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Coffee 01-26-2004 05:48 PM

Travis, following her every word, nodded mutely. Damned if he was going to indulge in several large vats of over-greased popcorn with the communal living group. Instead he decided to eat the vinyl off of the armrests. The damn straightjacket hindered his gyrations but he was just able to flip over to complete the other side before they pulled him off, flopping around like a fish in a boat. Hm. Tasted a bit like chicken.

As he was shoved out the door, Travis began to ponder whether he was going to get shocks this time or just meds... not that he much cared given his history with the banging girl. After he lacerated his arm squeezing between the drinks into the cooler she spoke to him in a soft voice and said "Travis, your baby needs you." "Wha? Huh? Who the..?" was his half-stammered, half-spat response to the news of his impending parental obligations. Travis was now sweating profusely, a stain on the floor. Blood seeped from his palms as he sang "Glory, Glory Halleuha." Travis paused, then asked "Are you sure this is my baby? ... because I'm in a bit of a rush right now". He didn't even see it coming. The baby suddenly levetated into the air before him and began to sneer at Tavis. "What do you think your doing little baby Harry Potter". "Get back into the abyss."

Travis began to black out, and in that blackness he found a dream. He dreamt he was a cross-dressing lumberjack. This disturbed Travis because

Hyakujo's Fox 01-26-2004 08:34 PM

Travis, following her every word, nodded mutely. Damned if he was going to indulge in several large vats of over-greased popcorn with the communal living group. Instead he decided to eat the vinyl off of the armrests. The damn straightjacket hindered his gyrations but he was just able to flip over to complete the other side before they pulled him off, flopping around like a fish in a boat. Hm. Tasted a bit like chicken.

As he was shoved out the door, Travis began to ponder whether he was going to get shocks this time or just meds... not that he much cared given his history with the banging girl. After he lacerated his arm squeezing between the drinks into the cooler she spoke to him in a soft voice and said "Travis, your baby needs you." "Wha? Huh? Who the..?" was his half-stammered, half-spat response to the news of his impending parental obligations. Travis was now sweating profusely, a stain on the floor. Blood seeped from his palms as he sang "Glory, Glory Halleuha." Travis paused, then asked "Are you sure this is my baby? ... because I'm in a bit of a rush right now". He didn't even see it coming. The baby suddenly levetated into the air before him and began to sneer at Tavis. "What do you think your doing little baby Harry Potter". "Get back into the abyss."

Travis began to black out, and in that blackness he found a dream. He dreamt he was a cross-dressing lumberjack. This disturbed Travis because he always wanted to be... a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree as

Klynne 01-26-2004 09:22 PM

Travis, following her every word, nodded mutely. Damned if he was going to indulge in several large vats of over-greased popcorn with the communal living group. Instead he decided to eat the vinyl off of the armrests. The damn straightjacket hindered his gyrations but he was just able to flip over to complete the other side before they pulled him off, flopping around like a fish in a boat. Hm. Tasted a bit like chicken.

As he was shoved out the door, Travis began to ponder whether he was going to get shocks this time or just meds... not that he much cared given his history with the banging girl. After he lacerated his arm squeezing between the drinks into the cooler she spoke to him in a soft voice and said "Travis, your baby needs you." "Wha? Huh? Who the..?" was his half-stammered, half-spat response to the news of his impending parental obligations. Travis was now sweating profusely, a stain on the floor. Blood seeped from his palms as he sang "Glory, Glory Halleuha." Travis paused, then asked "Are you sure this is my baby? ... because I'm in a bit of a rush right now". He didn't even see it coming. The baby suddenly levetated into the air before him and began to sneer at Tavis. "What do you think your doing little baby Harry Potter". "Get back into the abyss."

Travis began to black out, and in that blackness he found a dream. He dreamt he was a cross-dressing lumberjack. This disturbed Travis because he always wanted to be... a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree as agile as an elephant, Travis felt free.

Suddenly, Travis felt a

funkytuba 01-29-2004 03:53 AM

Travis, following her every word, nodded mutely. Damned if he was going to indulge in several large vats of over-greased popcorn with the communal living group. Instead he decided to eat the vinyl off of the armrests. The damn straightjacket hindered his gyrations but he was just able to flip over to complete the other side before they pulled him off, flopping around like a fish in a boat. Hm. Tasted a bit like chicken.

As he was shoved out the door, Travis began to ponder whether he was going to get shocks this time or just meds... not that he much cared given his history with the banging girl. After he lacerated his arm squeezing between the drinks into the cooler she spoke to him in a soft voice and said "Travis, your baby needs you." "Wha? Huh? Who the..?" was his half-stammered, half-spat response to the news of his impending parental obligations. Travis was now sweating profusely, a stain on the floor. Blood seeped from his palms as he sang "Glory, Glory Halleuha." Travis paused, then asked "Are you sure this is my baby? ... because I'm in a bit of a rush right now". He didn't even see it coming. The baby suddenly levetated into the air before him and began to sneer at Tavis. "What do you think your doing little baby Harry Potter". "Get back into the abyss."

Travis began to black out, and in that blackness he found a dream. He dreamt he was a cross-dressing lumberjack. This disturbed Travis because he always wanted to be... a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree as agile as an elephant, Travis felt free.

Suddenly, Travis felt a massive labor cramp. Squatting over the midwife, he realized he was giving birth to

daverbee 01-29-2004 06:12 PM

Travis, following her every word, nodded mutely. Damned if he was going to indulge in several large vats of over-greased popcorn with the communal living group. Instead he decided to eat the vinyl off of the armrests. The damn straightjacket hindered his gyrations but he was just able to flip over to complete the other side before they pulled him off, flopping around like a fish in a boat. Hm. Tasted a bit like chicken.

As he was shoved out the door, Travis began to ponder whether he was going to get shocks this time or just meds... not that he much cared given his history with the banging girl. After he lacerated his arm squeezing between the drinks into the cooler she spoke to him in a soft voice and said "Travis, your baby needs you." "Wha? Huh? Who the..?" was his half-stammered, half-spat response to the news of his impending parental obligations. Travis was now sweating profusely, a stain on the floor. Blood seeped from his palms as he sang "Glory, Glory Halleuha." Travis paused, then asked "Are you sure this is my baby? ... because I'm in a bit of a rush right now". He didn't even see it coming. The baby suddenly levetated into the air before him and began to sneer at Tavis. "What do you think your doing little baby Harry Potter". "Get back into the abyss."

Travis began to black out, and in that blackness he found a dream. He dreamt he was a cross-dressing lumberjack. This disturbed Travis because he always wanted to be... a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree as agile as an elephant, Travis felt free.

Suddenly, Travis felt a massive labor cramp. Squatting over the midwife, he realized he was giving birth to himself! This seemed odd since the only way that could happen was if

Aphrodite 01-29-2004 08:35 PM

Travis, following her every word, nodded mutely. Damned if he was going to indulge in several large vats of over-greased popcorn with the communal living group. Instead he decided to eat the vinyl off of the armrests. The damn straightjacket hindered his gyrations but he was just able to flip over to complete the other side before they pulled him off, flopping around like a fish in a boat. Hm. Tasted a bit like chicken.

As he was shoved out the door, Travis began to ponder whether he was going to get shocks this time or just meds... not that he much cared given his history with the banging girl. After he lacerated his arm squeezing between the drinks into the cooler she spoke to him in a soft voice and said "Travis, your baby needs you." "Wha? Huh? Who the..?" was his half-stammered, half-spat response to the news of his impending parental obligations. Travis was now sweating profusely, a stain on the floor. Blood seeped from his palms as he sang "Glory, Glory Halleuha." Travis paused, then asked "Are you sure this is my baby? ... because I'm in a bit of a rush right now". He didn't even see it coming. The baby suddenly levetated into the air before him and began to sneer at Tavis. "What do you think your doing little baby Harry Potter". "Get back into the abyss."

Travis began to black out, and in that blackness he found a dream. He dreamt he was a cross-dressing lumberjack. This disturbed Travis because he always wanted to be... a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree as agile as an elephant, Travis felt free.

Suddenly, Travis felt a massive labor cramp. Squatting over the midwife, he realized he was giving birth to himself! This seemed odd since the only way that could happen was if he was his own mother. Wiping perspiration from his

funkytuba 01-29-2004 10:24 PM

Travis, following her every word, nodded mutely. Damned if he was going to indulge in several large vats of over-greased popcorn with the communal living group. Instead he decided to eat the vinyl off of the armrests. The damn straightjacket hindered his gyrations but he was just able to flip over to complete the other side before they pulled him off, flopping around like a fish in a boat. Hm. Tasted a bit like chicken.

As he was shoved out the door, Travis began to ponder whether he was going to get shocks this time or just meds... not that he much cared given his history with the banging girl. After he lacerated his arm squeezing between the drinks into the cooler she spoke to him in a soft voice and said "Travis, your baby needs you." "Wha? Huh? Who the..?" was his half-stammered, half-spat response to the news of his impending parental obligations. Travis was now sweating profusely, a stain on the floor. Blood seeped from his palms as he sang "Glory, Glory Halleuha." Travis paused, then asked "Are you sure this is my baby? ... because I'm in a bit of a rush right now". He didn't even see it coming. The baby suddenly levetated into the air before him and began to sneer at Tavis. "What do you think your doing little baby Harry Potter". "Get back into the abyss."

Travis began to black out, and in that blackness he found a dream. He dreamt he was a cross-dressing lumberjack. This disturbed Travis because he always wanted to be... a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree as agile as an elephant, Travis felt free.

Suddenly, Travis felt a massive labor cramp. Squatting over the midwife, he realized he was giving birth to himself! This seemed odd since the only way that could happen was if he was his own mother. Wiping perspiration from his mom's brow, he coached and was coached. The midwife

Klynne 01-29-2004 10:54 PM

Travis, following her every word, nodded mutely. Damned if he was going to indulge in several large vats of over-greased popcorn with the communal living group. Instead he decided to eat the vinyl off of the armrests. The damn straightjacket hindered his gyrations but he was just able to flip over to complete the other side before they pulled him off, flopping around like a fish in a boat. Hm. Tasted a bit like chicken.

As he was shoved out the door, Travis began to ponder whether he was going to get shocks this time or just meds... not that he much cared given his history with the banging girl. After he lacerated his arm squeezing between the drinks into the cooler she spoke to him in a soft voice and said "Travis, your baby needs you." "Wha? Huh? Who the..?" was his half-stammered, half-spat response to the news of his impending parental obligations. Travis was now sweating profusely, a stain on the floor. Blood seeped from his palms as he sang "Glory, Glory Halleuha." Travis paused, then asked "Are you sure this is my baby? ... because I'm in a bit of a rush right now". He didn't even see it coming. The baby suddenly levetated into the air before him and began to sneer at Tavis. "What do you think your doing little baby Harry Potter". "Get back into the abyss."

Travis began to black out, and in that blackness he found a dream. He dreamt he was a cross-dressing lumberjack. This disturbed Travis because he always wanted to be... a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree as agile as an elephant, Travis felt free.

Suddenly, Travis felt a massive labor cramp. Squatting over the midwife, he realized he was giving birth to himself! This seemed odd since the only way that could happen was if he was his own mother. Wiping perspiration from his mom's brow, he coached and was coached. The midwife wiped his brow. "How is this

Hyakujo's Fox 01-29-2004 11:25 PM

Travis, following her every word, nodded mutely. Damned if he was going to indulge in several large vats of over-greased popcorn with the communal living group. Instead he decided to eat the vinyl off of the armrests. The damn straightjacket hindered his gyrations but he was just able to flip over to complete the other side before they pulled him off, flopping around like a fish in a boat. Hm. Tasted a bit like chicken.

As he was shoved out the door, Travis began to ponder whether he was going to get shocks this time or just meds... not that he much cared given his history with the banging girl. After he lacerated his arm squeezing between the drinks into the cooler she spoke to him in a soft voice and said "Travis, your baby needs you." "Wha? Huh? Who the..?" was his half-stammered, half-spat response to the news of his impending parental obligations. Travis was now sweating profusely, a stain on the floor. Blood seeped from his palms as he sang "Glory, Glory Halleuha." Travis paused, then asked "Are you sure this is my baby? ... because I'm in a bit of a rush right now". He didn't even see it coming. The baby suddenly levetated into the air before him and began to sneer at Tavis. "What do you think your doing little baby Harry Potter". "Get back into the abyss."

Travis began to black out, and in that blackness he found a dream. He dreamt he was a cross-dressing lumberjack. This disturbed Travis because he always wanted to be... a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree as agile as an elephant, Travis felt free.

Suddenly, Travis felt a massive labor cramp. Squatting over the midwife, he realized he was giving birth to himself! This seemed odd since the only way that could happen was if he was his own mother. Wiping perspiration from his mom's brow, he coached and was coached. The midwife wiped his brow. "How is this baby going to earn a living?" she asked, "Lumberjacking?". Travis gave one last almighty push and

Coffee 01-30-2004 06:48 AM

Travis, following her every word, nodded mutely. Damned if he was going to indulge in several large vats of over-greased popcorn with the communal living group. Instead he decided to eat the vinyl off of the armrests. The damn straightjacket hindered his gyrations but he was just able to flip over to complete the other side before they pulled him off, flopping around like a fish in a boat. Hm. Tasted a bit like chicken.

As he was shoved out the door, Travis began to ponder whether he was going to get shocks this time or just meds... not that he much cared given his history with the banging girl. After he lacerated his arm squeezing between the drinks into the cooler she spoke to him in a soft voice and said "Travis, your baby needs you." "Wha? Huh? Who the..?" was his half-stammered, half-spat response to the news of his impending parental obligations. Travis was now sweating profusely, a stain on the floor. Blood seeped from his palms as he sang "Glory, Glory Halleuha." Travis paused, then asked "Are you sure this is my baby? ... because I'm in a bit of a rush right now". He didn't even see it coming. The baby suddenly levetated into the air before him and began to sneer at Tavis. "What do you think your doing little baby Harry Potter". "Get back into the abyss."

Travis began to black out, and in that blackness he found a dream. He dreamt he was a cross-dressing lumberjack. This disturbed Travis because he always wanted to be... a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree as agile as an elephant, Travis felt free.

Suddenly, Travis felt a massive labor cramp. Squatting over the midwife, he realized he was giving birth to himself! This seemed odd since the only way that could happen was if he was his own mother. Wiping perspiration from his mom's brow, he coached and was coached. The midwife wiped his brow. "How is this baby going to earn a living?" she asked, "Lumberjacking?". Travis gave one last almighty push and out popped an enormous acorn. The midwife and Travis both

daverbee 01-30-2004 01:22 PM

Travis, following her every word, nodded mutely. Damned if he was going to indulge in several large vats of over-greased popcorn with the communal living group. Instead he decided to eat the vinyl off of the armrests. The damn straightjacket hindered his gyrations but he was just able to flip over to complete the other side before they pulled him off, flopping around like a fish in a boat. Hm. Tasted a bit like chicken.

As he was shoved out the door, Travis began to ponder whether he was going to get shocks this time or just meds... not that he much cared given his history with the banging girl. After he lacerated his arm squeezing between the drinks into the cooler she spoke to him in a soft voice and said "Travis, your baby needs you." "Wha? Huh? Who the..?" was his half-stammered, half-spat response to the news of his impending parental obligations. Travis was now sweating profusely, a stain on the floor. Blood seeped from his palms as he sang "Glory, Glory Halleuha." Travis paused, then asked "Are you sure this is my baby? ... because I'm in a bit of a rush right now". He didn't even see it coming. The baby suddenly levetated into the air before him and began to sneer at Tavis. "What do you think your doing little baby Harry Potter". "Get back into the abyss."

Travis began to black out, and in that blackness he found a dream. He dreamt he was a cross-dressing lumberjack. This disturbed Travis because he always wanted to be... a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree as agile as an elephant, Travis felt free.

Suddenly, Travis felt a massive labor cramp. Squatting over the midwife, he realized he was giving birth to himself! This seemed odd since the only way that could happen was if he was his own mother. Wiping perspiration from his mom's brow, he coached and was coached. The midwife wiped his brow. "How is this baby going to earn a living?" she asked, "Lumberjacking?". Travis gave one last almighty push and out popped an enormous acorn. The midwife and Travis both burst into a chorus of Hank Williams' "Act Naturally". That song seemed most appropriate since

Hyakujo's Fox 01-31-2004 11:26 PM

Travis, following her every word, nodded mutely. Damned if he was going to indulge in several large vats of over-greased popcorn with the communal living group. Instead he decided to eat the vinyl off of the armrests. The damn straightjacket hindered his gyrations but he was just able to flip over to complete the other side before they pulled him off, flopping around like a fish in a boat. Hm. Tasted a bit like chicken.

As he was shoved out the door, Travis began to ponder whether he was going to get shocks this time or just meds... not that he much cared given his history with the banging girl. After he lacerated his arm squeezing between the drinks into the cooler she spoke to him in a soft voice and said "Travis, your baby needs you." "Wha? Huh? Who the..?" was his half-stammered, half-spat response to the news of his impending parental obligations. Travis was now sweating profusely, a stain on the floor. Blood seeped from his palms as he sang "Glory, Glory Halleuha." Travis paused, then asked "Are you sure this is my baby? ... because I'm in a bit of a rush right now". He didn't even see it coming. The baby suddenly levetated into the air before him and began to sneer at Tavis. "What do you think your doing little baby Harry Potter". "Get back into the abyss."

Travis began to black out, and in that blackness he found a dream. He dreamt he was a cross-dressing lumberjack. This disturbed Travis because he always wanted to be... a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree as agile as an elephant, Travis felt free.

Suddenly, Travis felt a massive labor cramp. Squatting over the midwife, he realized he was giving birth to himself! This seemed odd since the only way that could happen was if he was his own mother. Wiping perspiration from his mom's brow, he coached and was coached. The midwife wiped his brow. "How is this baby going to earn a living?" she asked, "Lumberjacking?". Travis gave one last almighty push and out popped an enormous acorn. The midwife and Travis both burst into a chorus of Hank Williams' "Act Naturally". That song seemed most appropriate since the acorn bore a remarkable resemblence to Hank. "Stop, wasting time Travis! This acorn has to be planted

straymonk 02-02-2004 06:43 AM

Travis, following her every word, nodded mutely. Damned if he was going to indulge in several large vats of over-greased popcorn with the communal living group. Instead he decided to eat the vinyl off of the armrests. The damn straightjacket hindered his gyrations but he was just able to flip over to complete the other side before they pulled him off, flopping around like a fish in a boat. Hm. Tasted a bit like chicken.

As he was shoved out the door, Travis began to ponder whether he was going to get shocks this time or just meds... not that he much cared given his history with the banging girl. After he lacerated his arm squeezing between the drinks into the cooler she spoke to him in a soft voice and said "Travis, your baby needs you." "Wha? Huh? Who the..?" was his half-stammered, half-spat response to the news of his impending parental obligations. Travis was now sweating profusely, a stain on the floor. Blood seeped from his palms as he sang "Glory, Glory Halleuha." Travis paused, then asked "Are you sure this is my baby? ... because I'm in a bit of a rush right now". He didn't even see it coming. The baby suddenly levetated into the air before him and began to sneer at Tavis. "What do you think your doing little baby Harry Potter". "Get back into the abyss."

Travis began to black out, and in that blackness he found a dream. He dreamt he was a cross-dressing lumberjack. This disturbed Travis because he always wanted to be... a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree as agile as an elephant, Travis felt free.

Suddenly, Travis felt a massive labor cramp. Squatting over the midwife, he realized he was giving birth to himself! This seemed odd since the only way that could happen was if he was his own mother. Wiping perspiration from his mom's brow, he coached and was coached. The midwife wiped his brow. "How is this baby going to earn a living?" she asked, "Lumberjacking?". Travis gave one last almighty push and out popped an enormous acorn. The midwife and Travis both burst into a chorus of Hank Williams' "Act Naturally". That song seemed most appropriate since the acorn bore a remarkable resemblence to Hank. "Stop, wasting time Travis! This acorn has to be planted in the secret garden of your beloved," said the midwife.

The midwife then wrapped the infant acorn in a soft blue baby blanket and

daverbee 02-02-2004 05:45 PM

Travis, following her every word, nodded mutely. Damned if he was going to indulge in several large vats of over-greased popcorn with the communal living group. Instead he decided to eat the vinyl off of the armrests. The damn straightjacket hindered his gyrations but he was just able to flip over to complete the other side before they pulled him off, flopping around like a fish in a boat. Hm. Tasted a bit like chicken.

As he was shoved out the door, Travis began to ponder whether he was going to get shocks this time or just meds... not that he much cared given his history with the banging girl. After he lacerated his arm squeezing between the drinks into the cooler she spoke to him in a soft voice and said "Travis, your baby needs you." "Wha? Huh? Who the..?" was his half-stammered, half-spat response to the news of his impending parental obligations. Travis was now sweating profusely, a stain on the floor. Blood seeped from his palms as he sang "Glory, Glory Halleuha." Travis paused, then asked "Are you sure this is my baby? ... because I'm in a bit of a rush right now". He didn't even see it coming. The baby suddenly levetated into the air before him and began to sneer at Tavis. "What do you think your doing little baby Harry Potter". "Get back into the abyss."

Travis began to black out, and in that blackness he found a dream. He dreamt he was a cross-dressing lumberjack. This disturbed Travis because he always wanted to be... a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree as agile as an elephant, Travis felt free.

Suddenly, Travis felt a massive labor cramp. Squatting over the midwife, he realized he was giving birth to himself! This seemed odd since the only way that could happen was if he was his own mother. Wiping perspiration from his mom's brow, he coached and was coached. The midwife wiped his brow. "How is this baby going to earn a living?" she asked, "Lumberjacking?". Travis gave one last almighty push and out popped an enormous acorn. The midwife and Travis both burst into a chorus of Hank Williams' "Act Naturally". That song seemed most appropriate since the acorn bore a remarkable resemblence to Hank. "Stop, wasting time Travis! This acorn has to be planted in the secret garden of your beloved," said the midwife.

The midwife then wrapped the infant acorn in a soft blue baby blanket and gently passed it to Travis. Taking the acorn from the midwife, Travis

Hyakujo's Fox 02-02-2004 09:33 PM

Travis, following her every word, nodded mutely. Damned if he was going to indulge in several large vats of over-greased popcorn with the communal living group. Instead he decided to eat the vinyl off of the armrests. The damn straightjacket hindered his gyrations but he was just able to flip over to complete the other side before they pulled him off, flopping around like a fish in a boat. Hm. Tasted a bit like chicken.

As he was shoved out the door, Travis began to ponder whether he was going to get shocks this time or just meds... not that he much cared given his history with the banging girl. After he lacerated his arm squeezing between the drinks into the cooler she spoke to him in a soft voice and said "Travis, your baby needs you." "Wha? Huh? Who the..?" was his half-stammered, half-spat response to the news of his impending parental obligations. Travis was now sweating profusely, a stain on the floor. Blood seeped from his palms as he sang "Glory, Glory Halleuha." Travis paused, then asked "Are you sure this is my baby? ... because I'm in a bit of a rush right now". He didn't even see it coming. The baby suddenly levetated into the air before him and began to sneer at Tavis. "What do you think your doing little baby Harry Potter". "Get back into the abyss."

Travis began to black out, and in that blackness he found a dream. He dreamt he was a cross-dressing lumberjack. This disturbed Travis because he always wanted to be... a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree as agile as an elephant, Travis felt free.

Suddenly, Travis felt a massive labor cramp. Squatting over the midwife, he realized he was giving birth to himself! This seemed odd since the only way that could happen was if he was his own mother. Wiping perspiration from his mom's brow, he coached and was coached. The midwife wiped his brow. "How is this baby going to earn a living?" she asked, "Lumberjacking?". Travis gave one last almighty push and out popped an enormous acorn. The midwife and Travis both burst into a chorus of Hank Williams' "Act Naturally". That song seemed most appropriate since the acorn bore a remarkable resemblence to Hank. "Stop, wasting time Travis! This acorn has to be planted in the secret garden of your beloved," said the midwife.

The midwife then wrapped the infant acorn in a soft blue baby blanket and gently passed it to Travis. Taking the acorn from the midwife, Travis was surprised to find it weighed nothing at all, and had to held tightly or would begin to float away. But now Travis couldn't seem to find


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