It was a dark, stormy day when I heard the news. I stepped into Jef's car, looked into his eyes, and I knew something was wrong. As we began to drive away, the look on Jef's face grew even grimmer. As he spoke, his voice was dark, filled with anxiety, as if he had just learned he was dying. "Chris," he said, "There's something we need to tell
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