From: shinkai@mlode.com (Susan Shinkai)
Date: Tue, 1 Dec 1998 23:07:35 -0800
Subject: New Story:Triangle Tag (1/1)

Title: TRIANGLE TAG
Author: Shinkai
E-mail Address: shinkai@mlode.com
Rating: PG (Language)
Classification: SR
Spoilers: Triangle
Keywords: Scully/Mulder, Skinner/Scully
Summary: Every triangle has three sides. Scully/Mulder/ Skinner.
Past/Present/Future  The Skinner of the future, tries to save the
Mulder of the present, with the help of Scully of the past.

Intro:  As soon as the episode aired, "Triangle" set fan-fic writers
into a frenzy.  Well, here's my bit. Pardon the historic vagueness and
inaccuracies.  I don't want to spend 30 pages explaining how Skinner
ends up where he does.  The around the world race is relatively
accurate, however.  BTW, "triangle tag" is a game of tag I use to get
people close together and start their heart pumping. Tag...you're it!

Disclaimer: The characters and situations depicted in this story are
not the legal property of the author or her agents. This use is not
intended to be an infringement on the rights of the legal owners. Use
and distribution of this story is for not-for-profit entertainment
purposes only.
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TRIANGLE TAG

      Walter Skinner secured the rigging on the sails as the daylight
faded on the horizon. <Another great day at sea! > he thought to
himself as he did his routine evening radio check.  "Check Point Tango
Alpha, this is the Semper Fi. Do you copy?"

     "We copy Semper Fi. Welcome home, Skinner!" replied the radio
operator jubilantly.

     Skinner smiled to himself.  "Puerto Rico ain't home, boys, but it
beats the hell out of open ocean."

     "I would have thought you loved the open ocean.  Why else would
you have entered this around-the-world-alone sailboat race?" chatted
the operator.

    "What can I say? Life got a little too quiet after I left the
Bureau." Skinner's thoughts drifted back to those days as an assistant
director and to the many strange events he became entangled in.  But
that was eight years ago. Now he was just a citizen, albeit no
ordinary citizen.

      Skinner was one of 30 contestants in a solo yacht race that
circumnavigated the world. He had been at sea nearly nine months and
was headed home on the last leg of the perilous journey.  Although he
had no chance of winning, running number 13 in the pack, just
completing the trip was an accomplishment. Twelve boats never made it
this far and it was clear sailing from here.  Well, almost clear.

    "There's a fog bank hanging out just north of your position."
warned the radio man at the check point "You'll hit some dead water
but it should pick up and start moving by day break."

    Skinner looked over his charts and nodded. "No problem. You've got
a mark on my position and I'll light 'er up so you can find me if I
start drifting.  Have a shot of rum for me and see you at the finish
line. Semper Fi out."

     Skinner finished his daily chores and cranked up the lights.  He
sat on deck and watched as the fog surrounded and engulfed the boat.
He turned on his tape recorder to make his daily entry in his journal.
After recording this position and heading, he began the more
subjective narration - words he spoke to a machine because there was
no else to listen.

     "Fog's heavy all right. The glow from the lights make it look
kinda eerie, a little spooky." He chuckled to himself quietly. "Spooky
Mulder.  Now there's someone I haven't thought about in a while. He
and Scully were still trying to save the world when I left the FBI.
I've got to give them credit for all they did.  In fact, I share no
small amount of pride having been a part of it.  But to tell you the
truth, I have to admit at times I was a little jealous of Mulder. Not
when I was kicking his butt, of course, but when I saw how far he'd go
for what he believed in.  Nothing deterred him once he made up his
mind. In a way, he's almost a role model for me during this voyage.
Then there was Scully." Skinner sighed heavily as he paused to check
the conditions outside. With the recorder in his pocket he continued.

     "What man in his right mind wouldn't envy having Agent Scully as
a partner. Let's forget for a minute what an attractive woman she was.
She was a damn fine agent in her own right but her devotion
was...extreme. I still can't believe the things she went through for
him. I still can't believe what she got ME to do for Mulder. Yeah, I
liked Mulder all right but I remember being prepared to do
anything...risk my job, my career, my life... just to do her a favor.
There was that time, she was so happy she kissed me, right on the
lips.  It's a good thing I've got a good woman like Sharon waiting for
me at home port or I'd be thinking about that kiss all night long..."

     Just then the boat rocked violently. Skinner shut off the
recorder and looked off the port bow. The water churned in the wake of
a large craft. Nothing had appeared on his instruments but he could
make out the vague lines of a dark ship approaching. He thought his
eyes were playing tricks on him when he realized it looked like a
submarine surfacing.  Old habits die hard and his gut instinct said
this was trouble, so he ducked back into the cabin to grab his
handgun. Before he could secure his weapon, the lurching boat threw
him hard into the bulkhead and he passed out on the floor...

    When Skinner awoke, he was laying in a bunk in a small room
enclosed by plate metal walls.  It really was a submarine, he
realized.  He was alone, still dressed in the same clothes but on the
bunk above him, neatly folded, was what appeared to be a Nazi
officer's uniform.  He squared his jaw and narrowed his eye. <What the
hell kind of trick is this? I'm not in the FBI anymore. > he thought.
He expected the hatch to be locked but it opened and an uniformed
guard snapped to attention.

    The guard was dressed in another uniform of the Third Reich and he
spoke sharply, "The Captain will see you when you are ready, Sir."
Skinner wasn't too surprised that he spoke in German.  Luckily,
Skinner had traveled extensively after his retirement and in the
course of his travel, he learned several languages including German.
Skinner just nodded and went back into the room, closing the door
behind him.

    This had to be some weird joke the guys from the harbor crew were
playing on him. Yet the whole affair seemed strangely familiar. < What
the hell. I may as well play along. I wasn't making good time anyway.
> Skinner donned the uniform and looked himself over. The fit was
perfect but the image was disturbing. He felt a darkness within him
stir and uneasy memories of cold hearted deceptions surfaced. < No, I
made amends. I did what was right in the end. I shouldn't feel guilty
just because I'm dressed like the bad guys. > Shaking off the eerie
feeling, Skinner stepped out and 'ordered' the guard to take him to
the Captain.

     The Captain shook his hands like they were old friends.
"Congratulations. Excellent work.  We intercepted the ship and our
troops are seizing control as we speak.  We will rendezvous with them
in 30 minutes and you can join them.  You have earned the honor of
being there when we secure our victory."

     Skinner remained quiet and just nodded.  The Captain continued to
babble on and it became clear to Skinner that this was a World War II
re-enactment. Only this captain wasn't acting. He truly believed he
was a U-boat Captain in the Atlantic in 1939.  According to the
Captain, Skinner was a spy in the German army, working alone on the
surface from a small yacht, monitoring traffic from England. After his
last report, his ship went missing and they had just rescued him. Now
he was to rejoin his command as they commandeered a British passenger
liner carrying a secret weapon.

    Skinner accepted the Captain's hospitality, all the while
wondering what the hell was going on.  It all seemed familiar but he
couldn't remember if he read the story in a history book or if it was
the plot from an old war movie. The one thing he had learned in the
Marines and in the FBI that had saved his neck many times, is never
commit yourself until you're sure of your position. So he waited and
30 minutes later he discovered just what his position was - ass deep
in shit and standing on his head.  The ship they rendezvoused with was
the Queen Anne, the ghost ship Mulder had gone looking for ten years
ago.   Any doubt in his mind vanished when he was meet by his
'commander', the Cigarette Smoking Man.

    Skinner remained passive and followed orders as he tried to recall
Mulder's strange account of his dream trip to 1939.  < If that was a
dream, I'm having the same damn dream but from my perspective. >
Skinner concluded that if this was a dream, nothing he did mattered.
But if it wasn't a dream, if he really was in the same reality that
swallowed Mulder, anything he did could change history. What Skinner
remembered from Mulder's story was that he saved his life, twice, at
the last second. That meant for Skinner to repeat those moments, he
had to be in exactly the right place at the right time. <Shit, I knew
there was a reason I never wanted to work on the X-Files, even if I
did get to hang around Scully. >

      Given his recent accident and his role outside of the regular
troops, he was given only supervisor duties.  His first order of
business on his personal agenda was to find Mulder and stop him from
being executed as a spy.  The passengers on the ship we're just barely
aware of the German presence on board, thinking it was some kind of
routine patrol of neutral waters. He walked through the ball room as
the guests danced in ignorant bliss. They had no idea war had been
declared but they regarded his uniform with disdain.  Skinner caught a
glimpse of 'Scully', a fiery red-head arguing with a waiter who bumped
into her 'date'. Skinner smiled knowing that according to Mulder's
story, she was an OSS operative protecting the man she was with.  <
Some things never change. Scully is devoted to duty in any reality. >

     Suddenly 'Scully' turned to him and snarled, "What are you
smiling at, Buster? I'll give you a 'Hiel' right in the eye if you
don't shove off." Skinner played his role and stared hard at her,
squaring his jaw like he had the many times Scully challenged him in
the past.  Well, in his past.  She glared back ready to back her
threat when he broke off and went looking for Mulder again. "Dirty
Kraut."  she grumbled as he left.

    Skinner went to question the Queen Anne's crew, knowing that they
were the ones who recovered Mulder and took his wallet.  Trying to
stay in character, he barked at them in English with a heavy German
accent.  As they swore and spat at him, he gathered his strength and
courage then forced himself to slap them back and ordered the guards
to subdue them. "Who is he? Who is this man? He is not a passenger or
crew? Why should you die to protect him?" Skinner threatened in his
deepest growl.

    Finally one of the men yelled out, "He's a bloody American! He
ain't one of us. What ever he's done, we're not responsible."

    Some other crew members berate the man for talking.  "Shut your
trap! Don't be telling those dirty Gerrys nothing."

    Skinner silenced the man by pistol whipping him in the back of the
head. He hit the floor with a dull thud and remained motionless. The
others dropped back, as one handed Skinner the wallet they had taken
from Mulder. Skinner nodded approvingly and ordered the guards to keep
them quiet. He gave the man down a swift kick for make his point then
left.

     As Skinner walked alone through the halls, he took deep breaths
trying to regain control of himself. < What came over me back there? I
could have killed that guy? Is it this uniform? Can this really my
place in history? Nothing but a fall guy and a bully. > He had to
concentrate. He was there to save Mulder and Scully's life. Nothing
else mattered. These people meant nothing and he couldn't stop to
worry about them.  He hurried to the bridge and wondered to himself if
that's how a Nazi thought.

     Skinner made it to the bridge just in time. He could hear
Mulder's voice, as he had heard him many times before, wanting an
answer when he should have been pleading for his life.  Skinner
avoided eye contact knowing that any sign of recognition would put
both their lives in jeopardy.   He felt Mulder's hot stare burn into
him as he convinced 'the CSM' to hold off the execution until they
knew why an American was interfering.  Mulder yelled at Skinner for
help as they took him away. The 'CSM' eyed Skinner suspiciously.

     "He appears to know you." the 'CSM' said darkly.

     "He is an American therefore he is an idiot." Skinner replied.
The others laughed but the 'CSM' just puffed and stared at Skinner.

    "You have worked alone near American shipping lanes. It would not
be impossible for an America to recognize you?" the 'CSM' remarked
calmly.

   "But none would be foolish enough to think I would befriend them."
Skinner replied defiantly.

    The 'CSM' finally turned away. "Do not underestimate the
Americans. Their foolishness makes them bold. We must be patient and
they will hang themselves." He left the bridge in a flurry of German
salutes.

    < Don't underestimate me, you ass hole. > Skinner thought as he
clenched his teeth together to keep the words from coming out.  He let
out a long sigh once he was away from the others.  Now he was sure he
wasn't a Nazi at heart. There was an odd sense of nostalgia in helping
Mulder while pretending to be against him. Too bad Mulder wasn't in
any position to enjoy the irony.

    Skinner returned to the catwalks leading to engine room as the
guards took the crew and Mulder to the make shift brig.  Mulder was
mouthing off about the future in his usual brash manner as the guard
occasionally smacked him to keep him moving along.  Skinner shook his
head. < In any time, in any language, Mulder has a unique talent for
honking people off where ever he goes. >   Getting back to the job at
hand, Skinner tried to remember the next part of the story.

    < Mulder's big mouth reveals the presence of 'Thorn's Hammer' then
they take him to the ballroom and try to force him to rat out the
scientist. That's when Scully intervenes. >
Skinner paused to think about Scully.  Dressed the way she was on that
dance floor, Scully was what they would refer to in the vernacular as
'a knock out'. This 'Scully' was no less brave or determined than the
Agent Scully that dedicated her life to justice. But this 'Scully'
didn't have her 'Mulder'...yet. Skinner's mind began to wander to the
realm of extreme possibilities.

    What if he was able to get Mulder off the ship before they took
him to the ballroom? Mulder could return to his own time line just as
he did ten years before Skinner was caught in this mess.  But this
time, Skinner would save 'Thorn's Hammer' and convince 'Scully' to
turn the ship around. Skinner had a chance to finally make Scully HIS
partner. The thought staggered him. To be with Scully, without Mulder
in her memory, opened possibilities he never dreamed of before.  But
what would happen afterwards? Would he return to his own time or would
he remain on the ghost ship? Would Scully's spirit be trapped with him
in a timeless void apart from the rest of the world? And what about
Sharon? Even if everything returned to normal, could he ever face her
knowing that he had taken advantage of an opportunity to live out a
forbidden fantasy?

     There was only one truth. Mulder's truth. A fact Skinner had to
face many times while they worked together. 'Scully' would remain
Scully, bound to Mulder as she always had been, reluctantly believing
in the extreme possibilities he forged. And Skinner would be there, as
always, to open the doors and save their asses. But first, according
to Mulder's story, he had to make sure the engines shut down to allow
Mulder and Scully to escape.

     As soon as Skinner heard the guards taking Mulder to the ball
room, he headed to engine room to see how thing were going. It didn't
look good. The Jamaicans workers jeered at the British crewmen and
neither seemed inclined to work together to retake the ship. He
decided to move things along by 'interrogating' the prisoners The
guards were hesitant to let Skinner in since he wasn't directly in the
chain of command, but he was a ranking officer and the 'CSM' was busy
topside. One armed guard accompanied him.

    With the guard, Skinner couldn't out right divulge his plan.
Instead he paraded through the engine room declaring the superiority
of the German race, threatening all members of the crew.  Nothing like
a common enemy to make new alliances. That's how he became a champion
for the X-Files. Oddly enough, it was the same enemy - "CSM".  Skinner
had them to the point of rioting but they were still arguing among
themselves.  Finally he told the guard to give them an example of
German mastery.  The guard stared at him perplexed until Skinner told
him to challenge the AD Kersh look-alike to a wrestling match.  The
guard protested but Skinner ordered him to fight or risk disgracing
his people.

     Skinner took the guard's weapon and stood near the door in case
he had to make a quick get away.  As the match started, the others
gathered around cheering on 'Kersh'. 'Anyone who fights my enemy is my
ally.'  When it was clear 'Kersh' was winning and the whole crowd
spoke as one, Skinner called a halt.  The crowd booed and hissed as
the guard started to get up. Skinner pointed the weapon at the guard
and said in a perfect America accent, "Get back down, you goose
stepping goon, before I blast your damn head off." The mob fell
silent. Skinner growled at the group, "What the hell are you waiting
for? They've got the guns but together you out number them five to
one. Shut off the bloody engines and storm the bridge and ballroom."

     "Kersh' ran to the controls and said, "He's right. We take the
ship back together!" Skinner called the guards and the mob overpowered
them quickly and made their way to the ballroom.  Skinner let the mob
pass him then wondered what to do next. According to Mulder, Scully
followed him out of the ballroom to the outside deck, where he jumped
overboard after telling her what to do.  So Skinner would wait and try
to follow them, taking out anyone who got in their way. Suddenly the
lights dimmed and the roar of the engines died. < It's the moment of
truth. Now or never, literally. > Skinner thought as he hid just
outside the ballroom and the biggest brawl he'd ever seen erupted.
Nazis were going down left and right under the wave of crew, workers,
and passengers. Skinner finally caught sight of 'Scully' in her red
dress crawling across the floor with Mulder. He followed behind them
carefully trying not to be spotted.

     As he turned a corner of the endless corridors, Skinner lost his
charges. "Damn it! Why the hell does he have to be such a damn good
sneak?"  Just then he heard a German solider ordered someone to halt
and put their hands behind their head. "See Mulder, you're not so hot
after all." Skinner remarked to himself.  Coming from the blindside,
he shot the solider preparing to shoot Mulder and Scully.  The
surprised pair turned to see Skinner standing over the body. <Mulder
does know it's really me. And he never will. >  With a heavy German
accent Skinner declared, "God Bless America! Now get your asses out of
here."

     They ran away, together, just like always.  Skinner continued to
follow them covertly.  When they ran out to the deck he remained
inside and watched from an adjacent window.  They spoke briefly then
suddenly Mulder grabbed 'Scully' and kissed her passionately.  Skinner
caught his breath as they pulled apart. Then just as suddenly,
'Scully' hauled off and slugged Mulder with a hard right cross.
Skinner winced with a sympathetic groan. Mulder definitely felt it but
just smiled then ran to the railing and jumped overboard.

     'Scully' threw a life preserver into the water for Mulder and
watched for a few moments before heading back inside.  Skinner took a
deep breath. He was on his own now. Mulder's story was over and
whatever happened now was his problem.  'Scully' stopped in front of
him, frozen in place.

    "You! What do you want?" she questioned suspiciously.

    Retaining his accent, Skinner said, "The American, he said to turn
the ship around?"

    "Yeah, what's it to you?" she challenged.

    "Do you believe him?" Skinner asked, unsure if it was the right
question.

    'Scully' pursed her lips and sighed at the same time. "I want to
believe. I just wish I had some proof."

    Skinner wasn't one bit surprised by her answer. So for the first
time in his life, he had to defend Mulder to Scully.  "That man. The
one they called Mulder. He kissed you?"

    She looked down then tried to avoid the question. "Look, I have to
make sure someone else is safe..."

     Skinner shook his head.  "The crew will protect the scientist."
She looked shocked that he knew so much about her mission. "About
Mulder and that kiss... what did you feel?"

    "Look, wise guy, what business do you have butting into me life?"
she replied defensively, trying to get passed him.

   Skinner blocked her path and dropping the accent, proclaimed "It my
future too. And my past."

    'Scully' gasped, "Oh my God! There's two of you."

     Skinner nodded. "Actually, there's three of us, including you.
But I can't give you any proof beyond what you feel for Mulder."

       'Scully' wrinkled her forehead and studied Skinner's face.
"What about how you feel about me?" Skinner just sighed and shrugged,
unsure of what to say. She looked him over again and nodded slowly.
"OK now I get it. It's him and me. With you watching over us, our
guardian angel. That's why I feel this way." Skinner nodded silently.
"I should trust him because... I've always trusted him.  And I should
trust because you've spent a life time waiting for me to believe in
you."

     Skinner tried to hide a smile. "Not exactly a life time, but a
lot of long nights."

      Her face transformed into the kind, gentle expression he'd seen
on Scully's face when she spoke of Mulder, or her sister, or her
father. It was an expression of love and caring from the heart. And
this time, it was for him.  She gently reached up to him and kissed
him on the lips, softly but with confidence and resolve. After what
seemed like an eternity, she pulled away as Skinner stood there even
more stunned than when she kissed him in the elevator after helping
her find Mulder's location in the Devil's Triangle.  Then she took his
hand and said, "Let's go make history...again."

      With Skinner's help, 'Scully' convinced the crew to turn the
ship around.  Skinner wasn't sure how to get back to his time but he
knew he had to go before the ship slipped out of time again.  He told
'Scully' there was a German U-boat he needed to find so she arranged
with the crew to get him a life boat and provisions.  As he prepared
to leave, he stood on the deck with 'Scully' and told her what he
wanted to tell her for years.

      Skinner cleared his throat and said in a gruff unsure voice, "I
love you."

      'Scully' smiled shyly at him and said, "You only love me here
and now. Outside of time and space. Away from your world. But that's
OK. Leave your love with me. I'll take care of it. You can trust
me..."

    "...Walter. My name's Walter." Skinner smiled roughly and nodded
then stepped in to the boat. "Thank you. I need to go home to the
woman I love in my world, and there's no room for extra baggage." As
they lowered away there was a commotion on the lower deck. One of the
German prisoners had broken free.  Skinner shifted in the boat trying
to see what was happening. Just then the 'CSM' burst on the deck and
opened fire at Skinner shouting in German.  Skinner felt a white hot
pain shoot through his head and he saw several men take down 'CSM'.
Suddenly his boat hit the water and he lost consciousness...

     A familiar soft voice welcomed him back to the world of the
living. "Mr. Skinner? Are you all right? Can you hear me?"

    "Agent Scully?" he groaned as he tried to open his eyes without
the bright sunlight stabbing into his brain. He was in the cabin of
his boat, on his bunk and an old friend kneeled beside him.

     "It's just Dana Scully, Sir." she replied softly.  "Or Dr. Scully
if you prefer.  And as a doctor, I should tell you..."

     "...You're getting too damn old to be dragging your ass all
around the world in a leaky boat." Mulder interrupted.

     "Mulder!" Skinner struggled to sit up. "What the hell are you two
doing on my boat?"

     Mulder grinned. "We're pleased to see you too, Sir." he replied
sarcastically. "We haven't seen you in what? Five, six years and this
is how you greet us?"

    "Welcome aboard the Semper Fi." Skinner growled. "Now what the
hell are you doing on her?"

    Scully leaned back and explained, "We've been following your
progress in the race and we were going to surprise you at Charleston
when you landed.  But when we heard reports of your vessel vanishing
in...uh..."

     "...In the Bermuda Triangle, we thought we'd better help look for
you." Mulder finished.

     Skinner checked the ship's clock. "I'm only a few hours over due
on my radio check. How'd you know to come looking?"

      Scully rolled her eyes and Mulder grunted, "Uh...that's
confidential information, Sir."

    "Bullshit, Mulder." Skinner remarked. "You're not in the FBI
anymore. Aren't you a teacher or something?"

     "University professor. People actually pay to take notes on the
things I say." Mulder joked. "And Scully's the county coroner. Quite
the couple, aren't we?"

     Skinner finally smiled. "Yeah, you are. You always have been. So
what happened to me?"

     Scully sighed heavily as Mulder grinned. "We're not quite sure."
Scully started. "Something large generated waves that swapped your
craft and you were knocked unconscious. We haven't have time to
analysis what might have caused it."

    Skinner shook his head. "No. No more damn X-Files. I don't care if
it was the Loch Ness Monster chasing alien space crafts through
another dimension. I've got a race to finish."

    "That's why we're here." Mulder responded.  "We're manning an
escort vessel to make sure you didn't suffer any serious injuries in
your accident."

     "You're going to follow me all the way to Charleston?"  Skinner
asked.

     "Do you know where you are, Sir?" Scully asked. Skinner shook his
head. "Just north east off the of the Bahamas."

      Skinner's mouth dropped open. He somehow covered a large section
overnight with no one at the helm. It was ...well, spooky.

       A few days later, Skinner and his escort arrived in Charleston,
South Carolina.  The press was there to greet him but more importantly
his wife, Sharon, was there.  As with any race of this nature, anyone
who came back unharmed was a winner and Skinner's triumphant return
was well documented. When reporters asked what happened to him in the
Bermuda Triangle he simply replied, "I just had a little reunion with
some old friends."

     Sharon thanked Mulder and Scully for going after him. "No one
else would have even known where to start. It's like there's a
connection between you three. It's...it's uncanny sometimes."  Her
voice became a little sad, as if she felt left out.

    Skinner quickly hugged her and gave her a passionate kiss.
"That's in the past. One thing about being away from you for nine
months, I know what I'm coming home to. There are a million things to
see and do out there. Mysteries to solve, questions to answer. But
here...with you... this is home."  Then he whispered "That's why she's
called 'Semper Fi' - forever faithful."

      Mulder and Scully took their cue to leave, promising to visit
Skinner again soon when he wasn't in danger. As she left, Scully gave
him one last gentle kiss on the cheek and said "Semper Fi, Sir."

    "Not 'Sir'.  My name's Walter." Skinner whispered back as he
recalled two other kisses from two other Scullys. Without betraying
the love he held in his heart for Sharon, in his own way he still
loved Scully.  He was faithful always to the memory of her devotion,
courage, and faith - their own X-Files Triangle.

END
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Did I 'weasel' out of that one? Skinner gets the best of both worlds
and isn't it about damn time.  And Mulder still loves Scully -cute,
huh? Buried in all this mush is a look into the deeper motivations
behind AD Skinner's actions - repressed sadistic tendencies, jealousy
and envy, a problem with authority, voyeurism, polygamy and so on. But
for the common reader perhaps the more important message is love comes
in many forms and can be shared my more than two - at least three.

Please forward all comments and complaints to shinkai@mlode.com or
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