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Last Train from Earth – preview

Chapter 1

July 2206

“You’re fired!”

I looked up from the report I’d been studying as Eric crashed into the room, a huge, sheathed, broadsword resting on his left shoulder and steadied by his left hand.

He slapped the door shut with his right hand, blocking off my view of Susan, who shrugged her helplessness. Eric had never been one to observe the niceties of office etiquette and wait to be announced.

“Screw you!” I slammed the e-sheet down on my desk. “I quit!

“And don’t scratch my furniture with that damned pig sticker.”

Eric eased the sword down and dumped it onto my couch, then strode over to my desk and sat on a corner. “Now, Rock —”

“Don’t you ‘now Rock’ me you overgrown brat. I’m not moving again. Rosemary won’t have any of it. She flat out told me she’d divorce my sorry ass if she had to move again. She’s set down roots and —”

“She won’t have to move.” Eric held up a hand, palm out. “I’m promotin′ you to corporate, just across town. If anything, you’ll be closer to work than you are now.”

I bit down on my tirade. “What the hell? What job in corporate would be a promotion from President of this company?” I scratched my ear, a nervous habit that Rosy was trying to break me of.

“Mine.” Eric’s voice was flat. “I need you to take control of the whole shebang while I chase a problem.

My jaw dropped. “Run Stewart Industries?” I felt a little dizzy. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that one.”

“Ready? Hell, y’all have run just about every company we own.” Eric took out a pocket knife. “No one knows more about what’s going on than you. If anything, you’re overqualified.” He addressed himself to cleaning a fingernail.

He looked up from the nail. “Who can take your place here?”

My head was still swimming, but I was used to having to keep up with Eric’s rapid-fire demands. He seldom wasted any time on small talk when he was hot on a project. “The best replacement would be Susan.”

Eric glanced back at the closed door that hid Susan and her desk. “Your assistant?”

“Hell yes.” I brushed away a fly that had the temerity to buzz too close to my nose. “She practically runs this outfit anyway. I just sign whatever she puts in front of me and the energy pods flow out of the warehouse and to the distributors. She’d be perfect.”

He looked at me like I had missed something important. “Fine with me, but I’m bettin′ she won’t take the job.”

“Why not?”

He tilted his head a bit to the side. “Just have another name in mind as a backup before you talk to her. I have a feelin′ you’ll need it. Anyway, I’m takin′ Tiffany with me, so you’re going to need Susan or find someone as capable.”

I had the sinking suspicion that something was going on and I had no idea what. Nevertheless, I gathered what few wits I had left. “And what are you doing that’s so blasted important that you have to turn your baby over to me?”

“Turn on your tri-D and tune in LoneStar News.”

I did so. A brick flew towards us from the image and faded out as it passed by the news camera. Thousands of people were crammed into an intersection. Many hand-held signs were in evidence. Heat waves distorted the air. I couldn’t figure out who’d want to be in that blistering summer heat, let alone expend all that energy in a packed crowd.

“What the hell is happening?”

“That’s downtown Houston. And those nice people are rioting.”

“About what?”

“It doesn’t matter. In this case, I gather it’s a beef about inequality of income. Class warfare, if you will. The same bullshit the left has been peddlin′ for several years now. Envy of anyone who makes a credit more than you do.”

“Why doesn’t it matter?” I scratched my ear again, realized what I was doing, and put my hand flat on the desk.

Eric shifted uncomfortably on the edge of the desk. “Because the disturbance itself is the important thing. It gives the government a reason to move towards martial law and lobby for disarmin′ the public. This is probably a ‘rent-a-mob’ bussed in for the event, plus any sweepin′s they could sucker into joinin′ in.”

I watched a bottle, trailing smoke, fly through the air and break against a store front. Fire erupted as something flammable splashed against the building. I doubted if the fire department was going to be able to get through the crowd to put it out.

“I assume you have a reason for showing this to me. What’s it all about?”

The camera zoomed in on one of the rioters. A face, ugly with hate and rage, mouthed something, but the only sound coming from the tri-D was the cacophony of the mob. He waved a sign that proclaimed, “Equal Pay”. There was no mention of “equal work”. It occurred to me that this clown probably didn’t even have a regular job, given that he was part of the mob rather than tending a job.

Eric frowned, like he’d bit into something sour. “President Damon is goin′ to take over the country after the next election and she needs an excuse to declare martial law. We can expect more of these ‘spontaneous demonstrations’.”

I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. “You mean the rumors aren’t just the usual political rhetoric? I’ve been hearing the ConTea party yelling “socialist” for so long that I’ve quit listening.”

“Worse.” Eric held up a finger. “She’s goin′ to nationalize all businesses with more than ten employees. She’s also startin′ to quietly purge the unreliable officers and enlisted folks from the military and replace them with more amenable people.”

A cold chill ran down my spine. I grasped at a straw, even though Eric rarely made mistakes on information of this import. “What’s your source?”

“Senator Hoskins told me personally.”

“Good God! He’s in Damon’s inner circle. How did you manage to get the information from him?”

“Following Barbara’s advice, I supported him in the last election to the tune of ten million credits. He owes me big time.”

“You and your wife supported Hoskins?” I looked up into his ice-blue eyes. “Why not the ConTea candidate … uh, Johnson?”

In the Tri-D tank another storefront erupted into flames as the mob howled in glee.

“Because Johansson,” Eric corrected me, “is a moderate ninny who can’t be trusted to do anythin′ intelligent, let alone useful, and Hoskins is an honest politician.”


“Yes, he stays bought.” Eric gave me a lop-sided smile, the same smile he’d use before he called a play that would fake the opposing team out of its socks. He’d sported that smile in the final play of the 2166 Cotton Bowl, the year we both graduated. I still have the picture of me catching the winning pass he’d thrown, displayed in my, rather limited, trophy cabinet. We took the game by two points after the conversion.

“In this case, it was money well-spent. Damon has managed to plug all the leaks in her inner gang.”

“Well, now that you know,” I half rose out of my chair, “we should be able to derail her entire campaign.”

Both storefronts were completely engulfed in flame and the ones on either side were starting to burn as the fire spread.


“One —” He held up his left hand with his index finger up. “— she’d have Hoskins murdered before any lawyer could depose him. Two —” He added his middle finger to his index. “— we’d be next on her hit list. Three —” Eric added his ring finger. “— She has control of enough county auditors that she can produce any count she wants with a few phone calls. It doesn’t matter what the real vote is.” His face had lost any remnants of a smile. “You don’t think the 123% turnout in Apache County in the last election was an isolated event, do you? Nor the fact that the vote was 100% in her favor? The outcome of the election is a foregone conclusion. We’re just lucky she decided to play it safe and wait until after the election to make her move.”

A force of Texas Ranger riot control troops moved into the crowd, tingling anyone who offered resistance. The tingled rioters froze in place, often falling to the ground in odd poses.

I sat back down, defeated. “So, what do we do? We’re going to lose your company along with our freedom if we do nothing.”

“You’re goin′ to play President of Stewart Industries at double your current salary — with extra stock options — and I’m goin′ to do a hell of a lot of research and thinkin′. We’ve got just under two years to come up with a solution. And I need to know that the company will stay healthy while I give this my undivided attention.” He leaned over and put a hand on my shoulder, as if he were an older brother instead of four years my junior. “I need you to run this lash-up because you’re the only one I can trust to do it right.”

“Okay, Eric.” I sighed heavily to give me 3 seconds to assimilate the impact of the information. “But don’t kid me about the stock options. If Damon gets her way, they won’t be worth spit, along with my existing ten percent of Stewart.”

My entire world had just been turned upside-down by a very gifted kid, who, when he should have been a freshman in high school, had shown up as my roommate in my first year of college. “Give me a couple of days to bring Susan up to speed and I’ll show up at Corporate on Monday.”

The professional mob members melted away, leaving some confused dupes to face the Rangers.

He cocked his head and stared at me with that same you’re missing something look he’d given me a few minutes ago. “Okay. In fact, why don’t you take a couple of weeks off for a vacation before you dive in. Take Rosemary somewhere special. You’ll have very little time for a vacation once you get into my job.”

He slid off the desk and bent over to take the sword off the couch. “And don’t talk about this to anyone, especially over any public communications or any radio link. I’m fairly sure everythin′ is bugged, with a couple thousand A. I.’s evaluating every word.”

I let that sink in. This was serious stuff.

He picked up the sword.

“Why the hell are you carrying that carving knife around?” I nodded my head toward the sword in his hand.

He held it up and stared at it fondly. “I brought it in for Jim Doss to sharpen.”

“You’re taking our head machinist off the line to sharpen an oversized steak knife?”

“No. He promised to do it on his lunch break. He owes fealty to me now.”

“He owes you what?”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” He grinned. “I’m the king of Ansteorra. I won this year’s tournament. I had a side bet with Sir James and he has to sharpen and polish my sword for my coronation this weekend.”

“You’re playing medieval games at S. C. A. with a bunch of overgrown children when we’ve got this kind of crisis going on?”

“Actually, it’s important. There are a large number of very rich and influential movers and shakers in the local Society for Creative Anachronisms kingdom. We’d have a lot less business if I wasn’t involved in this ‘game’, as you call it.”

He drew himself up to his full 6 foot 5 inch height. “And y’all can call me ‘Your Majesty’ henceforth.” He looked more like a tough Marine drill sergeant than a king.

“Fat chance, Infant.” I used my favorite nickname which I’d hung on him in school. He may have been a child prodigy with a physique well beyond his years, but he’d still had the social skills of a high-school Freshman when he entered U. T. Dallas as a physics major. Four years later, I had my B.S. and he’d rocketed through to a PhD. And somewhere along the line he’d learned to infect other people with anything he believed in passionately; a natural-born leader and football hero. “Now get out of here and go play with the other overgrown children so I can get my act together before this weekend.”

He threw the sheathed sword over his left shoulder again and grinned. “See you in three weeks. Enjoy your vacation.”

With that, he was out the door sporting a jaunty gait that made you think he had nothing in the world to worry about.

I touched a button, even though he’d left the door open — as usual. “Susan, could you please come in? And shut the door behind you.”

Susan closed the door and took a chair in front of my desk. Her long, wavy hair was a dark brown with chestnut highlights this week. “What’s up, boss?”

“Eric is moving me again.”

“Where are we going this time?” She smiled past a pair of dimples.

“Actually, it’s just me this time.”

Her face fell.

“I’m being promoted into Eric’s job while he chases a bigger problem and I need someone to run this company.” I paused for effect. “I hoped you’d take the job.”

“Me? Ah’m just a secretary.”

Just a secretary? Hell, you run this outfit already. I’m just here for window dressing and to sign stuff you stick in front of me. I figured we’d cut out the middle man so you can sign your own orders.”

“Boss, that’s bullshit and you know it.” She smiled playfully, showing a set of white teeth, and her brown eyes sparkled. “Thanks for the compliment, but there’s no way Ah run this company. So quit blowing sunshine up mah sexy ass and tell me why you’re trying to ditch me. We’ve been through too many moves together for me not to smell a rat.”

I sighed and leaned forward slightly. “Susan, you do a lot of the running of EnerPod’s day-to-day operations and I’m confident that you can also handle my job.”

Susan was indeed “sexy”, as she’d put it; a wholesome, “girl next door” version of sexy; and most people assumed I’d hired her for her looks and perhaps some side benefits. But they were wrong on both counts. She had a sharp mind that missed very little, and she was a very fast and agile learner. Many men had tried to hire her away, but she fended them all off with a polished skill that left their egos intact. I had no idea what her social life was (not my business), but she never mentioned a boyfriend — or a girlfriend.

“I’m not trying to ‘ditch you’. I think you deserve the opportunity and I’m confident you can handle it. Also, I’m just across town if you need help.” Then I played, what I hoped would be, my trump card. “And the job carries a five-fold increase in your salary.”

I didn’t get the happy reaction I’d expected. Her face went deadpan, showing no emotion at all.

“Boss, I don’t need any more money. You pay me too much already. Which, by the way, makes the other assistants and secretaries quite jealous.

“If you’re going to Stewart, then I’m going to Stewart.” She allowed herself a half smile. “Someone has to keep an eye on you to keep the backstabbing wolves at bay.”

She had me there. In upper management, there were hundreds of ways to sabotage a boss and take his job. Susan usually managed to learn about raids on my job by overly ambitious junior executives and to fend them off. Sometimes, I had to learn about her activities from other parties, since she never bothered me with them unless she needed me to do something as part of the counter-plot. She made my work a lot easier, especially since, after ten years working together, I could trust and depend on her.

I knew from our years together that she wasn’t going to give on the point. If she wasn’t motivated by a huge increase in salary, I had nothing left to offer and if I pushed it, she’d probably quit. She was too valuable for me to risk that.

“Okay.” I leaned back and sighed. I started to reach for my ear, but intercepted the motion before it started. “Who do you think should take my job?”

She considered briefly. “Harry Washington?”

“I agree.” I was glad her choice echoed mine. I valued her opinion quite a bit. “Please ask him to come over. He can do the job — just not as well as you. Can Blanche handle your end of the team?”

“Blanche is a good assistant — and sharp. She’ll do jus′ fine.” She got up to leave.

“Oh — we have this week to get Harry and Blanche up to speed, then I’m taking two weeks off before reporting to Stewart. I’d suggest you take some time off too. When we get over there, we’ll probably have precious little time for such things.”

She nodded and headed for the door and her desk.

“And do something extra nice on your vacation. Your new job carries double the salary you now make.” I paused while she turned her head, an eyebrow raised. “And you’ll earn every credit.”

I toyed with the idea of bringing her up to speed on President Damon’s plans, but decided that Eric wanted that kept close to the vest for the time being.

* * * *

“Love of my life, I’m home!” Rosemary wasn’t in the living room when I walked in from the garage.

“I’m in the kitchen, Rock.”

The sound of footsteps and she rounded the corner. Honey brown hair cascading to her shoulders and a smile that I’d walk a million miles to see — even after twenty-two years of marriage.

She melted into my arms for a long kiss.

When we’d finished, she took off her glasses. “You smudged my glasses — as usual.”

I handed her my handkerchief and followed her into the kitchen as she wiped her glasses. “What’s for dinner?”

“Meatloaf and it’s almost done. You’re just in time to set the table.” She took the top off a pot. I could just see some cauliflower steaming inside. She’d refused a household staff, even though we could easily afford it. She preferred to keep her own home and do the cooking. My stomach agreed.

I suffered through Rosemary saying grace, then took a bite of my meatloaf. “I got a promofun.” I had trouble talking around a mouthful of meat.

Her fork stopped halfway to her mouth and her face fell. “I’m not moving again, Rockwell. Forget it!” She always called me by my full name when she was mad at me.

I held up my fork as I swallowed the bite. “No moving. Eric moved me to corporate.”

She put her fork down, but visibly relaxed a bit. “Doing what?”

I preened just a bit. “I’m the new President of Stewart Industries.”

This time she perked up, her defenses melting. “What’s Eric going to do?”

“He has some heavy research to do, so I’m minding the store.

“Here’s the good part. I get two weeks off starting this weekend and we should figure out a once-in-a-lifetime vacation.

“What can we afford?” She finally got down to eating.

“Just about anything. Even a trip to Lunatown if you want. Eric doubled my salary. In fact, we could afford a trip to Mars if there’s anything interesting you want to do there. Certainly anywhere here on Earth, even the best India has to offer.”

We talked it over while we did justice to her excellent cooking and finally settled on the luxury resort on the moon.

“Should we ask Lilly if they want to go?”

“And put up with you two arguing politics the entire trip?” Rosemary took a sip of her wine. “No way. If you want to do something for our daughter and George, send them on a trip of their own.”

* * * *

The trip was great. Two weeks at one-sixth gravity, plus constant pampering and gourmet food, was nice. We’d especially enjoyed cuddling and playing in the light gravity. I don’t think it was possible, but I felt we were even more in love at the regrettable end of our vacation than before we’d lifted off. Readjusting to Earth normal gravity wasn’t that difficult when we got back, since we’d only been gone for two weeks.

Eric brought me up to date, then disappeared for a month while Susan, now a redhead, and I got settled into the job of running an empire made up of twenty-three diverse companies.

* * * *

A month later, Eric and Barbara invited us to their home for a barbeque after church. Damon’s cronies had staged another riot, but our little corner of the world was still relatively safe.

Rosemary picked me up on the way. I’m not a ‘believer’, in spite of Rosemary’s attempts to change me, so she goes to church alone. I’ve never bought off on a God that would create a mess of a world like we live in. Evolution is how it all happened and when you die, you’re dead. So do good while you’re alive. Enjoy life when you can, and surround yourself with good people.

I never could figure out why a genius like Eric bought into the God and Jesus thing when the evidence against it is so conclusive.

It was a hot summer day, even for northeast Texas, and Eric and I were hanging around the barbeque, just inside his force bug shield of the patio, while Rosemary and Barbara were chatting in the kitchen.

“I’ve given the staff the day off so we can talk in private. And the kids are with a youth group from church for an afternoon of fun.” Eric forked up the edge of a steak just long enough to check it out, then put it back. He pulled out a small fob from his pocket and pressed a button. “The entire property is now secure. No one can eavesdrop on us nor can anyone see through the security curtain —” He gestured towards a disturbance in the air that now surrounded the house and it’s immediate grounds, “— to read our lips. I’ve already swept the house and grounds for bugs, so I’m reasonably sure we’re safe from Damon’s snoopers — if any.

“It’s as bad as I thought. Damon is goin′ to make herself into a tin hat dictator and turn the country into a ‘socialist worker’s paradise’.”

“Just like the United States and the Western Alliance?”

“Exactly. Government control of everything, right down to control of who gets medical services and who doesn’t.” He checked the steak again, but it apparently wasn’t ready to turn.

I was totally depressed. “So, what do we do? Emigrate to Alaska, Australia, New Zealand, China, India, or Mexico? Those are the only halfway decent places left to live.

“Actually, I was thinkin′ of leavin′ the planet.” There was that lop-sided “gotcha” grin again.

“Yeah, sure. Just fly off to another planet. There’s one just around the corner. That makes as much sense as grownups playing at being royalty, knights, and damsels.”

“I really mean it, Rock.” He was dead serious. “I talked it over with Barb and then bought one.”

“You what!”

“Bought a planet. We ran over to China and made a deal with Chin Exploration for one of the planets they found on their last survey. The expedition arrived back about a month and a half ago after a sixteen-year tour, and they’ve found five habitable planets. This one’s around twenty-five hundred lights from here.”

After Eric had started manufacturing his FTL drive, several private and government groups had sent out exploration teams to look for habitable planets, guided by information gathered by deep-scan orbital telescopes. Several had already returned with claims on real estate they’d explored.

“You bought a planet!?” The enormity of what he’d said finally sank through.

“Well — I made a down payment on one. We’ll have to pay it off by minin′ it for titanium. They found a good deposit that should be easy to extract and a nearby deposit of magnesium that will make it easier to handle. Also there’s a dried up sea bed with lots of salt if we’d rather use sodium in the reduction.”

“You’ve thought of everything, but what are you going to use for a processing plant?” I scratched my ear. “This takes a pretty sophisticated operation.”

“I thought we’d pack up one from Texas Titanium and take it with us.”

“You’re kidding. Right? Eric, this is sounding more like fantasy than reality. Do you have a notion of what’s involved in an enterprise like this?”

“Actually, we’ve thought it through fairly well and I’ve talked to a number of other owners of large industries. “We’re going to move a lot of people and equipment to this planet and colonize it. It’s got an axial tilt that’s less than Earth’s, so the seasonal changes will be less drastic, so growing food should be easier. We’ve already put in an order for four super-sized cargo mods and a class five tractor hull with Raj Aerospace. They’ll have a combined capacity of eighty-thousand passengers plus enough room for the materials and dismantled plants we estimate we’ll want to take with us. We’ll install our own FTL drives and heavy weapons; advanced models of both that I haven’t released for sale to the government or anyone else — and I’m not gonn’a.”

I couldn’t speak. He’d hammered me with one impossible notion after another. I just stood there with my mouth hanging open.

“We only have around twenty-two months to pack up whatever basic and advanced industry we can manage, along with a couple years’ supplies to tide us over until we can get into full operation, both industrially and agriculturally. We have to recruit people and other business owners along with farmers, miners, laborers, and all the other little things that make up the chain of modern livin′.” He examined the steak and turned it along with the other three on the grill. They made a satisfying sizzle.

I finally found my voice. “Where are you going to start? How —”

“Remember my preoccupation with S.C.A.? You think it’s a childish thing what with pretendin′ to be Medieval nobility and such.”

“And I still do. You’ll never catch me with one of those titles. ‘Sir Rock’ would sound absolutely silly.” I inhaled the aroma of the steaks and my mouth started to water.

“Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret. It’s been a cover for a group of very rich and influential men and women who haven’t liked the way things have been goin′ in our country for quite a while. The Free States of America has been gettin′ less ‘free’ for over a decade.

“We originally formed as an underground political resistance group; hopin′ to change the way the country has been goin′, but we’ve not been able to do that. Shortly after you and I talked about your move to corporate, we met and decided to bug out. We’ve been workin′ feverishly to come up with a basic plan and this —” he waved the hand holding the fork at nothing in particular “— is it.

“Do you want to come along?”

Again, he’d surprised me with the scope of his plan. From anyone else, I’d have called it insanity, but Eric was the most grounded genius I’d ever known — with the possible exception of his SCA activities. He’d always done things on a large scale, but this was far beyond anything I’d ever seen him try.

Straight out of school, we both did our obligatory term in the military. The FSA had set up universal conscription during the War of Secession and kept it since then. Everyone, men and women, had to serve at least two years in the military. If you were handicapped and couldn’t carry a weapon, you served in a support group. Your service had to be done before you turned 25. We’d both gone with the Marines, but he’d gone into Force Recon, which was the FSA combination of the old USA Force Recon and Marine Special Ops. Two years later, with our obligation over, we’d been discharged, but he never told me what he did while in the service. His wife, Barbara, an ex-Marine like me, once confided to me that he sometimes woke up screaming in the middle of the night.

Based on my football skills, I’d wanted to go pro, but no teams were interested in me. They wanted Eric, but he was busy inventing the first faster than light drive. From a poor Oklahoma farming family, he’d just played football to work his way through school. But his passion was science and a knack for turning it into workable things that made a lot of money. With a large investment from my father, he manufactured and sold the FTL drives. That formed the basis for other endeavors that eventually built his current empire. He was probably the richest man in the country, if not the world. All from thinking big and careful planning. My dad’s share of the business had turned him from a wealthy man into a very rich man.

So, instead of writing it off as a mad scheme, I took him at his word and believed this was another thing he could make happen.

“Can I talk to Rosemary about this?”

“Barbara, —” he gestured toward the kitchen where his beautiful, blonde bombshell of a wife and Rosemary were in animated conversation “— is fillin′ her in now.”

“Why another planet? Wouldn’t it be easier to find a little corner of Earth with a pro-business government? This is a huge change. You’d be starting from scratch.”

Eric got a faraway look in his eyes. “Just for that reason. I’m bored here. I’ve made a huge fortune and done just about everythin′ I can do. There are no new frontiers to conquer on this rock. Out there —” he waved the fork at the sky “— I can start over again and do it my way. No government busybodies tellin′ me how to live and what I can and can’t do. No worryin′ about my kids being kidnapped every time they’re out of my sight.

“Here, we’re hemmed in by officious midgets who can’t even run their own lives, but feel qualified to run ours.” His eyes glistened as he talked. His dream started to infect me. “Out there, we can be free. We can create a world where people can live their lives their own way. Out there —”

Suddenly, Rosemary threw up her hands and shouted. “No! I’m not moving again!”

I winced inside, but her reaction wasn’t unexpected. “I guess you have your answer.”

“Pity.” The light went out of his eyes as he came back to Earth. He poked at a steak and moved it about a quarter of an inch on the grill. It wasn’t necessary, but rather a nervous gesture. Eric wasn’t used to “no” from close associates. He had the kind of charisma that made people want to do what he expected of them. He was a great leader, but only a mediocre manager at the detail level. I was good at management, but a plodder as far as true leadership was concerned. We made a good team.

“Naturally, I’ll help as best I can.”

He looked up from the steak and gave me a half-hearted grin. “Thanks, Rock. I’ll need your help, both with the day-to-day ramroddin′ of the company as well as plannin′ the details of our escape.”


“You don’t think Damon is going to take it lyin′ down when we try to abscond with a good portion of the industrial capability of this country? She already thinks it’s hers. We’re going to have to tread as lightly as possible and have damned good reasons for dismantlin′ these things. Somethin′ that will make economic sense and lull her into ignorin′ it.”

We stood in silence as I considered the problem.

Eric fussed, unnecessarily, with the steaks.



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