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Indians harvesting potatoes in Old Town, ca. Item from the collections of the Maine Historical Society and www. Early view of Monument Square in Orono. It is important to remember those involved who are still with us. Out of respect for the friends and family, the name of the victim has been changed.

Between and , DeSalvo murdered eleven women in the Boston, Massachusetts area. Several of his victims were sexually assaulted, and each of them was strangled to death with their own nylon stockings, using a specific type of knot. He became one of the most famous serial killers in our history, and for a moment, his name was in the spotlight in a case stemming out of Bangor.

After growing up in Houlton, Grace moved to Bangor in the s. Although a marriage would take her back home, she would return to Bangor following her divorce in She had hoped to settle closer to her family. She would accomplish that, but unfortunately, it would be at a brutal cost.

Grace first took up work in the Quality Bakery located on Ohio Street. She would hold her position there for quite a few years, but the bakery would fall on hard times, and closed its doors permanently.

So Grace was forced to find work elsewhere, in order to maintain the close connection to her family, which she adored. Since officially opening its doors in , the luxury hotel had been host to several famous politicians, including four different presidents. The establishment was also a go-to stay for many famous entertainers, and even some celebrity sports players. Needless to say, by the time Grace Lynne started working there as a chambermaid in the s, the Bangor House had established itself as a hotel that offered the finer things in life.

The morning of March 18, was no different than any other Maine winter morning. She had no idea that it would be the last time she would ever arrive there. She began her duties cleaning the rooms throughout the giant building. Sometime around noon, she said hello in passing to some fellow employees.

They would be the last people to see Grace Lynne alive. A sweep of the entire building was conducted. On the first floor the crew found nothing. As they frantically searched through the large ballroom on the second floor, there was again no sign of the woman.

But when they entered a guest room on the third floor, they would make a gruesome discovery. There, in the center of the room, was the lifeless body of Grace Lynne. Her clothes had been ripped from her person, and she had been sexually assaulted. Her own stocking had been tied around her neck and used to strangle the poor woman.

There is no mystery as to what hap-. She had been murdered, and it was obvious that it had been in brutal fashion. The question was, who? The investigation team, led by a Mr. Sloane, Detective Captain, immediately began narrowing down suspects.

Guests in the hotel, workers in the area, etc. They were eventually able to pinpoint it down to a handful of people. And after interviewing all of them, they had it down to one man. His continued on page However, without a confession, the police had nothing strong enough for a conviction and that man has now passed away.

The questions are part of a void without answers in this case. Who was the man seen leaving the Bangor House that afternoon? Is it too far a stretch to say that this could have been the work of the same man who would later become the infamous Boston Strangler? Because, besides the knot, every other detail of the Grace Lynne murder scene fit the Boston Strangler M. Today, where the Bangor House once was, stands housing for senior citizens.

But this writer in particular cannot help but wonder if this may be the location of one of the first murders of Albert DeSalvo. Back in , Detective Clifton Sloane said in an interview that he knew who had killed Grace, without a shadow of a doubt, but he did not have enough physical evidence to gain a conviction. Warmth, with a side of delicious. And over 50 craft beers on tap. Congregational church in Hampden, ca. Just one phone call made this difference! Recycled Asphalt, Ledge Products or Gravel.

Culvert Work, Draining and Grading Issues. Cimbollek practiced dribbling, foul shots, and jump shots; the single hoop became two, a rarity in Bangor, and Cimbollek and his friends practiced and honed their skills in his yard.

Church leagues and the Bangor YMCA offered several other basketball-playing venues for Bangor youngsters in the s and s. The next season, when he became the sixth man and a part-time starter on the varsity team, the Rams won the regional and state championships in Class L and finished third in the New England tournament after defeating a Connecticut school in the consolation game.

I was finally as tall as most of the other guys! So then my career took off at Husson. I met my wife Judy there. Tapped as a starter in his freshman. Named captain of the Husson squad, he broke 10 of his own scoring records and led the team to the North East Small College title.

Husson finished as runner-up in the State Small School College league. Cimbollek became the first 1,point scorer in Husson College. After graduating from Husson, Cimbollek attended the University of Maine to earn a certificate to teach physical education. Then Cimbollek stepped into the career field with which most Maine highschool basketball fans would associate him for four decades. He became a coach, initially with the Fort Fairfield Tigers in the team went and then for seven years with the Orono Red Riots.

Cimbollek achieved a record. He stepped away from coaching for the next decade to spend time with daughter Kimberly and son Robby. During his year run, the Bapst teams went and won two state Class C championships and a state Class B championship.

For Cimbollek, coaching always involved teaching more than basketball skills. Bangor High School housed only sophomores, juniors, and seniors during his eight years coaching there. Today, far fewer players, in terms of a. According to Cimbollek, this parental interference can teach children that they need not work hard to succeed.

He officiated basketball games for a long time. That satisfies me the most. The Triangle Tea Room in Ellsworth. It is a breathtaking experience, one seeming to have been created with the camera-bug in mind. Unfortunately, it can be a sobering experience, too. We flew down the Penobscot and over the Blue Hill Peninsula. Our turning point was Eggemoggin Reach. Thinking back on that low level flight now, I identify two violently contrasting images. As you progress down-. They are everywhere, blots in woodland and fields.

Their profusion speaks to how man has despoiled the Maine landscape. You have to be in the air to truly appreciate their ugliness. It is a suspension bridge. Therein lies its beauty. It is a beauty that can be appreciated from the air. At the time of its completion in , the Deer Isle-Sedgwick Bridge was recognized as one of the most beautiful bridges in the world. You need to be airborne to see just how beautiful a structure the bridge still is, though. You need to be airborne to take in the gentle rise of the long center span above Eggemoggin Reach, to appreciate the contrasting greens of towers and cables and blue-green waters below.

Long-Term Residential or Nursing Care. It is a lifeline for the people it serves. While most of downeast Maine is served by roads leading from towns to the westward like Bucksport and Brewer, there once was no way for a vehicle to cross Eggemoggin Reach except by ferry. In fact, the bridge replaced a ferry service, a ferry service that was very much a seasonal affair. This is the bridge famous as Galloping Gertie and best known for its collapse some six months after being put in use in July of It is a fate the bridge connecting Deer Isle and the mainland escaped.

Anyone taking a close look at the Deer Isle-Sedgwick Bridge will see. The entire plate girder deck is obscured with wind deflectors. Also noticeable to even the untrained eye is the fact that the cables are not wrapped, just bundled at the suspender connections. The latter circumstances relates to the cable connection, which uses sleeve nuts to connect each main strand socket to its anchorage rod.

These types of connections, first used on the Thousand Islands Bridge, make small adjustments to the main strands relatively easy. Even before the Deer Isle-Sedgwick Bridge was finished, unexpected wind-induced motion in the relatively lightweight deck indicated the need for greater stability.

This is why diagonal stays running from the main cables to the stiffening girders on both towers were added to stabilize the bridge. Governor Lewis Barrows was present. The bands from Deer Isle and Stonington high schools marched across the bridge. Members of the local Lions Club were in attendance, which was fitting, as the Lions had been a driving force behind the effort to get the bridge constructed.

Prior to the construction of the bridge, the ferry which connected Deer Isle and the mainland had to negotiate the broad reach. This placed it at the mercy of the elements. Eggemoggin Reach is known for its high winds and, in fact, the bridge is sometimes closed because of them today.

Pack ice also accumulates along the shore of the island and the mainland. In addition, the entire reach is prone to icing. These circumstances made it impossible for continued on page The Granite Shop We have more inventory than all fabricators in the state combined N. Our 3, square foot showroom features a large selection of granite and marble tile, counters, desks and sinks.

We also have thousands of slabs in stock so you can pick the exact stone that is right for you. We also have cabinets, benches, tables, vases and sculptures. The extraordinary significance of the Deer Isle-Sedgwick Bridge in the lives of the island residents cannot be overstated. This in part explains why the bridge had been recognized as a national landmark. Deer Isle-Sedgwick Bridge, ca. Item 3 from the collections of the Maine Historical Society and www.

Unterseebooten — German U-boats — had been sinking Allied shipping almost faster than it could be built. Sheltered inside their fortified bunkers, these menacing submersibles were targets of vital importance. And that is how it came to be, in the cold gray light of a misty dawn, that this B was lifting off on its eleventh and final flight. Aboard his plane, year-old SSgt Jerry Walter Dobbins of Stockton Springs, Maine, readied his calibre machine gun, anticipating an enemy onslaught.

As left-waist gunner, Dobbins manned one of the two armaments mounted on either side of the fuselage. One responsibility was to provide covering fire in case of emergency, such as the crewmembers bailing out of a crippled aircraft. Below, too, ranged the infamous German 88s, long guns able to reach great heights to knock the bombers out of the sky. Those U-boat pens would be fiercely defended.

As the targets approached from below, scores of enemy fighters swarmed aloft to intercept the formation. Precision bombing from this height was tricky, with pilots holding their ponderous craft steady in the face of an allout assault to fix their bomb-sights on target.

Check out our historic photography collection for photos of your town, your street, your family, and more. Bombers forced out of formation were easier to drive away or destroy. Sowing confusion by attacking from many different directions, the aim was to make a level approach on any given target nearly impossible. In the swirling melee, bombers often responded by lurching evasively, jettisoning, in some cases, their entire complement of bombs in the hopes of hitting their target even while veering away.

In fact, a plane did dump its ordnance as it frantically tried to flee, inadvertently blowing the tail section clean off the Beats Me!.

Coping at such altitudes required the wearing of oxygen masks, and the suddenly rudderless plane buffeted the men about mercilessly. Roth, attending to injured, had the oxygen tube knocked loose from his apparatus, which put him in danger of.

Dobbins sprang forward with another tube — rather than donning his parachute — a gallantry that cost him his life. Seconds later, and the plane flipped over and nose-dived into the earth.

Seven, including Dobbins, died in the crash; Roth and two others parachuted to safety but, captured, spent the rest of the war in a Stalag internment camp. On June 16, , Roth, now 90 and the only living survivor of that fatal flight, journeyed from Colorado to appear as the guest speaker at the Jerry W. There, he presented the Dobbins family with an award. Representatives from the French town of Pluvigner, near where the Beats Me!

A monument stands today at the crash site commemorating those fallen heroes. Duties include housekeeping, personal care, errands and transportation. The remains pulled from the wreckage were returned and buried together at the National Veterans Cemetery in Rockport, Illinois. Dobbins, the first of eight Stockton Springs residents killed in World War II out of the 70 who enlisted, subsequently had the local American Legion Post named after him.

For his actions that day, Dobbins was posthumously awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross with Valor in A recent Memorial Day parade held by the Jerry W. Dobbins American Legion Post of Stockton Springs and Bucksport American Legion Post 93, which included a Searsport contingent, terminated in Mosman Park with invocations and a ceremony to honor those fallen in defense of their country.

Of that number, Etta Mae Nelson of Pittsfield was one, possibly the only one, who was declared a champion carrier. In March , Assistant Postmaster General Degrew, citing a recent investigation of rural letter carriers, listed Etta in first place on the rural delivery efficiency list.

Motorized deliveries were just being. Etta took to a horse and wagon, and a sleigh in winter, six days a week to complete her mile route in rural Somerset County serving 75 families in Pittsfield, Detroit and Palmyra. Her delivery vehicles were described as a buggy with the top removed, but including a large umbrella in the summer. In the winter months her horse pulled a sleigh with 3-inch runners.

In contrast to many mail carriers today, it was not to be her lifelong career. She was doomed before she started when Postmaster General Henry C. Payne ordered on November 24, , that effective Dec. The policy on single women affected rural and city carriers, and remained in effect, with few exceptions, until November During the Great Depression, a similar policy was brought back.

That policy stood until She told the reporter she took the job for her health and found battling the changing weather conditions a benefit and certainly a daily challenge.

Despite her obvious enjoyment of the job, she disliked being singled out as an exception in an unlikely job for a woman, and was reportedly quite reluctant to be interviewed by the Bangor Daily News. At that point, she apparently was obliged to borrow another carriage before she could complete her rounds. By the time she returned to town, her story had preceded her, and she reportedly was laughing off any inquiries about her accident. Her choice of sensible work clothes could well have spared her serious injury.

Sales and Service L oc Buy W. Her choice of preparedness might explain how she was often able to fulfill her duties when others from the same post office could not. On that occasion, she managed to best her own father by completing her mile route, while he and another carrier completed only a few miles of their respective routes.

Libby of Detroit, presumably a customer on her route, and 21 years older. They would go on to have four children, leaving Etta widowed thirteen years later. Contact her at brendaseekins gmail. Robinson Convenience Stores located in:.

It towered near the railroad trestle in the Junction and could be seen in the distance from any direction, four stories tall and rambling, with classic, stately lines, a mansard roof and a white-painted 2nd floor balcony porch that hung in the air near the street.

From this porch you could look out over the street and down onto Wiggin Stream and the row of small, working-class homes along the opposite bank. High on the ridge beyond these homes stood the lumber mill that gave the Junction its sound — a far-off din of screeching saws, diesel engines and warning beeps that settled. The people who stayed at the old hotel were the blue-collar sportsmen who traveled to northwestern Maine for the woods and the water and the remoteness. Never known for elegance, by the s, the hotel had grown dated and tired.

Few rooms had private baths, fewer still had TVs. None offered air conditioning. But guests appreciated the clean rooms and modest rates with hearty meals and boxed lunches included in the price. And, of course, they loved the barroom. Everybody loved the barroom.

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The 60s and 70s was also a time when laws against public drunkenness were still but mere rumors to residents of this little town in the woods — and because this little town in the woods had only two cops and one cruiser, most residents ignored such rumors.

Indeed, the place could be as rough as its barn board walls. Sometimes it was funny and sometimes it was scary, but even when it was scary, nobody ever. Such is the allure of 25 cent drafts. All the stories are good, and some are truly wonderful. You might hear about an otherwise quiet afternoon when Rollie Warman found himself being thrown out of the bar through the front door only to be thrown back in a minute later — this time through a window.

The man and his friend had spent the morning fishing for trout at a small pond north of Greenville and decided to have a drink at The Long Branch on their way home. They decided to stay, though, when they heard the smacking sound of billiard balls coming from out back.

The men sat down at the bar and waited, and the bartender appeared a moment later, a man in his 60s with a horseshoe of white hair and a pool cue in his hand.

His friend raised a finger and nodded. He placed two ice-filled highball glasses on the bar, then peeled the pop-tops from two cans of Fanta ginger ale and placed those on the bar. Then, the bartender placed a bottle of Canadian Club on the bar. I heard this story many years ago. The man who told it to me chuckled hard at the memory as he slapped my shoulder with the back of his hand. I often went to work with my father in the years before I started school and.

Dad parked the pickup truck out in front and I slid across the seat and he set me down. I heard the sounds of the lumber mill coming down from the hill across the stream and I felt the summer heat radiate up from the asphalt. The door opened with a long creak and I followed him into the barroom. Behind us, the heavy door closed with a rhythmic whoosh and satisfying clank, and then the only sounds were the hum of beer coolers and our footsteps along the plywood floor.

Two small rectangular windows high on the wall on either side of the fireplace cast narrow beams of sunlight diagonally downward.

We walked amid a strange daytime darkness through a maze of tables and. Dad stepped behind the bar and opened the circuit breaker box on the wall, and The Long Branch revealed itself section by section as he snapped the switches one by one. On came the fluorescent light over the air hockey table, then the light over the pool table, the foosball table, the other pool table, then the wall lights on each side of the fireplace, the entryway lights and finally, the bar lights themselves.

He flipped one more switch to turn on the jukebox. Sometimes it flickered to life in silence, but often the jukebox would turn on in mid-song at extremely loud volume, filling the room with the twang of whatever s country record had been playing at closing time the previous night.

Whenever this happened, Dad would walk over and reach behind the jukebox to lower its volume. He liked music, only not so loud and so early. While Dad swept the floor with the push broom, I retrieved my Big Wheel from the dance floor and went for a cruise. Dad moved tables and chairs as he swept, providing me with a brand new obstacle course each time I barreled through the door. I climbed onto a stool and watched him. Exceptional smallmouth bass, lake trout and landlocked salmon fishing in a relaxed setting.

He tossed a cardboard coaster in front of me and set down my drink. He filled the reach-in cooler with fresh bottles of Budweiser and Miller, then. If one appeared low, he jotted it on a piece of paper. He placed red hot dogs and fresh hot dog buns in the steamer, filled the chip rack and wiped down the bar with a wet towel. Hot, soapy water helped erase rings of beer. Finally, Dad poured a splash of Lestoil into the mop bucket and filled it with water.

As he waved the mop back-andforth across the gray painted floor, the strong chemical pine smell filled the room and signaled a brand new day. He poured the dirty water in the gravel parking lot and leaned the wooden handled string mop against the building to dry in the sun.

He came back inside, crossed the still damp floor to the large picture window overlooking the trestle and pulled the metal chain on the neon OPEN sign. I stood next to him as the cash register opened with a loud ca-ching. My father took two quarters from the drawer and dropped them into my waiting hand.

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As unlucky as the date may have seemed, that night seemed to hold nothing out of the ordinary. Just outside of Bucksport, families slept soundly in their homes, and the breeze outside ruffled the leaves that still remained intact, waiting to fall to the ground, signifying the coming winter months. It was as surreal as you can get in our beautiful state. That is, until the early morning hours, when the night sky would be disrupted by the glowing spectre of death.

The Trim house was owned by Robert Trim, who in was around 74 years old. He had a daughter named Melissa Thayer, who had recently. Melissa was young, in her early 30s, and she was able to help with chores around the Trim home. Trim was a Captain Smith along with his wife. The Captain was well respected, and was visiting the Trim house while waiting for his next ship to leave. While there, he would also help around the homestead, doing yard work and hunting small game.

On the morning of October 12, Smith had been hunting rabbits and partridge. When he had returned, he began freshly dying his clothes, as they were covered with animal blood this was a very common practice at the time. On either side of the home were their neighbors, the Harrimans, and on the other side, the Phillips. There are two different accounts as to the events that occurred shortly before nightfall that evening.

The girl said that since Captain Smith was visiting, it would be okay for her to accompany Mrs. Thayer on her walk. By the other account, Melissa was greeted on her way by both Ada and Captain Smith, and the girl decided to walk with Melissa to the post office. When the girls returned from their venture, it was time for Ada to go to bed. So she said her goodbyes and. Melissa Thayer said goodnight as well. It would be the last thing anyone would hear her say.

The time frame is blurry, but sometime either around midnight or 3am, Mrs. Harriman awakened to see an unusual flickering ambiance coming from the Trim home. Upon focusing, she could see that the carriage house and the barn were engulfed in flames. She quickly sprung out of bed and began alerting neighbors. Several members of the community flocked to the scene, and managed to put the flames out, saving what they could of the two buildings.

But when the smoke cleared, that was when the true horror of what had happened became a reality. Inside the carriage house was the badly burned body of Robert Trim.

When they pulled him out, it was clear that the fire had been so intense that both of his arms. On the floor of the barn they found the body of Melissa Thayer. Also burned beyond recognition, a charred skeleton was all that remained of her. People were justifiably both horrified and puzzled. What supposedly happened next was just as baffling. According to one story, Mr.

Trembling, he said that his Uncle had appeared to him in a vision, and told him to go down the road, to a pole that was slumped onto the side of a fence. Reluctantly, the crowd followed the directions, and when they reached the pole, they found the bloody scarf of Melissa Thayer. They also found a rock that had blood on it. Longest Nine-Hole Golf Course in Maine Beautiful, well-maintained course with wide-open layout and characterized by spectacular views of hills and valleys.

If no one had suspected foul play up until this point, they certainly did now. As the investigation played out, all of the clues pointed to Captain Smith. When detectives searched his home, they found that some of the bloodstains on his clothes were indeed human. They also found a hunting knife with human blood on it. It seemed strange, as respected as the man was.

But police believed that the motive was over the inheritance money that Mrs. Thayer would have collected from her late husband, even though she was not in possession of it at the time of the murder.

Nonetheless, Captain Trim was tried and found guilty of the arson murders of Melissa Thayer, Robert Trim, and the 4-year old girl. And although he maintained his innocence, he was given a sentence of life imprisonment. So what really happened on that cold night in October, ? Investigators believe that Smith waited for Melissa, and killed her in a robbery gone bad.

After the sun went down, he went to the Trim home, and murdered Mr. Trim and his granddaughter. He then attempted to cover it up by burning the bodies. That could be what happened. If not, then what? What should be made of the strange vision from the Trim nephew? Other businesses from this area are featured in the color section. Bar Harbor horse show, ca.

Eighty-one pounds lighter than its closest four stroke competitor, its advanced SOMC design boasts the highest power-to-weight ratio in its class. With surprising midrange punch, its great for powering small aluminums and pontoons This was when Etna was known as Crosbytown. Samuel Parker was a trapper. The wolverine had been raiding his traps. Samuel Parker considered himself completely justified in killing what he considered a vicious predator.

The wolverine falls into the classification extirpated. Extirpated is one of those terms like threatened or extinct.

Roughly speaking, extirpated means eliminated with certain qualifications. The wolverine has been elim-. Examples of species that have extirpated from Maine, but that still exist elsewhere, include the gray wolf, woodland caribou, Karner blue butterfly, timber rattlesnake and eastern cougar.

Samuel Parker was probably the third person to settle what would become Etna. The first are said to have been Phineas Friend and Benjamin Friend.

Phineas Friend and Benjamin Friend were brothers. They came to Penobscot County in or The brothers had families. To start with, both fami-. The cabin was built without nails.

There was no glass, just openings cut in the logs to let in light. Family members slept on spruce poles that made up the floor. As soon as the first cabin was build a second was constructed. Samuel Parker and his family joined the Friend families as the third permanent settler of the area in the summer of Phineas Friend and Benjamin Friend were farmers and loggers.

Their chief crop was wheat. Samuel Parker made his living as a trapper and hunter. Keep in mind this was a period when a good quality pelt brought twenty cents. It would seem Samuel Parker was. He was ready to clean out every fur-bearing animal in the vicinity.

Anyone or anything that stood in is way was to be damned. The wolverine is a member of the weasel family, and the largest member. For some, the term predator means indiscriminate killer, which is how Samuel Parker viewed the creature.

Wolverines have a broad head, small eyes and short rounded ears. Wolverines have glossy dark brown fur, a light face mask and a stripe running down both sides of its body. It is powerfully built and has short legs with wide feet for traveling across the snow. They are known for scavenging dead animals like deer or moose but are also very capable of killing their own meal, which is usually confined to the likes of ground squirrels and rabbits.

John Friend tells the story of Samuel Parker quite succinctly. Parker had a reputation as a bear hunter, though one bear got the better of him. He particularly liked marten as there were more of them and they provided his steadiest source of income. His trap line extended for some ten or twelve miles. Traps were baited with muskrat. As this tale goes, Parker was doing well until someone or something began robbing his traps. Whatever it was went so far as to destroy the traps. Then he met the robber face-to-face.

Of course, the robber was a wolverine. When Packer encountered the creature it had three marten in its mouth and seemed intent on acquiring another. He even thought it might be an Indian Devil: A smaller version of the mythical creature, they are still said to be glimpsed on occasion. Come in and browse in the Bryant Stove Works Showroom. That was his reaction, shoot now and investigate later. Once the creature was dead and laid out Parker knew he had killed a wolverine. It seems Samuel Parker was a talker, a story-teller.

From this time on he told stories of the predacious wolverine. If his traps were robbed, it was the fault of a wolverine. If he heard of another trapper having traps robbed, he blamed a wolverine. I lived not far from Etna. I knew someone who trapped there in the s. When his traps were robbed, he blamed a wolverine. Find out more about the FCRA here. Zabasearch Premium Members get more info on Robert Nadeau and it's free if you're logged in.

Too bad I don't have Facebook. No thanks, maybe I'll check it out later. Connecting to Zabasearch Premium Find People in the USA. Narrow your results by: Robert Nadeau Check messages for: Messages sent Wednesday, July 16 Searching for my brother's daughter Catherine Ann Foster.

Believe she was born in california in the 's. I have 2 photos of her. My brother was David R. Nemitz born David R. Her mom was either Wanda or Wilma. Please email me at marciaphil At roadrunner. Messages sent Friday, December 4 9: My name is Terry Nadeau. I am trying to lacate Joyce M Childers.

Mother was Barbara Flowers. Messages sent Sunday, October 21 9: We have been having problems and I have located several women over the years that Robert had affairs with.

I found a letter that you wrote to Robert telling him when you would be home alone and when it would be a good time for Robert to come over and see you. Robert admits he saw you. I don't have any bad feelings towards you now, just curious about the affair.

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