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fda fdk'fds afs ' frgekgfew bgvfegirkfjngd | James looked at his chat screen. "God fammit." | fda fdk'fds afs ' frgekgfew bgvfegirkfjngd | The soft touch of Aianei's fingers tickled his chest. "What's wrong, dingle-dong?" she asked in sweet sing-song. James tried again to type, but he got the same jumbled mess. "Muffin," he said, "could you find a window I can chuck this junk through?