass Joe and slamming into the water trough.

Tom's back was towards Devyn and without thinking, Devyn was rushing at
Tom. He slammed into the man causing him to fire the gun again.

"No!" Joe cried as the teenager was knocked back by the larger man.

Tom was turning to fight off Devyn when the pitchfork knocked the gun from
his hand again. This time joe brought it around and slammed the wooden
handle into Tom's head.

Tom moved just enough to reduce the impact but still saw stars from the
force of the blow. He stumbled sideways and used his momentum to start
rushing at Joe.  Tom crossed the short distance to soon for Joe to step
aside. Tom's shoulder was slamming into the man like they were football
players. The pitchfork went flying and the two went down. "He's my faggot,"
Tom said hitting Joe.

"The fuck he is," Joe said barely filling the blow. He blocked the next one
and was slamming his fist into Tom. The two men trading blows.

Devyn could not do anything but watch. He was still dazed from the impact
of Tom's fist. He wanted to find the gun but did not see it this time.

"You should have left," Joe said his fist pounding Tom. "You should have
never come here."

Tom could not say anything as he tried fighting off Joe's punches. Tom had
been in a few brawls while in prison but it had not prepared him for
fighting Joe. The man was so solidly built it was like fighting a bull. The
punches were coming faster and faster.

"Devyn will never go with you," Joe said pounding Tom.

Tom backed away from Joe. He needed a little distance. As Joe was coming at
him, Tom kicked out planning on slamming his foot into Joe's stomach and
taking the man down. Once he got Joe down, Tom was planning on kicking the
shit out of him. "The mother-fucker won't be getting back up," Tom thought.

Joe was moving towards Tom. His anger masking the pain of tom's blow. He
only knew a little of what Tom had done to Devyn and it was time to teach
Tom just how wrong he was. Joe saw the move coming and with lighting
reflexes he caught the foot. Using Tom's own momentum, he swung the man
around slamming him into the barn wall. Tom went down in a heap at the base
of the wall.

Turning Joe asked Devyn, "are you alright?"

Devyn thought it was over. He was sure Tom was out. For a minute, the barn
was silent. Then Devyn saw Tom moving. He also now saw the gun. It was
right next to Tom.

"Joe!" Devyn cried.

Spinning back towards Tom, Joe saw what Devyn saw. Tom's hand closing on
the gun. Joe moved towards Tom but the man was already bringing the gun up
and pointing it at Joe. Tom fired.

The sound was loud in the barn. It echoed off the rafters. Lunging aside
Joe rolled and came back up with the pitchfork. He was close enough to Tom
this time. Using the pitchfork like a spear, he thrust it at Tom. The gun
went flying again and Tom's hand was pierced by the metal tongs. It was
pinned to the wall. The metal tongs going thru Tom's hand and into the wood
of the wall.

Tom cried out with the pain from his hand. "You fucking as hole."

Joe wrenched the fork from the wall and Tom's hand. He brought the metal
fork to Tom's throat. "You will never harm him again mother-fucker," Joe
said his voice cold.

"Joe," Devyn cried seeing the tongs getting ready to puncture Tom's throat.

"You wouldn't," Tom cried.

"Why not," Joe said.  "I got a thousand acres out there.  I can hide the
body where it won't ever be found.  No body, no crime."

"He isn't worth it Joe," Devyn said.

"No, but you are," Joe said.

"No," Devyn said more calmly than he felt inside.  "Don't do it.  He can go
back to jail.  He can be locked away maybe this time forever."

Joe pushed a bit on the pitchfork.  It would be so easy to push the mettle
forks into the man's soft throat.  One good hard push and this man would
never bother Devyn again.  "You are lucky he is here.  You are damn lucky
he has a heart that is forgiving.  "Grab that roll of duct tape," Joe said
to Devyn and nodded toward the shelf by the barn door.  "Put your hands
behind your back," Joe ordered Tom.

Joe's eyes were locked on Tom as he allowed the man to move so he could put
his hands behind his back. "You make one wrong move," Joe warned, "and it
will be your last." Joe had the pitchfork ready and his eyes locked onto
Tom's every movement.

Tom did as he was instructed and he felt the teenager securing his hands
with the tape. "You will fucking die.  I will come after you both," Tom
said defiantly.

"You are fucking stupid," Devyn said.

"You ever come back here again," Joe said his voice like ice and you will
never leave."

It was then that Joe heard the tires of a car driving up the gravel
driveway.  "Sounds like more company," Joe said.  "Go see who it is."

"It is a cop car," Devyn said.  "He watched as the man stepped from the car
and walked towards Devyn. "But it isn't Lee."

  "Hi," he called.  "We got a 911 call from here."

"Come on in here Don," Joe called from the barn.

Don Johnston walked into the barn and stopped short.  He took in the seen
with a total stranger with hands secured behind his back, the look of fury
on Joe's face and the fact that Joe had a pitchfork against the man's
throat. "What the hell's going on Joe," he asked.

"This fucker tried to kill me," Joe said. "He shot at me and he tried to
kill Devyn. He's pure evil and he needs locked away."

"Well, that sounds like enough to do it," Don said.  He looked from Joe to
Devyn and saw the swollen lip, the darkening bruise around the kid's eye
and the scrapes up and down his arms.  "Looks like a gun isn't as good a
weapon as a pitchfork."

"The gun is over there," Joe said pointing but never moving the pitchfork
from Tom's throat. "There should be a couple bullets in that wall there and
one over there."  Joe nodded in the directions the bullets had been fired.
"I think one went into that water trough too. There was another discharge
but I'm not sure where that one went. I was rolling out of the way at the
time." Joe's gaze never left Tom and the hand holding the pitchfork never
moved as he was talking.

Don set about picking up the evidence.  He pushed Tom into the back of his
cruiser after reading him his rights.  "So, do you have a history with this
guy Joe?" Don asked.

Looking at Devyn joe said, "not really."

"I do," Devyn said.

"Mind giving me a little more?" Don asked.

"Don do we need to do this now?" Joe asked. "I can explain it all later."

Devyn knew Joe was trying to protect him. Before the cop could answer Devyn
swallowed down his apprehension at revealing his past. "It's alright,"
Devyn said. "He was my pimp. I don't know how he got out of jail or how he
found me. He wanted to get even with me for giving the police evidence
against him."

"it sounds like he had a score to settle," Don said taking notes. "The guy
just had no idea what kind of farmer he was going to be messing with."
Don's eyes met Joe's. "I'll send someone else back for the car," Don said.
"You going to be okay."

"Yeah," I'll be fine," Joe said. "I've been hurt worse clamping cattle."

"You might want to get some pictures of the boy's injuries.  Just in case
they are needed in court.  I can have lee do that when he comes to pick up
the car."

"That will be fine," Joe said.  "You don't know how close I came to pushing
that pitchfork through his throat.  A part of me wishes I had so he
couldn't hurt anyone as bad as he did Devyn."

"It's a good think you didn't," Don said.  "I wouldn't want to have to put
you in here."  He thumped the car roof.

"Just let me know if you need anything from us," Joe said.

"I might need more from you," Don said looking at Devyn. "If I can't find
an official report to work off of, I'll have Lee get the information."

Devyn stood next to Joe watching Don driving down the hill. Devyn turned to
joe swallowing. He could feel his hand shaking as he looked at the man. Joe
looked calm standing there with a busted lip. The man's shirt was torn and
he still looked rock steady.

"Joe," He said and then swallowed again. "I'm sorry."

"It isn't your fault kiddo," Joe said.  He put his arm around
Devyn. Turning Devyn threw his good arm around Joe and buried his face in
Joe's neck.

Devyn repeated, "I'm sorry.  I'm sorry."

"Hey," Joe said wrapping his arms around the teen and holding him.  "It is
okay.  It is over now."

"No, it isn't," Devyn said through his tears.  "Tom came into the house,"
Devyn said.  "He broke in the door."

"The door can be fixed," Joe said.

"Joe," Devyn said.  "Barkley..."  Devyn could not say more and now Joe
understood something.  There was something worse than the door waiting in
the house.  Joe broke away from Devyn and ran to the house.  He took the
porch steps three at a time.  He saw the broken porch railing. Then he saw
Barkley on the ground next to the porch.

Leaping off the porch thru the broken railing joe dropped down to the
ground next to the dog.

Barkley was lying on his side. His head was resting on the ground. Joe was
relieved when he saw the dog's chest move. "Barkley," he said resting a
hand on the dog. Leaning closer the dog lifted his head and licked Joe's
face.

"Is he, is he alright?" Devyn asked from the porch.

"I'm not sure," Joe said his voice shaking for the first time.

Joe's hands were moving over the dog's body. He could not find any
blood. "Come on boy," joe said.

The dog slowly tried to stand. "Joe his leg," Devyn said.

Devyn could see the bloody hind leg. It looked like there was a lot of
blood on the ground where the dog had been lying.

Joe saw the injured leg. In one fluid motion, He scooped Barclay up. The
dog whimpered but did not move as Joe carried him towards the truck.

"You drive," Joe said. "I'll sit in back and keep him still.

"Um sure," Devyn said.

"You know the way to the vet," Joe said putting the dog in the back
floorboard. The back seat of the crew cab was already up. Joe only put it
down if there was going to be someone sitting back there.

"Right," Devyn said getting into the truck.

"Devyn," Joe said sitting on the back floorboard with Barkley, "This time,
speed!"

Right," Devyn said. He started the truck and was glad his injured arm was
not his dominate arm. He threw gravel a bit and glanced at Joe who gave him
a thumbs up.

Devyn could not drive to fast down the country roads. They were to
rough. After turning onto the highway, he pushed the gas down further. He
glanced at the speedometer and pushed the gas a little more. He was a
little surprised Joe was letting him do this. He glanced in the mirror and
could see Joe tenderly stroking Barkley. Devyn blinked back tears. "not
now," he thought. "Please let the dog be alright," he prayed silently. They
were only a few miles from town when Devyn saw the cop car coming at
them. Devyn started to slow down.

"It's Lee," Joe said. Just keep going. He will know there is something
wrong." They flew passed Lee and Devyn saw him do a U-turn and come up
behind them.

"Faster," Joe said.

Lee soon passed them with his lights on and the siren wailing.

Devyn had never had a police escort before and to a vet's office. No one at
school was going to believe any of this shit.

Lee flew past the turn to the vet's office but Devyn made the turn fish
tailing a bit as he had not slowed down enough. It took Devyn a few seconds
to recover and he almost ended up in a ditch but managed to keep
control. He was relieved to pull into the parking lot of the vet's
office. Devyn jumped from the truck and ran to the door to open it for Joe
who was carrying Barclay.

"Paul," the receptionist Rachael cried as she saw Joe coming thru the door
carrying Barclay.

Paul Chapman, the resident veterinarian, came from his office. "Joe, bring
him in here," he said.

Joe followed Paul into the exam room. Joe placed Barkley on the exam table
as gently as a if he were a china doll.

Paul started looking over Barkley examining the back leg. "he's been shot,"
he said looking up at Joe. "I know you would not have an accidental
discharge." He glanced over at Devyn.

"No, it wasn't Devyn," Joe said.

"I pity the fucker that shot your dog, "Paul said and then went back to
work.

"Shit," Lee said coming into the office. "I thought you two were going to
the hospital."

"Sorry," Joe said. "I'm not sure where my cell phone is or I would have
given you a heads up."

"Good driving kid," Lee said looking at Devyn. "You need to work on your
turn though."

"You saw that," Devyn said. "I just happened to glance in my mirror to see
where you were. I was sure something had happened to Joe."

"It is not as bad as it looks," Paul said. "He's lost some blood and he's
in shock. The bullet went straight through."

"What is wrong with your arm," Joe said noticing for the first time how
Devyn was not able to use it."

"I, um, I think it is broken," Devyn said.

"Fuck why didn't you tell me," Joe said.

"It didn't seem important at the time," Devyn said.

"Come on," Lee said. "I'll take you to the hospital. At least then I can
put in my report I went to the hospital. I can't believe I gave you two a
police escort to the vet."

"It is probably the first," Racheal said. "Wait until I tell Melissa."

"You can also tell her that I'm going to be late," Lee said. "come on kid."

"She's going to be pissed," Rachael said picking up the phone on her desk.

"Make sound more serious," Lee said.

"You might get lucky and she will think you are a big hero for giving a dog
a police escort.

"You're a witch," Lee said walking Devyn out of the office.

"Sorry," Devyn told Lee when they were in his squad car.

"Not your fault," Lee said.

"I feel like I'm messing everything up for everyone," Devyn said.

"I don't know the whole story," Lee said, "but if the perp shot Joe's dog,
I'm surprised Don would have been able to find the body. None of this is
your fault."

"If I wasn't here," Devyn began.

"If you weren't here," Lee began pulling up to the emergency room, "Joe
would not be as relaxed and happy as I have seen him in a few years."

"I don't know about that," Devyn said.

"I do," Lee said. "He told me about the trip to the gay bar. He told me
about the guy the two of you met. He might just be about ready to let
someone back in and that is thanks to you. Now come on let's get that arm
checked out."

Devyn found out his arm was not broken. His shoulder was dislocated. "it is
going to hurt," the doctor said and Devyn almost pissed his pants when the
adjusted it back into Place.

While at the doctor, Lee took pictures of Devyn's injuries for the report
and got a copy of the medical report.

"I am sorry for all of this," Devyn told Lee again.

"Stop trying to take responsibility for something that is not your fault,"
Lee said and gave Devyn's uninjured shoulder a squeeze.

Joe met them at the hospital. "How is Barclay?" Devyn asked as soon as he
saw Joe.

"he's going to be alright," Joe said. They are keeping him over night and
we can come back and pick him up in the morning.

"thank god," Devyn said hugging Joe.

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