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Message no. 1
From: Hunter griffinhq@****.com
Subject: Bloodlines - Two
Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2000 08:27:32 -0500
Okay, a couple of little surprises here in the first draft. Comments?

*************************************************************************
********************
Bloodlines
2

August 6, 2060


I woke up in darkness. It was always dark when I woke up, with only a
crack of light seeping under the door. The bedroom was without windows
and only had two doors, one leading to the bathroom and another to the
rest of the world. There was, barely, enough light for me to find the
lamp next to the bed when I wanted to turn it on. I'd been on when I
dozed off, but the household security system had turned it off when there
had been no movement in the room for a while.
So I'd woken up in darkness, the woman I loved held close. I couldn't
see the clock across the room, not without turning on the lights and I
couldn't tell what time it was. "Wake up, hon." I whispered to her.
"Just five more minutes." She murmured sleepily.
I kissed her gently on the top of her head and wrapped both arms around
her to cradle her against myself for a couple of silent moments. She
squirmed slightly and settled back down, most likely getting more
comfortable.
"Wake up, hon." I whispered to her again, reaching over with one hand
to turn on the small light at the side of the bed. She raised her head
and blinked sleep filled eyes at me. "Hi." I smiled at her.
"I was having such a nice dream." She snuggled back against me.
"Tell me about it." I encouraged her.
"It was about you and me and that little hotel that we stayed at down in
the Carib League for our honeymoon." She abruptly sat up and looked at
me. "Maybe we should go down there again for a week or so."
"A second honeymoon?" I inquired.
"Yes." She leaned forward and kissed me in a way that made my heart
race. "After all," she continued, resting her forehead against mine.
"We've earned it."
"If you say so." I smiled at her.
"I say so." She smiled back, her face seeming to light up. "I wonder .
. . " She abruptly stopped.
"What is it?" I asked, concerned.
"It's almost ten in the morning." She climbed out of bed and headed for
the bathroom, removing her blouse on the way.
I stretched to try to get some of the stiffness out of my limbs before
getting up, remembering that I'd left my shoes at the side of the bed. I
retrieved them and dumped them into the closet in the correct spot. The
hissing of the shower came to my ears as I closed the closet door and I
began to work through some simple martial arts routines to get out the
night's stiffness before heading to the bathroom myself.
I had time to shave and brush my teeth before the shower cut out. My
wife emerged wearing a bathrobe and moved to the mirror, critically
examining her appearance. "You're gorgeous." I leaned around and kissed
her, tasting the moisture on her lips still.
She smiled at me and then left the bathroom to get dressed. I hastily
undressed and took a hot shower to unclog my slightly muddled brain. I
wrapped myself in a towel before emerging from the shower. "I put a suit
out for you." She called to me from the other room.
"Thanks."
I left the bathroom and found the suit laid out on the bed, complete
with the armored vest that I normally wear when away from the house.
She'd picked out one of the blue Armante suits that she'd gotten me last
Christmas. I exchanged the towel for the suit and retrieved my pistol
from the dresser drawer where I normally stashed it when I wasn't
carrying it.
Ro finished with her makeup and came over to look at me. She pressed
the lapels of the jacket flat with the palms of her hands, smoothed my
tie, and looked me over again before nodding in approval. "You look
great."
"Thank you." I accepted the complement. "So do you."
She smiled at me in that special way of hers that leaves me breathless
before taking my left hand in her right. "Let's go have breakfast."

Breakfast is a fairly informal affair with just the two of us, much like
dinner. Because of the relatively late hour, Al had already made his
presence known. And he was working on his second breakfast, leaving both
of us to put at least part of our professional faces on. Al has been
around Ro since she was a little girl, and much like her late father, he
doesn't understand her to the same degree that I do. Nor is she
completely open with him like she is with me.
Uncle Al, as in Albert "Uncle Al" Cavalieri, is my wife's advisor or
consiglieri as the terminology goes. Al also served my late
father-in-law in the same position, may he rest in peace. And no, I
didn't kill him, someone else did. Having been a professional assassin
most of my adult and teenage life made getting married to Ro both easier
and harder to get approval for. It was easier for most members of the
Commissione to swallow because of my occupational choice, but harder
because of my metatype.
In the end, Ro had just simply rammed it down their throat whether they
liked it or not. She wanted me at her side and she wasn't going to take
no for an answer from anyone. Even today, most of the Dons and Donas
refer to her by her maiden name rather than her married name, something
that carries out into the shadows. And if you haven't guessed by now my
wife is Rowena O'Malley, daughter of the late Mafia Capo of Seattle James
O'Malley.
As for myself, I was an professional assassin who ran the shadows
occasionally under the name of Sirius. I also retired on my wedding day
to fulfill a promise that I made to her father before he died. As such,
my job now is to train newly initiated members of the Family in the arts
of combat, whether it's hand to hand or firearms.
I've been busy for the past couple of years. Ro has had over five
hundred newly initiated members of the Family brought in since she took
over as the head of the Finnigan family and I anticipate that she'll add
at least that many more in the next five. Most of them have been
metahumans like myself rather than the stereotypical humans that most
shadowrunners think of as their neighborhood mob soldier.
My father was a member of the Family since before I was born and I would
have been myself except for the fact that I'm not human. But under Ro's
new policies, the ones that the aforementioned politician was referring
to yesterday, people such as myself can become initiated members. But
then again, I've never know Humanis Policlub members to have much in the
way of brains. I'm sure that there are exceptions, but I haven't found
any yet.
After breakfast, I excused myself and then headed over for the training
center currently set up in the Tacoma district. Don't bother to go
looking for it, it's not there any longer. The blue 2057 Americar that I
drive fits in nicely just about anywhere. Most people would go for a
flashy sports car, but that's not me. I like the Americar, it's easy to
drive and fuel efficient.
Weaving my way between Downtown Seattle and Tacoma generally takes about
half an hour and I finally got there close to noon. The current bunch of
trainees was at lunch at the time, with firearms practice scheduled for
later that day. My personal preference for the Savalette Guardian has
carried over to most of my students as well. I'm one of the best shots
in the city with the Savalette and unlike most shooters I don't have any
cybernetic aids. Not so much as a smartgun link.
The thought of putting cyberware into my body has always bothered me for
some reason, and I found that bioware was a more palatable option. Even
then I run on the light side, composed entirely of neuralware. I prefer
to think my way through a situation rather than shoot my way through it.
My afternoon ended up being composed of firearm maintenance rather than
shooting technique. Take care of your guns and they'll take care of you.
About six thirty, I excused myself and headed for home. Ro had
indicated to me at breakfast that she'd like to go out for dinner and I'd
already made reservations for the Eye of the Needle restaurant at eight.
We were expected, but we never quite made it.

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"A Shadowrunner's Corp."

http://www.angelfire.com/oh2/Griffin/index.html

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Message no. 2
From: Hunter griffinhq@****.com
Subject: Bloodlines - Two
Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2000 08:27:32 -0500
Okay, a couple of little surprises here in the first draft. Comments?

*************************************************************************
********************
Bloodlines
2

August 6, 2060


I woke up in darkness. It was always dark when I woke up, with only a
crack of light seeping under the door. The bedroom was without windows
and only had two doors, one leading to the bathroom and another to the
rest of the world. There was, barely, enough light for me to find the
lamp next to the bed when I wanted to turn it on. I'd been on when I
dozed off, but the household security system had turned it off when there
had been no movement in the room for a while.
So I'd woken up in darkness, the woman I loved held close. I couldn't
see the clock across the room, not without turning on the lights and I
couldn't tell what time it was. "Wake up, hon." I whispered to her.
"Just five more minutes." She murmured sleepily.
I kissed her gently on the top of her head and wrapped both arms around
her to cradle her against myself for a couple of silent moments. She
squirmed slightly and settled back down, most likely getting more
comfortable.
"Wake up, hon." I whispered to her again, reaching over with one hand
to turn on the small light at the side of the bed. She raised her head
and blinked sleep filled eyes at me. "Hi." I smiled at her.
"I was having such a nice dream." She snuggled back against me.
"Tell me about it." I encouraged her.
"It was about you and me and that little hotel that we stayed at down in
the Carib League for our honeymoon." She abruptly sat up and looked at
me. "Maybe we should go down there again for a week or so."
"A second honeymoon?" I inquired.
"Yes." She leaned forward and kissed me in a way that made my heart
race. "After all," she continued, resting her forehead against mine.
"We've earned it."
"If you say so." I smiled at her.
"I say so." She smiled back, her face seeming to light up. "I wonder .
. . " She abruptly stopped.
"What is it?" I asked, concerned.
"It's almost ten in the morning." She climbed out of bed and headed for
the bathroom, removing her blouse on the way.
I stretched to try to get some of the stiffness out of my limbs before
getting up, remembering that I'd left my shoes at the side of the bed. I
retrieved them and dumped them into the closet in the correct spot. The
hissing of the shower came to my ears as I closed the closet door and I
began to work through some simple martial arts routines to get out the
night's stiffness before heading to the bathroom myself.
I had time to shave and brush my teeth before the shower cut out. My
wife emerged wearing a bathrobe and moved to the mirror, critically
examining her appearance. "You're gorgeous." I leaned around and kissed
her, tasting the moisture on her lips still.
She smiled at me and then left the bathroom to get dressed. I hastily
undressed and took a hot shower to unclog my slightly muddled brain. I
wrapped myself in a towel before emerging from the shower. "I put a suit
out for you." She called to me from the other room.
"Thanks."
I left the bathroom and found the suit laid out on the bed, complete
with the armored vest that I normally wear when away from the house.
She'd picked out one of the blue Armante suits that she'd gotten me last
Christmas. I exchanged the towel for the suit and retrieved my pistol
from the dresser drawer where I normally stashed it when I wasn't
carrying it.
Ro finished with her makeup and came over to look at me. She pressed
the lapels of the jacket flat with the palms of her hands, smoothed my
tie, and looked me over again before nodding in approval. "You look
great."
"Thank you." I accepted the complement. "So do you."
She smiled at me in that special way of hers that leaves me breathless
before taking my left hand in her right. "Let's go have breakfast."

Breakfast is a fairly informal affair with just the two of us, much like
dinner. Because of the relatively late hour, Al had already made his
presence known. And he was working on his second breakfast, leaving both
of us to put at least part of our professional faces on. Al has been
around Ro since she was a little girl, and much like her late father, he
doesn't understand her to the same degree that I do. Nor is she
completely open with him like she is with me.
Uncle Al, as in Albert "Uncle Al" Cavalieri, is my wife's advisor or
consiglieri as the terminology goes. Al also served my late
father-in-law in the same position, may he rest in peace. And no, I
didn't kill him, someone else did. Having been a professional assassin
most of my adult and teenage life made getting married to Ro both easier
and harder to get approval for. It was easier for most members of the
Commissione to swallow because of my occupational choice, but harder
because of my metatype.
In the end, Ro had just simply rammed it down their throat whether they
liked it or not. She wanted me at her side and she wasn't going to take
no for an answer from anyone. Even today, most of the Dons and Donas
refer to her by her maiden name rather than her married name, something
that carries out into the shadows. And if you haven't guessed by now my
wife is Rowena O'Malley, daughter of the late Mafia Capo of Seattle James
O'Malley.
As for myself, I was an professional assassin who ran the shadows
occasionally under the name of Sirius. I also retired on my wedding day
to fulfill a promise that I made to her father before he died. As such,
my job now is to train newly initiated members of the Family in the arts
of combat, whether it's hand to hand or firearms.
I've been busy for the past couple of years. Ro has had over five
hundred newly initiated members of the Family brought in since she took
over as the head of the Finnigan family and I anticipate that she'll add
at least that many more in the next five. Most of them have been
metahumans like myself rather than the stereotypical humans that most
shadowrunners think of as their neighborhood mob soldier.
My father was a member of the Family since before I was born and I would
have been myself except for the fact that I'm not human. But under Ro's
new policies, the ones that the aforementioned politician was referring
to yesterday, people such as myself can become initiated members. But
then again, I've never know Humanis Policlub members to have much in the
way of brains. I'm sure that there are exceptions, but I haven't found
any yet.
After breakfast, I excused myself and then headed over for the training
center currently set up in the Tacoma district. Don't bother to go
looking for it, it's not there any longer. The blue 2057 Americar that I
drive fits in nicely just about anywhere. Most people would go for a
flashy sports car, but that's not me. I like the Americar, it's easy to
drive and fuel efficient.
Weaving my way between Downtown Seattle and Tacoma generally takes about
half an hour and I finally got there close to noon. The current bunch of
trainees was at lunch at the time, with firearms practice scheduled for
later that day. My personal preference for the Savalette Guardian has
carried over to most of my students as well. I'm one of the best shots
in the city with the Savalette and unlike most shooters I don't have any
cybernetic aids. Not so much as a smartgun link.
The thought of putting cyberware into my body has always bothered me for
some reason, and I found that bioware was a more palatable option. Even
then I run on the light side, composed entirely of neuralware. I prefer
to think my way through a situation rather than shoot my way through it.
My afternoon ended up being composed of firearm maintenance rather than
shooting technique. Take care of your guns and they'll take care of you.
About six thirty, I excused myself and headed for home. Ro had
indicated to me at breakfast that she'd like to go out for dinner and I'd
already made reservations for the Eye of the Needle restaurant at eight.
We were expected, but we never quite made it.

*************************************************************************
********************
Griffin Industries
"A Shadowrunner's Corp."

http://www.angelfire.com/oh2/Griffin/index.html

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Message no. 3
From: CEvans9159@***.com CEvans9159@***.com
Subject: Bloodlines - Two
Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2000 15:49:50 EST
In a message dated 2/17/00 5:30:05 AM, griffinhq@****.com writes:

<< Weaving my way between Downtown Seattle and Tacoma generally takes about
half an hour and I finally got there close to noon. >>

[Tay-Dor]
As a native of Seattle, thought I'd inject a bit of info. 20 years ago,
it might have taken 30mins to get from downtown Seattle to Tacoma. But now
with our lousy traffic, it's like roush hour most of the day. So Seattle to
Tacoma would be more like 45mins to an hour these days. Just project that
another 60yrs....

Good story, tho. I liked it.
Message no. 4
From: Hunter griffinhq@****.com
Subject: Bloodlines - Two
Date: Fri, 18 Feb 2000 06:16:48 -0500
Does the flow seem right to everyone? I'm not putting too much
information in one place am I?

*************************************************************************
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"A Shadowrunner's Corp."

http://www.angelfire.com/oh2/Griffin/index.html

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Message no. 5
From: CulIenTrey@***.com CulIenTrey@***.com
Subject: Bloodlines - Two
Date: Fri, 18 Feb 2000 11:20:36 EST
Not at all. In fact, I think the pacing is excellent.

Keep up the good work!
--Azazael
Message no. 6
From: Ratinac, Rand (NSW) RRatinac@*****.redcross.org.au
Subject: Bloodlines - Two
Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2000 10:46:55 +1100
> > Not at all. In fact, I think the pacing is excellent.
> >
> > Keep up the good work!
> > --Azazael
>
> Well, personally, I think it's a bit too much, too fast,
> Rick. Not for all
> stories, but for a Shadowrun story, definitely. I'd space the
> revelations
> out a bit. You've got two really big ones in this chapter -
> one, that he's
> Sirius, a shadowrunner and a mob hitman and two, that he's
> married to Rowena
> O'Malley (are you SIRIUS??? ;) ). Those are BIG things and
> really shouldn't
> just be tossed in as asides if you can help it. If possible,
> I'd also keep
> it to one major revelation per chapter.
>
> Doc'
Message no. 7
From: CulIenTrey@***.com CulIenTrey@***.com
Subject: Bloodlines - Two
Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 20:37:12 EST
> Well, personally, I think it's a bit too much, too fast,
> Rick. Not for all
> stories, but for a Shadowrun story, definitely. I'd space the
> revelations
> out a bit. You've got two really big ones in this chapter -
> one, that he's
> Sirius, a shadowrunner and a mob hitman and two, that he's
> married to Rowena
> O'Malley (are you SIRIUS??? ;) ). Those are BIG things and
> really shouldn't
> just be tossed in as asides if you can help it. If possible,
> I'd also keep
> it to one major revelation per chapter.
>
> Doc'

Well, I'd say that depends on how long the story is going to end up being.
If it's a novel, I agree. But if it ends up having four chapters, then
perhaps this pacing is good enough.

We'll see how it turns out in the end.

--Azazael
Message no. 8
From: Ratinac, Rand (NSW) RRatinac@*****.redcross.org.au
Subject: Bloodlines - Two
Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2000 12:39:57 +1100
> Well, I'd say that depends on how long the story is going to
> end up being.
> If it's a novel, I agree. But if it ends up having four
> chapters, then
> perhaps this pacing is good enough.
>
> We'll see how it turns out in the end.
>
> --Azazael

Good point.

Doc'
Message no. 9
From: Hunter griffinhq@****.com
Subject: Bloodlines - Two
Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 22:09:58 -0500
On Sun, 20 Feb 2000 20:37:12 EST CulIenTrey@***.com writes:
>
> Well, I'd say that depends on how long the story is going to end up
being.
> If it's a novel, I agree. But if it ends up having four chapters, then

> perhaps this pacing is good enough.
>
Okay, that's what I needed to know.
Thank you. I'll do a re-write shortly.

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"A Shadowrunner's Corp."

http://www.angelfire.com/oh2/Griffin/index.html

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Message no. 10
From: Hunter griffinhq@****.com
Subject: Bloodlines - Two
Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2000 04:01:17 -0500
Final Draft of two. Any comments?

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********************
Bloodlines
2

August 6, 2060


I woke up in darkness. It was always dark when I woke up, with only a
crack of light seeping under the door. The bedroom was without windows
and only had two doors, one leading to the bathroom and another to the
rest of the world. There was, barely, enough light for me to find the
lamp next to the bed when I wanted to turn it on. I'd been on when I
dozed off, but the household security system had turned it off when there
had been no movement in the room for a while.
So I'd woken up in darkness, the woman I loved held close. I couldn't
see the clock across the room, not without turning on the lights and I
couldn't tell what time it was. "Wake up, hon." I whispered to her.
"Just five more minutes." She murmured sleepily.
I kissed her gently on the top of her head and wrapped both arms around
her to cradle her against myself for a couple of silent moments. She
squirmed slightly and settled back down, most likely getting more
comfortable.
"Wake up, hon." I whispered to her again, reaching over with one hand
to turn on the small light at the side of the bed. She raised her head
and blinked sleep filled eyes at me. "Hi." I smiled at her.
"I was having such a nice dream." She snuggled back against me.
"Tell me about it." I encouraged her.
"It was about you and me and that little hotel that we stayed at down in
the Carib League for our honeymoon." She abruptly sat up and looked at
me. "Maybe we should go down there again for a week or so."
"A second honeymoon?" I inquired.
"Yes." She leaned forward and kissed me in a way that made my heart
race. "After all," she continued, resting her forehead against mine.
"We've earned it."
"If you say so." I smiled at her.
"I say so." She smiled back, her face seeming to light up. "I wonder .
. . " She abruptly stopped.
"What is it?" I asked, concerned.
"It's almost ten in the morning." She climbed out of bed and headed for
the bathroom, removing her blouse on the way.
I stretched to try to get some of the stiffness out of my limbs before
getting up, remembering that I'd left my shoes at the side of the bed. I
retrieved them and dumped them into the closet in the correct spot. The
hissing of the shower came to my ears as I closed the closet door and I
began to work through some simple martial arts routines to get out the
night's stiffness before heading to the bathroom myself.
I had time to shave and brush my teeth before the shower cut out. Not
that I would have minded joining her, however we were already late enough
as it is. My wife emerged wearing a bathrobe and moved to the mirror,
critically examining her appearance. "You're gorgeous." I leaned around
and kissed her, tasting the moisture on her lips still.
She smiled at me and then left the bathroom to get dressed. I hastily
undressed and took a hot shower to unclog my slightly muddled brain. I
wrapped myself in a towel before emerging from the shower. "I put a suit
out for you." She called to me from the other room.
"Thanks."
I left the bathroom and found the suit laid out on the bed, complete
with the armored vest that I normally wear when away from the house.
She'd picked out one of the blue Armante suits that she'd gotten me last
Christmas. I exchanged the towel for the suit and retrieved my pistol
from the dresser drawer where I normally stashed it when I wasn't
carrying it.
Ro finished with her makeup and came over to look at me. She pressed
the lapels of the jacket flat with the palms of her hands, smoothed my
tie, and looked me over again before nodding in approval. "You look
great."
"Thank you." I accepted the complement. "So do you."
She smiled at me in that special way of hers that leaves me breathless
before taking my left hand in her right. "Let's go have breakfast."

Breakfast is a fairly informal affair with just the two of us, much like
dinner. Because of the relatively late hour, Al had already made his
presence known. And he was working on his second breakfast, leaving both
of us to put at least part of our professional faces on. Al has been
around Ro since she was a little girl, and much like her late father, he
doesn't understand her to the same degree that I do. Nor is she
completely open with him like she is with me.
Uncle Al, as in Albert "Uncle Al" Cavalieri, is my wife's advisor or
consiglieri as the terminology goes. Al also served my late
father-in-law in the same position, may he rest in peace. And no, I
didn't kill him, someone else did. Having been a professional assassin
most of my adult and teenage life made getting married to Ro both easier
and harder to get approval for. It was easier for most members of the
Commissione to swallow because of my occupational choice, but harder
because of my metatype.
In the end, Ro had just simply rammed it down their throat whether they
liked it or not. She wanted me at her side and she wasn't going to take
no for an answer from anyone. Even today, most of the Dons and Donas
refer to her by her maiden name rather than her married name, something
that carries out into the shadows. And if you haven't guessed by now my
wife is Rowena O'Malley, daughter of the late Mafia Capo of Seattle James
O'Malley.
I've been busy for the past couple of years. Ro has had over five
hundred newly intitiated members of the Family brought in since she took
over as the head of the Finnigan family and I anticipate that she'll add
at least that many more in the next five. Most of them have been
metahumans like myself rather than the stereotypical humans that most
shadowrunners think of as their neighborhood mob soldier.
My father was a member of the Family since before I was born and I would
have been myself except for the fact that I'm not human. But under Ro's
new policies, the ones that the aforementioned politician was refering to
yesterday, people such as myself can become initiated members. But then
again, I've never know Humanis Policlub members to have much in the way
of brains. I'm sure that there are exceptions, but I haven't found any
yet.
After breakfast, I excused myself and then headed over for the training
center currently set up in the Tacoma district. Don't bother to go
looking for it, it's not there any longer. The blue 2057 Americar that I
drive fits in nicely just about anywhere. Most people would go for a
flashy sports car, but that's not me. I like the Americar, it's easy to
drive and fuel efficient.
Weaving my way between Downtown Seattle and Tacoma generally takes about
an hour and I finally got there close to noon. The current bunch of
trainees was at lunch at the time, with firearms practice scheduled for
later that day. My personal preference for the Savalette Guardian has
carried over to most of my students as well. I'm one of the best shots
in the city with the Savalette and unlike most shooters I don't have any
cybernetic aids. Not so much as a smartgun link.
The thought of putting cyberware into my body has always bothered me for
some reason, and I found that bioware was a more palatable option. Even
then I run on the light side, composed entirely of neuralware. I prefer
to think my way through a situation rather than shoot my way through it.
My afternoon ended up being composed of firearm maintenance rather than
shooting technique. Take care of your guns and they'll take care of you.
About six thirty, I excused myself and headed for home. Ro had
indicated to me at breakfast that she'd like to go out for dinner and I'd
already made reservations for the Eye of the Needle restaurant at eight.
We were expected, but we never quite made it.

*************************************************************************
********************
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"A Shadowrunner's Corp."

http://www.angelfire.com/oh2/Griffin/index.html

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