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Welcome, Oh yeah, welcome to Passages.

Passages.

Indulge me now if you will hang cobwebs and shadows in your mind, think darkness and danger too, entails from another time.

Travel with me, please, into the darkened recesses of other people's.

Minds, to a world of wood and cloth and stream.

This season of Passages is a Harlequin intrigue again, Puppet's Bobby.

Passages.

Puppet, welcome back to.

A Passages.

He still sick.

He's so sick.

Saggerine around underneath the floor.

Somebody help.

He almost got your mind all out of your purse.

But then you turned around, thought his hand was a mouse, and his hand cold, doctor, doctor man, all right, that was locked in, all right, So welcome to chapter three, Puppets.

On chapter three.

God, this is gonna be over too quickly.

But hey, guess what she wrote?

How many chapters she wrote?

Seventy eight of the books.

We didn't look at.

How many chapters there are?

Do you want to skip and look?

Oh?

Giovanni Berbisi comes back to I'm curious, turns into a puppet himself stop it all right?

What I wanted to begin with before we start chapter three, I got a little Giovanni Ribisi.

Antonio Giovanni Ribisi is an American actor appeared in the films That Thing You Do, Saving Pride and Private Ryan cone I noticed that they skip the Other Sisters as well.

They should.

We don't talk about the others That's actually a line from the movie.

So the Other Sister being a troubling film that we saw recently.

Robbie and I have a theory about it too, that it has been all but yeah, like expunge the Internet.

They do not want to think about this movie.

You're one who had a hand in that atrocity wants it to go away.

Perhaps well meaning, but definitely not good.

No.

Yeah, So anyway, Giovanni Rubiici is not Giovanni Verranzo or whatever from our puppet book.

Well, but we will continue to be portraying Giovanni Veroni Verbici, who is the name of the man who definitely fucks puppets in the story.

Yep, and we have discovered.

He definitely fucked Mignon tried to fuck her to life, but we.

Did fuck her life apparently, and she took him down into the the and she left.

And remember how the the the spooky Italian man was like, yeah, be aware, you.

Can control puppets, but she can't control human.

If she doesn't want to bang you, she will leave.

And if you so, just keep hanging your puppet.

They have no will, they got no souls whatever you want to them.

So yeah, he's like, just fuck your puppets, man and be happy.

And he's like, no, I want Mignon to be alive.

And she was like, I've got to get out.

You're gross, You're gross, yuck.

Do you have fuck?

I've seen the other sister and it sacks.

I can't.

Yeah, I'm ham.

And then he just died in the vault of a broken heart.

He went, ah, just dropped dead, was it?

Yeah, so that happened.

But then there's also this guy named Raoul who stands accused of killing Cloudia Clute.

Or whatever her name is, Cloudia, the chick from the wardrobe department.

So he has hidden down in the vaults, but he's quite sick.

He's so sick, and he came up from the vaults to try and find medicine for his feet and overheard the beautiful Caterina Lacroix of No Orleans, Louisiana, who has fled to Paris after the sudden death of her maybe drug addicted husband.

Yes, and she had was ten dollars and twenty five cents in a dream of.

Puppet dream puppets.

She's now been working at the Paris Puppet Theater and.

Museum, very exclusive, very high end, for a.

Month, and it is essentially enslavement slash indentured servitude, where she must be tour guide slash museum dosened by day and prep human preppet.

Human puppet whatever the fuck that means.

On stage by night to sold out audiences.

Every day because who cut resisted.

Watching human puppets?

Retell the Great.

Puppet Story, the Great Stuppet Caper, all right, chat did good recap all right chapters, So it's Phantom of the Oh.

And then she was trying to find her sneakers and she heard some music and was like, I.

Know, I'll I'll go down there, Detective Katerina Lacroix gumshoe.

All right, So it's it's Phantom of the Opera with puppets.

Chapter three.

But well is it?

Yes, they're just people.

It's not.

Puppet people.

So far, there are no actual puppets that move or phantom.

Yeah, we haven't seen you know what, we haven't seen a fucking puppet yet.

We have there.

They're just behind, you know, they're they're like vaguely mentioned.

I want description, I want deep, I want the camera to linger on them puppet.

I want to see a little puppe guy run it around.

I want puppets to come to life and cause little crimes.

If the answer to this, if Claudia wasn't stabbed to death by God's Kwanzo the stabbing puppet Raoul fetterman.

If if no it's not not, if Raoulan is not a little puppet guy who also goes by Quanzo the stabbing puppet, I don't want to hear it all Right, here we go.

If there was one thing Katerina didn't lack, it was nerve common sense?

Was another matter yup that fucking tracks for sure?

It wasn't.

Why is this foray into the unknown she has?

If there was one thing Katerina didn't.

Have, it was survival instinct any not a one scruples scruples, not a surnival instincts not a self preservation, not a one, not a one.

There there were dark shadows everywhere, on the worn stone staircase behind her, in the rafters above, between the cobwebs that fluttered and danced in the breeze.

She sentered up.

Cobwebs of your mind, other people's minds.

They lurked on the water stained walls, and even among the row of decrepit wooden shelves that her morbid side compared to medieval mortuary slabs.

Again, I have no idea when she's from in time, because she seems like a Gothic heroine from like the the early eighteen I love it.

Her sneakers what so so Again, it's just so jarring to have it written this way and then to have to have that pop in the sneakers.

What she talked to herself as she descended.

So she's creeping down into here and she's like, well, this is dumb.

I shouldn't be doing this.

You don't know what you're walking into.

Caddie.

A woman died in this theater.

So that's not her talking to herself, that's Luther.

No, this is literally it's says she talked to herself.

Oh okay, okay, he gets those like cool italics.

Yes, I caught on.

Yeah, you don't know what you're walking into, Katie Caddy, let's do Caddy.

A woman died in this theater.

That's what we said.

Babet blames an architect, others blame a ghost.

But sorry, what if ghosts killed?

I'm gonna I'm sorry, I need to be doing her in her Louisiana patois, you don't know what you're walking into, Caddy, a woman died.

Nasty Alto claims an architect.

Oh just brea a ghost?

What if ghosts could kill?

You are not allowed to read like that.

I can't understand a fucking word you're saying.

Choking, we're shutting that down.

Is it out of your system?

It's the worst it kind of it sounds like an old boat starting up.

I've literally done a by you alligator cruise.

And the like.

Old grizzlebeard man with like a hat that looked like it might be fused to his head because it's been warmed for so long, basically talked like that.

Who was the captain of our boat?

Yeah, and you just go out into the middle of with a bag full of chum and this Tobby White grizzly bed man.

It's just dangling.

These chicken parts of the waters.

Were like jumping to open their mouths.

And he turns to you and he goes, yeah.

He was basically talking about how they're like essentially domesticated because oh, sures come out every day.

That makes sense, so they hear the boat.

It's like they come for food.

Like you never have to worry if you're gonna see gators because we've been fucking feeding them for years.

Yeah, they were not allowed to feed them.

On the gator tour I went on.

It was very like nature Preserve.

This was yours sounds like a little rough and tons, this is this is this is the.

No not the Everglades where it's like a national park.

That's what we went on.

I won't do I won't do my my, buy you Katerina because we won't be able to understand her.

All right, um make her more demure, Okay.

The sound of dripping water reached her at odds with the beautiful music.

She saw broken furniture, I keep wanting to do it, and pictures I'm sorry, all right, by the head of a porcelain doll chopped off by a miniature guillotine.

So there's like creepy emo emo.

Yeah wait was it or was that like out just.

The head of a porcelain doll laying out?

Yeah?

Oh so the guillotine wasn't there.

It had been chopped off by.

Okay, yeah, no, I thought when she said the head of a porcela doll chopped off by a miniature guillotine.

Question mark.

So she's like having morbid thoughts.

Herts thoughts are winning, so there isn't.

At first I did picture a tiny guillotine like someone had put like little art display down here.

This vault smells like death.

This whole house puppets.

This whole vault smells like puppet come.

Like bleach and na yuck.

All right, the magic had her in its spell.

She's like pulled in by the mystery and the music and and apparently this magic to me.

So the I'm gonna listen to the Fan of the Opera sound track all the way home, but.

Imagine him really sick.

Do you listen to it?

But imagine him like sick for the first like couple of songs from that movie The Family Opera.

Yeah, movie.

Butler and Emmy Rossam Maybe yeah, I.

Saw that in the theater.

I loved it because Patrick Wilson was in it and we knew, oh yeah, as Raoul who's mom?

All right, So that magic that you learn about in the early chapter is this thing that she apparently I can see the magic, right, she's following that.

Now she's feeling drawn in by this.

So they so after having her do something.

An actual supernatural measure element to this, you think we do not know?

Is that what they're hinting at?

You think, I mean we might get double phantom.

So you know that's my my, my wild theory is that we get double phantom in this.

So you know how that we've got hot Raoul who's so so so sick, so blisteringly ill cloth staggering around are hot sick man the forwards but but spooky ancient Giovanni Varoni Verbisi is all.

I'm traveling well known character actor g still living his ghost, his ghost lives under this puppet theater.

Yeah, the ghost of a of a of a still living man.

And that ghost has just been fucking puppets in this basement.

Yeah, so I think we might get layers like she's talking about, because there is a guy hiding down here we know him.

He's very sick.

Magic, so she can actually like connect.

Maybe there's there's there's like a ghost.

Yeah, okay.

So so she's heading down here, drawn by the music, and then she oh, it sounds like a thousand puppets.

Be alright, So she so she hears a footstep behind her, turns around and cracks her head open.

She fucking turns around and does like a oh like into a board.

Is she like injured?

Injured?

She dies?

No, she turns onund like cranks her head.

She's bet around too quickly.

Her head banged against a piece of rough timber, sending a stab of pain up her arm.

Oh her hand, I read it as her head.

I thought she did like a stupid like poo like bunk into a like Oh my god, I just fucked it so much more died.

Oh just kidding.

She sucked her toe.

No, I just like so much when she and banked her head off.

Of somethings for the rest of the book.

And I thought that that was three for three.

We've got one where he's sick, one where his name is Hambleton, and a third where the first time she sees her man she banks her head off of something.

All right, it's not quite that good.

She like cracks her hand on something and she turns around and she goes Giovanni.

So she yells to the ghost girl.

Yeah.

She whispered the name out loud and then tried to cover it with an accusing who are you so?

Yeah, So she's like connecting to the ghost and then runs into him.

Who are you?

Early?

Whoever?

He was?

The man stood wreathed in shadows, visible only in sil quit.

He had a lean build and was maybe six feet tall compared to Katerina's own five foot six feet inches six feet inches.

I would absolutely ship myself to sit him down here.

And was like, oh, that's right, the murderous architect.

And then she runs into him immediately and then hits her head on something.

Who are you.

His show?

Are you the one?

I think you already?

Like, yes, I'm exactly who you expect that.

He stabs her, It's very slowly and rely stamps her.

Used to kill Cloudy corn Bread the her name.

He just stamps her to death, and then we started we get a new point of view character.

Fun.

But then we go to.

The ghost realm and she is hooking up with Giovanni, who's waiting for the.

Return of possesses a puppet.

She uses her magic to teach Giovanni Ribisi how they could actually inhabit the puppets, and.

Then it's all about those puppets getting little tiny stabby revenge.

Why are our versions of these books always so much better?

His shoulders moved in a dismissing gesture.

Not someone you want to know.

His voice was low, faintly accented.

Her blood chilled.

She has pussy soup.

Please don't be a killer, wap wapa.

Please don't be a killer.

If anything, be a phantom.

Katerinas stiffened her spine, telling.

Her stom of the pro you're kind of nailing it.

I'm so sorry.

I also okay, hot take, and I'm probably gonna get a lot of shit for it.

Oh God, But I just don't like the soprano vocal register.

I don't find it the highest enjoyable.

Not even that like even more reasonable soprano.

I'm like, okay, I'm fine.

Just the super vibratoy high, high pitched lady.

But I can to respect the craft.

I don't have the vocal range to pull shit off like that.

That's amazing.

This was You know, this is a huge problem with my sister, who was a very good singer as a super high fluty soprano.

She was good, dynamite, like if she'd wanted to go into opera or something, she would have been very good at that.

But she liked big, straight toned belty metso alto shit, so she wanted to be able to do that like all the Broadway girlies.

And unfortunately that's not wasn't her thing.

So yeah, I feel bad because I agree, it's just kind of not It seems very dated to me.

Yeah, I just don't find that enjoyableistic that said, I'm for sure gonna crank the fanom of the opera soundtrack on the way home.

I fucking love it.

Yeah, that's that's true.

But that song, that's like the most iconic song from Phantom, like it is nails on and it just makes me laugh.

This is so fucking silly.

It's honestly, it is extremely.

The whole place, deeply say it's an incredible score with the worst dialogue and worst writing of all any musical.

And let's be honest, the score is extremely self indulgent and very very and repetitive.

There's a couple of songs.

Yeah, and it's also it gets written in a very melodramatic fashion, keep singing.

I fucking love it.

It's crazy fun.

It's a completely ludicrous Yes.

It's out of control hot take.

Andrew Lloyd Webber is not.

Dude's a looney tune, all right.

So he's like, what are you doing down here?

And she's like, I heard music.

He's in my comcake ghosts.

I'm very sick again that trace of humor, and Caterina relaxed, stranglehold of her muscles.

I like ghosts.

Wait, so he cracked one sort of joke from the darkness, and she's like, oh, it's funny.

Yeah, I relaxed.

Now.

He says, you're not afraid of ghosts.

I'm very sick again.

That Tracy.

He actually said, fuck you, this is this is what I like ghosts, she said.

Then something shuffled softly behind her, and she glanced nervously back.

I don't think that's what you are though.

We're alone, he said, and no I'm not.

So she heard something behind her.

Interesting, she's hearing sounds.

Maybe there is a ghost back away.

Her instincts were her but how he stood between her in the door.

Katerina's palms began to perspire.

Who but a ghost would choose to live in these gloomy sub chambers, except maybe a murderer.

A shiver swept through her, but she had to stay calm, all right, So she summons up her courage, looks him over and is like, I got got it.

I'm made a terrible mistake.

Yeah, tries to leave, but she looks him over, looking her with her flashlight.

Oh no, you're hot, and she gets it.

Oh no, he's hot.

Oh no, uhh.

Faded jeans and denim cuffs rolled back, A dusting of dark hair on his forearms.

Slender boned, as as she'd first thought, but probably the possessor of deceptive strength.

Okay, now she's doing fanfaict.

He didn't appear fragile anyway.

He also didn't seem concerned by her statement.

He didn't look sick at all.

No, he's hiding it.

Really well, it's actually funny.

We get that later, how he's hiding how sick he is from her because he doesn't want to seem sick.

Your friends are Jay, Marcel.

There's no need for you to be frightened, Sherry, I won't hurt you.

His english was impeccable, making her nervousness.

Masking her nervousness.

Katerina took the light he gave her and tried to see him the light he gave her, and tried to see him better without the bright glare in her eyes.

So she looks him over, dark hair long.

He's got like narrow features, wonderful.

Hands for fingering my puppet hole.

Hearing puppet holes like puppet hos.

She trembled slightly when his fingers brushed her.

How do you know my friends are?

She Martell are.

At Shae Marcel.

It's a restaurant.

I don't know whatever shaped together.

He came to stand in front of her.

He didn't touch her.

I heard the pipes.

I listened to your conversation.

Yeah, it's exactly what he said.

He says, I fucking stalked you and eaves dropped on you.

And she's like, mo what.

She swallowed the sudden renewed surge of fear and fascination that rose in her throat.

Yike, what are you gonna do to me?

She asked us.

Opens next and she's like getting.

Dear to men make a puppet out of you.

Gut you were amazement.

He lifted his hand and just brushed his thumbs over across her cheek nipples.

See what the other one's up to, Sli nothing, he said, so softly.

Sorry, he said so softly.

She almost didn't hear him.

She trembled, you mean I can leave, not just yet, kettery.

No, no, you can't leave because I'm gonna kill you.

Kill you with this puppet knife.

But nothing right, the second, right.

The second, and then he and then he goes, I've seen you in the museum and on the stage.

You should be Mignon.

That bet is a prima donna.

Oh drama.

He's a theater bitch.

She's a theater queen, theater queen, theater queen.

And he's like one of the one hundred and two fucking fever.

I know when I know, when will you?

She says what she says, She's like, yes, I know, I should be the lead.

That's literally what says, you should be beyond bad.

That is a prima donna.

And then she goes, I know, when will you let me leave?

I like her and I think she killed her husband in flood to pears I absolutely think she killed her husband yet uh And she's like, uh, yeah, this guy is definitely raoulsone, the guy who's accused of killing Claudia.

And as someone who killed my wife.

He doesn't answer.

He like looks and skulks around and glooms and emos and then he's kind of but he's still like there's no need to fear, so he's like fully putting on dark emo boy, he's Edward calling, He's callining, He's callining before colin ing.

The line film Love with the Lamb, Christ, stupid lamb, can't be sick, masochistic lion shut off?

Oh this this lion is sick?

Or wait?

Was she the lion?

Lion?

He's the lamb?

Oh?

Wait?

Was she the lion?

She's the lamb because he's gonna eat her.

Okay, that makes sense.

I get it now.

Why didn't you explain this to me back in the day.

His eyes were visible now dark and hypnotic and long lashed.

And so pale, so sick.

She looked a little dewey, honestly a little sick.

His eyes were rolling around wildly in his head, and his features were narrow, beautifully boned, his mouth full and sensual and stamped all over.

Of that was just a hint of arrogance, something to do with the tilt of his dark brow as he stared at her, because he's like, you're so dumb.

I'm going to kill you, kill you very smooth.

Or maybe it was the gleam in his deep brown eye that gave him such an air of confident, confident, a handsome, yes and sexy and not a murderer.

What how does she know that?

She just knows that she's got the magic breath?

What exactly are you going to do to me today?

So she drops his name, you afetil.

You become a puppy.

I'm gonna pump you till you puppet.

Puppet, complete shit, all right.

So we jump into his head now and he's like, this is fucking stupid.

I am on the run.

Why Why did I lure her down here with the music?

Why am I here?

Why did I do this?

It's like, this is so dumb, You're gonna get yourself caught.

But she was a truly exquisite creature, but we didn't do it with her delicate features, elegant bones and legs that were longer than his brain, and envision because he's only ever like seen little bits of her.

He's only like seen like from like, like through cracks in the wall and ship.

And wearing a petticoat, which is part of her.

I was wearing like layers of fucking costume.

Who knows, those puppets might have all kinds of crazy costumes.

But so she's like, wow, those legs go all the way up, black lashes, framed, soft greened eyes that stared back at him as he looked around again, and spacious suspicion lurked in those gorgeous eyes.

But who could blame her?

The bet told a one sided story, and why not?

Who could resist a human murder living in a vault under a puppet.

That's a new meme.

We gotta do that.

It's the meme is who could resist?

And then you list something very resistible, very very resistible, you.

Could resist and in fevered human murder, a fake human murderer lurking in the falls puppet theater, anyone, so many people could resist that.

That's so good, Amanda, that's so good.

Okay, Okay, here's a part.

Aaron's gonna like so so much.

So she's looking at her and He's like, oh my god, she's so fucking beautiful, and she's but she doesn't like the look at me, and she's worried about me, and why not since she was almost certainly mixed up in whatever schemes had made it necessary for someone in this theater to murder Cloudy a clarcy someone.

A wave of dizziness hit him, suddenly affecting both his thoughts and his balance.

I'm so sick, he wipes out a little.

Where he stands.

He is so sick, affecting both his thoughts and his balance.

He stopped in the passageway, bracing him himself at the cool stone.

Wall, the second time he's done this in as many chapters.

Are you all right?

Came up beside him.

To his surprise, she are you all right?

I took his face in her hands, lifting his head until she could see him in the dim light.

Are you sick?

What that's right?

Oh?

No, you all right?

You sick?

Said, are you sick?

Jesus?

It wasn't tempting.

It was tempting to invite her to play nurse because he was so so sick you could resist so barely conscious murder in the base that so sewage way is of a puppet theater.

You're going to resist.

They're collapsing, dying man leaving in the sewer system below a Parisian puppet theater.

Scraps of rats, puppet water, scraps of the mice that the rats had already made, scraps out.

Of d and drinking nothing but puppet waters, the puppet water.

Dude, Okay, so are you all right?

Are you sick?

It was attempting to invite her to play nurse, but he wouldn't give into that desire.

He should be creeping around upstairs looking gonna make this hot or the fuck?

No, no, no, no, no, they're not because this is this is a mystery romance, is it?

The next one is he should be creeping around up the stairs.

Should creeping around?

Sure, be here in this basement playing doctor Pete.

It's hot, creepy hot.

You're not realizing is that he's hot.

Pretty privilege is so hot, like you have to apply.

If this the trash man, she would have clubbed him to death with her flashlight.

She would have clubbed him to death.

Here's the thing.

I don't think it was her flashlight.

I think it was she would have down there, look at him.

She went down there in her sneakers, in the pitch, nothing else.

She would have clubbed him to death with his flashlight.

Yeah, this, this, this is insane.

Lifted the light.

It's frank.

I'm sick.

I'm sick.

She beats him to death of the brick for sure.

Sure if he's a little ghol guy, if he's ugly, if he even isn't hot, if he's just a dude, she picks up a brick and fucking bye.

Yeah, you know what, that's what I'm why you know this is a hot sexy romance is look at that tiny, tiny little picture on the front.

They by way, they commissioned this.

This this painting of the characters in the tunnel Ways with a spooky guy.

I don't think that's a painting.

I think it's like a weird photograph filter.

Oh no, no, this isn't nineties.

This is the nineties.

That's that's definitely painted.

He should be creeping around upstairs looking for this is your heroine or your hero for the heroine, crooking for the proof he needed to clear himself of murder, not taking talking to the lovely Catarina on a tour of the vaults.

Dizziness subsided.

I forced a dispassionate smile.

It's nothing, he lied, pushing himself to the wall a dizzy spell.

I'm fine, are you?

You're definitely not her hands like, dude, you shit yourself, you fucking ship by.

God, you shit bro, and he sighed a little inside.

Catching her fingers in his he brought them slowly up to his lips.

No, he agreed, his dark eyes on hers.

But I will be you just met I can't.

And pushing open a thick door ahead of them, he motioned her into his makeshift.

Oh yeah, and she went in.

Yeah, and she goes in hot alright.

Meanwhile, bad Bets.

We cut to bad Beat and she's like, yick, so she's she's mid.

I think I love I love Baba.

She's hammered all the time that we've.

Knocked, sust and mean.

Dude, that bad Bat is a fucking Character's a star.

She's a star.

Baby.

Yeah.

Yeah, you remember how everyone's like, no, Katerina shaid no fuck bad Bat Stan.

She's mean and drunk.

She's the best.

Poppa.

Yeah, we're really gonna listen to rawl the sick, dying and obsessed par Parisian mole.

Person who's like Katerina should be Mignon, fuck.

You for life, always bat foe life.

So she's med curling her lip in disgust.

But yeah, we smashed got to her.

She's literally in the middle of what.

Yeah, she studied Ian now as they walked.

Ian Renshaw, London born, manager of the Puppet Theater.

He was a tall, stiff looking man with brown hair like mud sucking the manager, boring features and a drab dresser as well.

This was not a person to excite the passion of a woman.

However, to work with him and his small band of thieves these past eleven months had proved most profitable.

Okay, so is the manager shady then?

Yeah, and she's like in on some scheme with him as a puppet.

Theater, there are puppet themes.

What are they trying to like steal stuff?

No, no literal literal thieves.

Ian Renshaw, London board manager of the Puppet Theater.

He's a he He ain't a looker.

However, to work with him and his small band of fee if these past eleven months had proved most profitable, that is not a euphemism.

I don't think this o.

There are so many subs.

So she has we have a maybe real ghost.

You have a maybe real ghost, A character with magic sighte.

Yeah, a character with New Orleans creole magic site.

A sick man, a dime sick man in the basement.

Even murder fleeing accusations of murder happened six months ago in the theater.

Yep, yeah, who was apparently in cahoots with.

A master, a band of thieves, who.

Has weaseled his way into the management position of the most renowned puppet Harris that ever existed.

No, there's never been a puppet theater with the kind of traction this place has, and it is run by literal thieves.

This is the This is fucking so amazing.

This is you write a book with madlimb and nothing to lose.

Lose, you know what, jennyd nothing, you know what?

There are there will also be thieves, and you know what, the ghost might be real and you know what.

Yeah, and you know they play puppets their people and they play.

But but they're also popp as everybody.

Yeah.

Whoaa, wo whoa, whoa whoa.

Let's hold up a second and run some ads.

You said we should go for dinare, She pouted, tired of the silence that stretched between them.

How could she be seen by important theater people if they didn't go to where the people gathered.

I'm hungry.

Ian kept his flat brown gaze focused on the carved faces of the facings of the cathedral.

Your stomach doesn't concern me, bed Bet, he said, without emotion.

There are matters we must discuss privately, and this cannot be done over a plate of s cargo.

I hate it good, she retorted angrily.

I had a scargo and grease.

It was so good.

Okay, clarified, butter is so good.

No, everything about it was so good.

I hate it, and I hate this caution we must not take.

She made an impatient gesture.

Ever since Raoul Name murdered Cloudia, he takes Benzi's way.

Why don't the police fan he possible, possibly because they don't know where to look.

Ian's eyes gave nothing away when she looked at her, when he looked at her, But Babet knew a moment of fear and liked that even less than the architect who had murdered her friend.

But there was no reason to fear.

Cloudia had been one of Ian's thieves, so her death had nothing to do with their stealing.

Raoul say had killed him?

What kind of logic is that?

Shut up, shut up, Mabbe says.

Claudia was part of this illegal day of being of thieves, so that couldn't have nothing.

There's no way they could have anything to do with her murder.

That that would not permit herself to think otherwise.

So here's okay, she's telling herself that.

So here's the thing.

She's like, listen, Claudia was in on it.

So if she's in on it, she's she's working with Ian.

Ian wouldn't have any reason to kill her if she's in on it, that's all Ian.

It's really obvious that Ian either killed or conspired to kill.

Her, at least thinks secretly, will not let herself think it because she's scared.

I bet Claudio was gonna like, come forward, this has gone to because of.

Course that's what happened.

Like that, that is is Vel tries to save her, finds her, tries.

To founder standing over her daze with the murder weapon well.

And the or the murder weapon is planted.

Afterwards, scurries into the vault, gets extremely sick from some sort of bacterial In fact.

Claudia had some stuff.

Yeah, oh my god.

So she's literally like yeah, so she's like, I'm not gonna let myself think that Ian might have killed her.

She's being wilfully ignorant.

Oh so then she thinks about Katerina and she's like me, she thinks she's she's all sour grapes about Katerina, even though she has the lead.

But there was her friend.

Kina, not not Cloudy.

Yeah, Cloudy was her friend Katerina.

She fucking hates.

Katerina might come for Mignon.

Cool, tragic Katerina.

She's not seeing bad.

Bet had said to kill your next when this woman appeared.

And yet the owners of the puppet theater, Pierre Fusalad and for that's why Lupierre had thought to cast in the role of Mignon.

To give you arrest.

The elegant Monsieur Lupierre had assured her that Babet had not been born yesterday, a fresh faces as they desire.

She raged at Ian, someone new, at whom they can leah from their private boxes.

Oh that's when Ian has.

This theater is so big that it has private box.

Private boxes, multiple managers, multiple owners, multiple wealthy patrons, multiple vaults all beneath it.

This is a world where puppets are big, fucking shit man.

And it's six undred years old.

So they've been big.

Puppets have been big fucking century.

We're centuries puppets, hey, Amanda, fucking for centuries, puppets have been the number one form of entertainment.

Never change, major cities, it has never changed.

Don't be fucking stupid, Amanda, you fucking animal.

These folks draw lines around the block to the museum every day and.

Then crowds to watch the play every night.

Yes, it's Bono's residency in Paris, Jesus.

No, it's big, Amanda, it's important.

Oh that's right.

So she's like Tits statue.

Oh yeah, you want to look at new Tits.

And then Ian steps in and goes let Katerina be Vigner, he suggested, And in the end they had capitulated, although Bebet had never really understood why why did they give in to their thief for their manager again that free Soon fear passed through her and I looked up with forsaw Man and I had it.

It's like a chill, like an electrical chill.

It's like a yeah, so it's goosebumps.

It's a chill.

It's often about excitement, but this is a free song.

Fear passed through her.

Ignore, ignore it, she thought other things matter here.

It wasn't merely because of the play and that she hated Katerina.

No, she had a stronger reason than that.

His name was Philip Hamble Dick.

Oh, she wants that Hambledon, that rich Hambone Dick.

This was the man that might have won had it not been for Karin at the theatl one months ago.

Beautiful Philip, with his long golden hair, his blue eyes like the sky, his face so handsome and perfect, his parents so very rich.

I love her for mego for life, oh, looked hopefully at her companion.

They'll we do another rob.

It's been many weeks since our last one.

Ian, I am growing quite poor.

Then this will be to your liking, he smiled, but there was no emotion in it.

Who do we robs?

The time?

She demanded?

He pursed his thin lips.

She glanced around.

There was no one but the old woman selling flowers to hear them.

He was too careful suppressing her annoyance.

She lowered her voice and tried again, Please tell me I do not like the suspense.

There will be a backstage party next week for our wealthiest patrons.

The person is in charge, the person in charge, so he has talked about the person in charge a few times during their little chit chat here.

So they are working for somebody that is choosing their targets and then they are doing the actual heisting and lifting.

So they are not self employed.

They work for like a boss, puppeteered.

If you look on the cover, you can see that this disgusting puppet thing, yeah, has like strings and shadows.

So perhaps they will break for you one day.

But why surely you know more?

Why can't I know as well?

Am I not one of your very best people?

Ian's bland eyes met hers.

You get angry too easily.

By bet, that's not true, fucker, she protested in a shrill voice, then immediately clamped her mouth shut.

Yet he's not too I'll kill you, you fuck, I'll kill you.

That is not true, she repeated quietly.

I am most discreet.

She he merely stared at her.

Shit.

Sometimes you say things you should not.

The puppet master finds this rather distressing.

All they let that metaphor fly after two paragraphs.

I'm sorry, Amanda, I hear you clocked it.

That's it was very clever.

But this is not the kind of book that is going to like make you think that hard.

So the ah, I get died and then it just collapses and dies like on our Instagram now so sick.

Uh.

The puppet Master finds it rather distressing.

He wanted me to tell you that he had noticed it and that he is not pleased.

Does he not tell me himself?

We call him the peppet Master Ian, But I am not a puppet.

I do not wish to be tweeted as one.

A smile crossed Ian's tight mouth.

He didn't say a word, but quite suddenly Babett saw the irony of her position.

She was indeed a puppet, a thing to be controlled.

She turned away from the fear taking root in her heart, but she could not easily hide from the truth.

I love this book, yeah so much.

She's a puppet, plays a puppet.

It is a puppet, and is a puppet.

All right.

So Katerina is looking around and it's like medieval she says, it's positively futile.

It looks like a monk cell and then he's talking.

She's in sick rowls, creepy.

Creepy bole, and she's like, oh, it looks a feudile Well, yeah, six hundred years old and they don't renovate down here, so they're down in like the catacombs or whatever underneath.

She took stock of the surroundings army cot, canvas chair, rumpled sleeping bag, battery powered tape deck, bottle of.

Jergons, huge bottle of Jurgens, bunge of tissues, used tissues, a basket bin overflowing with more tissues.

Tissues all over the floor.

There were even lights rigged up, naked bulbs swinging on cords from the ceiling.

Very cereal, killy here, I'm behind.

The red flag, red flag, red flag.

Yeah, Katerina moved closer.

Puppets, She exclaimed, Wait, you skip's only important.

No, I decided to sammaryell puppets.

So there's like niches in the wall that are housing pop beads.

They look ancient and yet they've still got their stings.

So there are these marionettes with porcelain heads stuck in the wall.

Can you imagine a more elish?

Can you imagine a more grulish sights.

She's in awe, she's delighted.

She's like, ah, they're wonderful, and I'm like, ah, fuckery, pleas in front of your pres old feelings of magic and make belief stirred inside her.

She heard Luther's gentle voice.

I wonder what made Mignon choose to go live in the hushness of go live in the harshness of the real world.

She said aloud.

Oh she's a lunatic.

She's fucking you think maybe Raoul is like, oh no.

Oh fuck.

I should not be alone with this woman.

I'm sick.

I'm not strong.

I'm so volderable.

If she wanted to strangle me, she probably could.

Oh, he's like looming behind her.

She can't take her eyes off the puppets.

She touched one transfixed paint still clung to their tiny fingernails and lips, even with the clothing split by the ravages of time and dampness.

The puppet clothes to shans to strip.

Picture a six hundred year old fuck puppet moldering in a corner with his clothes all split open.

No, it's it's moshed into a wall.

It's like a glue of cum gets mad, dangling open and a horrified scream that will never end.

And she's like, WHOA so cool?

They's still have their lipstick.

He's a very old These are very old, she noted, then asked, do you know them?

What?

Sorry, I'm sorry, that's what happens.

You're right, I can't believe.

Do you know them?

This one is Sylvain the wing nymph.

He's guardian of the twins, Vigne and Verona.

Oh, they're the dolls from.

The stories story, but you don't have them them here.

You have Renato, though we call him the yellow haired Prince.

JoJo's here too, He's the jester, Gnome, Renato's he fucks anything, NATO's constant companion.

The other ones you're missing on Mion and Giovanni's alter edo ego.

Nikolai Wait, Giovanni has an alter ego.

I bet that's.

Gonna Nikolai life imitates art.

The dark haired man behind her murmured and vague amusement.

It seems strange statement.

Is there nothing more pertinent?

You want to ask me, Katerina?

Did you murder that lady?

And know you're gonna remember me?

And she's like, uh, where did you find these?

She wants to know more about the puppets?

Are you, Katerina?

Get your shit together?

And then he's like, I'm an architect.

I don't know anything.

He says, I'm an architect.

I have the designs for both the theater and the vaults.

And she's like huh and he's like, isn't there anything else you'd like to know what?

She's like, the word no, all those slipped past her lips.

So cool.

Yeah.

So she's fully like, I don't want to talk about anything but the pubvets, and he's like, you better ask me the thing that you should ask me, and fair though she's in his layer, maybe don't bring it up now, and she's like all right, She's like, fine, fuck, did you do it?

Did you kill Cloudy A Clarcy Clercy?

He's like, to which she goes, he goes no, and she's like all right, well, but I believe you.

But the police are convinced that you did kill her, because like, what do you say when you're in the killer's lair and they're insisting you asked them if he did a murder and they go, I didn't do it and You're like, I believe you, right, that's what you say.

Let me help you clear your name.

But she says, is the police are convinced that I that uh she said, if you didn't kill her, then why are you hiding down here?

Right?

And he says, because the police are convinced that I did kill her?

Why here?

Paris is a very large city you could go when you want to get away.

From the scene of the crime.

Maybe this was convenient, he said, no, not even the police would think to look for me in the old vaults.

Okay, they should, They fucking should have.

No who who wouldn't who could resist?

Who could resist?

Not lurking in the vault for the murder suspect, the vaults that everyone knows about, and that he had the most famous puppet theater in the world, and they talk about the vaults during every tour, which apparently runs from dawntal Dots three times an hour.

Yeah, unbelievable.

So he's like, yeah, I could.

Basically this was convenient, and if they came down here, they'd just get lost because it's a maze and basically only I know, And I.

Put traps and headless somewhere.

I put little guillotines out everywhere to scare people away.

So then she asked about the fingerprint knife, and he's like, yeah, it was my knife.

Yeah, but I didn't do it.

But if I had wanted to murder her, I could have found a lesson criminating weapon.

And I don't know what the fuck that's a post.

That's a really strong argument, super strong.

Yeah, it was my gun.

But if I have, if I was a murderer, would shoot her.

That's so stupid, all.

Right, whatever, don't the police police find this knife business a bit convenient, she asked, I do not know why she's so suspicious of his knife with the fingerprints all over it.

A measure of weariness crept into his response, No, Cherry, they don't.

I would have just keep reading the words that are on.

The page, stopping.

I bought to skip things because there's so much more I want to talk about.

Uh, No, Cherry, they don't.

They think that I was caught in the act, that I would have taken the knife with me if I'd managed to elude them.

Okay, this does not make sense, because so he thought.

That leaving the knife behind would further keep them from searching in the theater, because wouldn't he take the knife with him?

Yeah, So they think that he like got caught in the act of stabbing knife, maybe roped the knife.

And they're like, Oh, if he hadn't been startled, he would have taken the knife with him.

That's just and they're like and essentially they're like, it's convenient for us to just have this.

Yeah, you did it, We're done.

You did it, We're done, yep.

Which is very classic cop.

But he's essentially like, uh, I'm not going to stay down here forever.

I will prove my innocence.

Oh, and she's like, once I'm done coming in every single one of these.

Presents that I found in the.

Hole and I found in the wall holes that I also comed in.

And she's like, how do you expect to do that from down here?

Yep?

Do you know who did it?

I know something, Sherry, Nothing I will tell, so please don't ask me.

What I do know isn't enough.

With a single easy movement, he left the wall and the shadows, and it was all Katerina could do not to gasp handsome, sexy, hypnotic sick, sick, dying, weeping from sores, the words raced through her mind and threw her body.

She stared at him.

His eyes roamed over her face and rolled back into his head because he was so ill.

Uh So he lifts her cheek up and he or he lifts her her chin up to look at him, and he he straightens the hairs in her braid.

Hell, yeah, very handsy with her sea bell bell bell, see bel, he murmured, then smiled just a little.

You think I should want to stay here, don't you?

Here where Giovanni hid himself away.

Maybe you even think I killed Cloudia, but I promised you I did not.

We went out for dinner twice and one other time.

I didn't even fuck her.

We did argue before, did figure her one time in the back of a cab, but it was over an unimportant matter.

If you had known Cloudia, you would also have known that for her this is nothing new.

She liked to argue, and I was in a bad mood from these positions.

It would require very little effort for us to disagree.

Now you know my side of the story.

I didn't kill her, but I can't prove it, And so I lived down here in the dark and a dang until one day when I can find that proof.

Holy shit, all right, so Catherine is like the a lot of things I should ask him, but he's so hot and I touched my face.

Yeah, so I'm just gonna not.

And also his puppets are so cool.

She loves those puppets.

Why did you let me find you, she asked, softly, knowing that music or not, she wouldn't have gotten this far if he hadn't wanted her to.

True.

That smile that curved the corners of his mouth was ironic because I'm human, because I do things without considering the consequences.

Because with Claudia dead, I have no one to fuck, and.

These puppets are all used the heat coming.

I've really stretched out all these.

These puppet holes and I've drank all the puppet water because yeah, he's like, because I fucking because because I do stupid shiite, I lured you down here.

That was very dumb.

The heat coming from his mouth was incredible.

What it was cool in the vault and for one rash moment, Katerine doesn't.

Say that.

The heat coming from him, Oh, yeah, you're right, it was incredible.

It was cool in the faults and for one rash moment, Katerina wanted to press her chilled body against his, to feel the warmth and hardness of his mouth, of his muscles, of his muscles, maybe feel his mouth on hers.

Hell yeah, bitch.

But then she's like, okay, that's sucking nuts.

Oh wait, he might still.

Sick.

I can, so, she asked him, will you let me leave here?

He's like, oh no, I wouldn't hold you against you, will I think you know that muffs already, But I don't understand.

I could tell them about you.

Yes you could, but I don't think you will.

With a faint, regretful smile, he took her hand in his.

It's getting late, Catty Katie Caddy.

I will walk you back to the stairs.

I believe you, she said.

I won't tell them anything.

I know you won't, so so again, that's somewhat sad smile, but this time she felt rather than felt, rather than saw it, as his mouth brushed lightly over hers.

I know you won't, he said, and he vanished without a sound into the darkness.

He his girlfriend died six months ago, and he's been living here.

Does he have a shower down here?

No wonder he's so fucking sick.

He fucking is living in it.

Brushed his teeth and sick tunnel.

Ugh.

So Katherine is like trying to put put herself together afterwards, and she's like with the theater company again.

Well, yeah, she's got to go on stage in like forty five minutes.

Oh fuck, they were just kidding, like dink, oh fuck god, museum shift all right, because it's a weird rotating thing.

Yeah.

So babt Uh is fucking pissed off at the poor people bourgeois path These people not peasants.

Bad Bets stopped from the stage in temper.

Why did they?

What did I know of symbolism?

Oh this is after a show, Okay, okay, so sorry, we've jumped ahead to.

The show and she's like she's still reeling.

And then bad Bet is fucking pissed.

What does they know?

Seen williasm?

They APPLICI ain't not seeing go away from me.

She's sniddled in the same breath at one of the young pages, who, in the tradition of eighteenth century French theater, drew the red velvet curtains across the stage, lifting her head.

Badbat appeal to Ian Renshaw and ever present figure in the Wings, I cannot go back out, Zabby Fuzzies.

You must not make me so I love her so.

Also, the theater is successful enough that it has pages.

Yeah, probably unpaid theater hands.

But apparently the audience is like not keen on her performance.

And now she's having a tantrum about it.

But it's been her every night for years.

It sounds like months at least.

It's ridiculous.

This is none of it makes sense.

And then we get this great, very cinematic scene where Ian the villainous, the villainous, filthy stage manager, yeah, slash thief slash professional thief, is smoking a cigarette backstage and as he's blowing it, we get some great imagery of it, like the lights pat and magenta lights like passing through it and the smoke coiling around Katerina and like like he's serial beauty.

Yeah, and he's like investigating her.

He's like kind of interrogating her.

Okay, so that's very cool.

She's He's like, he's like, are you enjoying your work here?

I presume no problems to report.

It's very satisfying, she said, And bebet you get along with her tact was one thing, but lying no, did you expect I would.

I have no expectations, Katerina, A thin stream of smoke spiraled into deep mauv spotlight.

I merely hope that Bebet would make new friends.

She needs a confidant, want someone whom she can come to, whom she can complain a replacement for the late Cloudia Clarcy.

Oh, Claudia cars for kids Claudia.

Oh, you've learned.

About Cloudia then, And so he starts interrogating him, Well.

Everyone knows about Cloudia.

Yeah, it's a fucking murder.

Where that was a couple months ago.

Yeah, that obviously it was perpetrated by a puppet.

And so he eventually he's like you, like, do you disagree with who everybody.

They think did it?

Yeah?

And he's like, it isn't a question of disagreement, and he's very suspicious of her too.

Suddenly it's really weird.

Wait she asked him that or no, no, he has her.

So she's like she kind of seems like she doesn't agree that it is actually that guy, that it is actually the architect.

And he's like, oh, you disagree with the police's like assessment, and she's like, oh no, no, it isn't a matter of disagreement.

Ian, it just seems to me that the evidence and the evidence against the man is awfully convenient a public argument being found over the body, his fingerprints on the knife.

Yat we called being caught redhanded.

Yeah, she almost said his knife, but caught herself in time that Bet hadn't mentioned that detail.

What I'm saying is that maybe the police shouldn't be so single minded in their search.

I see, Yes, women aren't supposed to s and you drew all these conclusions from the information be Beet gave you.

Now she lied, yes, No, say that Laurie.

You and Laurie were also talking about it.

M She's caught flat footed and she says yes.

So now Ian can ask what Babbet told her and then maybe find that she's lying.

And I don't know why he's so suspicious of her, except maybe he's hiding something and he's really really nervous.

What if he's l Okay.

If I were you, Katerina, I wouldn't listen to anything Babet might say.

She talks a great deal, but she's not the most reliable source.

Raoul Sene did murder at Claudia soon though the police will find him, and he'll be sent to prison, which is no less than he deserves.

And then Philip Hambleton bounds down the stairs like a fucking golden retriever, fucking himbo energy Hambleton.

Hamblet turns out is a hot Tamul bunks himbo I love it good crowd tonight, wouldn't you say?

He unrolled the sleeve of his white silk shirt.

Even in the full stage makeup, he had a spec He was a spectacular looking man, flawless to the last detail.

One China blue eye winked at Katerina, what do you say dinner tonight?

Since you missed at shay Masel.

Katerina stood to nod, then hesitated.

In her mind, she saw a male figure.

His hair wasn't the color of sponge gold.

She touched her finger to her lips, thinking about where his lips had touched on.

She cheated on philm Philip's arm and circled her waist.

Auberge Day Day deos scenes Jesus Auberge death Dau's.

De deu scene de dou scene.

He whispered the name of her favorite restaurant in her hair.

Picture at Love Will Dine in the age of the medieval ancestors talk of music and muses and anything else you wish, and then our cake and Champagne will gaze at the Notre Dame and wonder about the ghosts that haunt the secrecy.

He pulled her with a gentle insistence against his taut body, Say you'll come.

So he is like gay, He's gay as hell, and he's like a little He's like a little blue blooded, fat little Lord.

Faunt Leroy, very like Golden Retrieve.

Never had a fucking real problem in his whole life.

Yeah, Super just talked to a hot murderer.

Who's hiding in the super sewers beneath a puppet the.

Poop shoot under the puppet theater.

Living on nothing but puppet me.

Oh thank god, I found the one chamber that's the puppet toileting wet.

Oh god.

Yeah.

So so he's making her pussy dry up, I think, is what I.

It's giving.

Chris and I was thinking the exact same thing.

We just watched the episode where Satan is dating Saddam Hussein and Crazy Love Triangle say there's a love try.

One of them isn't hot and doesn't make him make him horny and the other one's Saddam Hussein's evil.

To make an evil pretty and bad, and maybe for tonight, Katerina needed to be lost in those feelings of the dark spooky man.

Oh.

So She's like, no, I'm not going to come to dinner.

But she's like, well, but I am hungry.

Oh fuck.

So many questions haunted her, a thousand nebulous thoughts.

And it was midday.

What they've done two plays and done work?

So no mid May?

Oh fuck?

I was like, there's literally no way, id.

Sorry, I woke up from her nap.

The French are weird.

They have dinner in the morning and do two plays and then have second dinner.

Okay, No, it was mid May, the month she'd married Davide.

She tried very hard at the same year to forget that tragic mistake.

Oh like her husband, she never quite could.

Katerina squeezed her eyes closed.

Yes, she craved a diversion, the enchanting kind that only Philippe could supply.

Besides, she enjoyed his company.

He was like a big, dumb hot dog with lots of money.

Yeah, Ian was watching her, she realized suddenly, without really appearing to he waited for her decision.

Philip Hambleton had a great deal of money to toss around.

The more he chose to throw in the direction of the puppet theater the better.

Ian and the owners liked it.

Mercenary manipulators, and they called Philip a performance puppeteer.

Katerina.

Philip pressed again, completely in genius, completely ingenious, What in genuus?

Ingenuous?

Completely sorry, it's it's it's uh yeah, mind so I'm having I'm not good at reading.

I can't read upside down either.

Can you read upside down?

No?

I can't read upside down?

For shit?

Some people can really well anyway, Philip pressed again, completely ingenuous, shaking her dark thoughts away.

Katerina smiled and nodded.

Of course, she said, ignoring the satisfaction in Ian's expression and the oddest feeling that someone very close by was not pleased with her decision.

You, she could feeling, sweating looking up at her from a crack in the flower.

And He's like, don't go with Humbleton.

He's a cock.

He's a cock.

I'll cock him.

I have a theory about phil Okay, tell me Philip Hambleton.

Yeah, a hot puppeteer, Blonde princess boy.

I think he's either gonna be the next mark for the thieves or we're gonna find out that he's the puppeteer.

He's the puppeteer, and.

He doesn't have a lot of his parents' oh wealth, so he's been his own wealth.

It's a show he's been cut off perhaps, or perhaps the aristocratic family is in trouble.

Or perhaps the aristocratic family isn't even real.

It's just a story of the nineteen nineties.

The way this feels so genre insane, yeah, like yeah, that we're pouncing.

It's confusing.

It feels like I love it.

It's in the like Victorian or even older like old yeah, tiny.

But then he's in jeansens.

And sneakers and there's a tape deck playing.

It's just so weird.

Yeah, I love it, and I feel like it's perfect, like it is so cringe, but also I think it.

Is totally in.

It's like authentic cringe.

Yeah, it's it's fun.

Yeah, it's it's completely ingenious, ingenuous, ingenuous, it's completely ingenuous.

It's completely like uh honest and full throated.

Well, we're already almost halfway through.

And wait, I love that you think that that's halfway through?

Almost halfway, don't We're.

About always almost always?

What time will It'll be twelve episodes?

We're in two episodes that honey, all right, Puppet book, it's time for Amanda to go to sleep.

Next time I will take on chapters five and six, and we'll see what happens with Raoul, Philip Ian bab Bett, Giovanni Ribisi, Katerina.

Dead, Claudia Dead, Claudia, Philip K.

Hambleton, Philip Hambone, Laura Laura, the.

Fuck Puppets and the Puppets, and Giva and famous character actor.

Giovan the ghost of very much alive Giovanni Revis.

Who could resist the ghost of Giovanni Revis would have?

I had like ten at the time of this book's printing.

No, if that's true, he's older than us.

No, he's older than us, but like this was published in nineteen ninety two, when he was born in like seventy four.

I suppose, so I got I guys, he is.

Yeah, he's fucking about sixteen, Yeah, sixteen year old g ghost.

This is great.

I'm having a wonderful time.

I love this book.

This is the best day of my life.

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