The Rifleman
"Mark's Memories"
You've heard Lucas' story, now hear Mark's Story
written by Michelle Palmer

Stopover Episode 107
Mark’s story

“Mark McCain?” Mr. Griswald called.

I suddenly stood up, stuffing the note in my pocket. Mr. Griswald pointed to the next name on the board. “Would you take this President please?”

I swallowed. “Oh.” I looked around. I hate to admit this, but I didn’t do my history homework last night. I had taken a chance I wouldn’t be called on in class! “Chester A. Arthur.” Mr. Griswald raised his eyebrows and sighed. “I mean President Chester A. Arthur.”

I looked around at the other kids who sat there staring at me. I sighed, knowing the penance I had to pay for not doing my homework. “President Arthur is the current President of the United States. He-“

“Mark, doesn’t your father talk history with you at home?” Mr. Griswald asked suddenly.

“Well, yeah.”

“What about current events?” Mr. Griswald asked. I nodded. “Then does he tell you who’s President? I know we’ve talked about it in class, but many times I feel you find day dreaming much more important then listening to me talk.”

“Yes sir.” I gasped as Mr. Griswald glared at me. “I mean no sir.” I shook my head again. “I mean…I forgot! Grover…um…Crawford is now president.”

“Cleveland, Mr. McCain! Grover Cleveland!” Mr. Griswald tapped his pointer on his desk impatiently.

I looked around at the other kids. “Well…” I looked down at my paper, mustering up the courage. “Well, I think President Arthur should have been reelected for another term! He was a darn good President!”

The kids laughed. Mr. Griswald glared around the room. Silence suddenly returned. “That, Mr. McCain, is a matter of opinion.” Mr. Griswald rolled his eyes and turned to put his pointer down. “Please stay in after school.”

I sat down and turned to look at Billy. The note I had stuffed in my pocket was an invitation from Billy to come see his new litter of piglets they had at the Davis Ranch. I probably wouldn’t be going anywhere for a few days when pa found out the latest goings on at school.

Mr. Griswald stepped down from the platform and began walking up the isle. “Now, I suggest you all spend some time studying the Presidents. Grades 2 and 3 will be asked to name the Presidents beginning with Washington and ending with-“ Mr. Griswald turned and stared at me. “-Cleveland.” I hung my head as the kids snickered. “Grades 4 and above will need to name the President, the years he served, his Vice-President, and an accomplishment he made while in office. And that includes you, Mr. McCain.” I shook my head. “How many presidents is that, Mr. McCain?”

I lifted my head and looked around again. “That’s uh…um…30?”

Some of the older children laughed. Mr. Griswald ripped off his spectacles. “Twenty-two, to be exact, Mr. McCain.” Mr. Griswald walked up to the front of the class. “Now, for those of you who have been listening and-“ Again, he looked at me. “-doing your lessons, the test will be fairly simple. For others…well…” He took out his watch and opened it. “Hm. The test will be Monday. That gives you four days to study.” He snapped his watch shut. “Class dismissed.”

Everyone gathered up their books and started out the door. I closed my books and began strapping them up. But I didn’t move from my seat. Mr. Griswald came to stand in front of his desk. He folded his arms and shook his head with a heavy sigh. “Mr. McCain,” he started. “Don’t you get tired of my getting onto you in class?”

“Yes sir,” I answered.

“Then why, may I ask, do you continue to cause it?” he asked.

I didn’t say anything. “Do you have something against history, Mr. McCain?”

I bit my lip. But when I heard him clear his throat, I looked up at him. “It’s dumb,” I answered.

“Dumb?”

“Well-“ I sighed heavily as I rolled my eyes. “I mean…why do we have to learn about a bunch of dead guys? What does it matter? They can’t do nothing for me.”

“They can do anything for you.”

“That’s what I said!” I stated.

Mr. Griswald shook his head. “I was merely correcting you. I wasn’t, by any means, agreeing with you.”

“Oh, well, why should I care about a bunch of dead guys?”

“Allow me to answer that.” I closed my eyes in regret. That was my father’s voice. I didn’t turn, but heard his boots walk up the isle. “Stand up, Mark.”

I swallowed hard as I stood up. Pa went to stand right beside Mr. Griswald. “Those “dead guys” as you refer to them, Mark, are the reason you are able to sit right here in this school and learn history and math and spelling. These dead guys are the reason you can go to church on Sunday and learn about your creator.” I lowered my head. Pa bent forward and put a hand under my chin. “And those dead – but not so dead – guys are the reason you did not die after being bitten by a disease-infected horse.”

“Yes sir,” I answered.

Pa turned and looked at Mr. Griswald. I thought that was the end of it, but I was wrong. Pa stood up straight and folded his arms. “The dead guys fought for your Independence during the Revolutionary War and again in 1812. Those dead guys fought in a bloody Civil War so that we could give equal rights to all men and remain living in a free country. And-“ Pa sternly looked into my eyes. “if it wasn’t for those “dead” guys, you would have never existed.” Pa then turned to Mr. Griswald. “Exactly what did he do this time?”

“History homework. He seems to be having trouble doing it, Mr. McCain. He couldn’t even tell me who the current President is.”

“I see.” Pa turned and raised an eyebrow at me. “I’ll make sure he learns.” Mr. Griswald told Pa about the test on Monday. “Well, I don’t think Mark has any plans for this weekend, do you son?”

I sighed. I did have a birthday party to go to on Saturday, but I didn’t figure now would be the best time to bring that up. “Not anymore,” I mumbled.

“I’m…sorry…for the trouble.” Pa grabbed me by the ear. He wasn’t too rough, but it still hurt some. After we were out of the building and down the steps, he released me. “Mark, I never want to hear you talking to a person of authority in that manner ever again.” He paused and stared sternly at me. “You hear me boy?”

“Yes sir,” I said quietly.

“There’s a storm coming, son. I want to get home before it gets here.” I looked up at the sky. For the first time, I realized how dark it was. The wind was picking up as well. Pretty soon, we’d be in the middle of a snowstorm.

It had been cool that morning. I thought Pa was crazy when he made me take my coat to school, but I was certainly glad I had! The temperature had dropped considerable throughout the day. Pa said he would have brought the team in if he had been home. I looked at Pa and shook my head. “What?” Pa asked over the wind.

“I was just thinking about the last time you drove to town to rescue me from a snowstorm,” I answered loudly.

“Oh yeah.” Pa chuckled as he rubbed his neck. “That was a pain in the neck!”

I turned and stared at Pa. “Bad joke!” I exclaimed.

“Come on,” Pa chuckled as he gave Blue Boy a firm slap on the rump.

By the time we got home, the wind had picked up to blizzard conditions. As we pulled our horses into the safety of the barn, I commented that I hoped the blizzard wasn’t as bad as the one we had last time. Pa shook his head, stating this one would be mild. “How can you always tell, Pa?” I asked.

Pa smiled. “When you get as old as I am, and have as many aches as years to your age, you’ll understand.”

“You mean, the worse the storm is, the more it hurts?” I asked.

Pa laughed. “Something like that, son.”

I told Pa I’d go to the house and start the fire. He shook his head. “Too windy out there to go by yourself, son. You need to wait until I can walk with you.”

“Oh Pa, I’m not a child,” I groaned.

“Let’s not start up with that again!” Pa demanded in that stern voice of his.

I wondered how long this blizzard would last. Pa wasn’t sure, but he said he’d seen storms bury everything in sight before. I sure hoped not! I was awfully hungry, and really glad when Pa said we could go in and start supper. But just as we walked inside, we heard a noise. I ran back to the door and looked out. The stagecoach was out there!

Scotty, the stagecoach driver, announced they could go no further. Boy, oh boy, was I excited when Pa said they could all stay the night there! It was just going to be so exciting. Pa told me to go inside and get a roaring fire started. By the time everyone got inside, I had a nice fire going.

Pa introduced me, then sent me off to peel the vegetables. Ain’t that just like parents? They send you off to have work while they have all the fun? I got the vegetables I needed out of the cellar, then went right to peeling them.

But I noticed one of the men – I think his name was Vince Medford. Now, he was a character! Let me tell you – of all the passengers on the stage, I’d say he was my least favorite! He was drinking whisky when he first got there, and I don’t think he stopped drinking it – ever! I could tell during the evening that Pa directed me away from him. He didn’t rightly care about me being around him too much.

I asked Pa once about what he thought of alcohol. He said he drank an occasional beer now and then, but that was his limit. He didn’t rightly understand people taking to hard liquor – it seemed to cause more problems then solve them. I didn’t understand men drinking alcohol like Mr. Medford, so I decided right away that he must be cold…or something. I mentioned that to Pa, and he laughed. I reckon if I commented on it to much, he’d stop laughing.

. "This is gonna be almost like a huntin' trip, sleepin' in our bed rolls tonight." I stated. The truth was, I’d rather sleep in my bed, but a new adventure was always fun.

But then Pa bent down next to me. "What's the matter with your bed?"

I stared at him. Not two minutes ago, I saw him take in that woman’s bag that was from the stagecoach – Miss Miller – into our bedroom. And now he was talking about ME sleeping in there? I suddenly looked at him nervously. I had a few things to say about that cock-eyed idea! “But Pa, she-“

Pa held up a hand to stop me. “Don’t get excited! We can hang a blanket between the beds. You’ll have your privacy.”

"Just a blanket?" I asked nervously. I still didn’t cotton to the idea of sleeping in the same room as a…well…a woman! What was Pa thinking about anyhow? Just cause I’m a kid, I get stuck with the woman? I suddenly dropped the potato I’d been working on cutting up. Pa smiled at me and reminded me that we couldn’t afford to waste any food.

Yeah, easy for him to say – he wasn’t the one that was gonna be stuck in that bedroom all night with a – well, with a WOMAN!

I finished the vegetables and got them cooking on the stove. As I worked on stirring, Pa came over and reminded me I was to chop some firewood – we’d certainly need it tonight. I started out the door, but Pa stopped me, ordering for me to bundle up. I told him I’d get warm once I started chopping. “Yeah, well I don’t want to pay a huge doctor bill for getting you over pneumonia, so you best bundle up.” By the way, that wasn’t a suggestion – it was an order. Most things Pa said directed to me were orders – even when they didn’t sound that way!

I went outside and started in on the chopping. The wind had died down some, so Pa felt pretty safe with me being out there. It was hard chopping wood in the windy conditions, but I managed it. I was just about done bringing in firewood when I suddenly noticed the youngest and most interesting man – Mr. Ryan was lying in the snow face down.

I dropped everything and ran in to tell Pa. We took him inside and this is the exciting part of my evening. Guess what I found out? His name wasn’t really Christopher Ryan and he claimed. It was…are you ready for this?

It was Christopher Rolf! Yes that’s right – the one and only – the gunfighter who was well-known (as were many other gunfighters). I wanted to say something. The first thing that popped into my head was to mention how many he killed and some of the names. But since I had proved a big disregard for history and knowing the names of presidents, I didn’t figure Pa would take too kindly to the fact that I knew so much about a gunfighter.

I stayed quiet while they argued among themselves about Rolf and what should happen.

I stood staring at Mr. Rolf, wondering what it was like to be a gunfighter. Pa tapped me on the shoulder. “Bedroom – now,” he motioned.

I turned and stared at him, but he was already walking toward the bedroom. After we were inside with the door firmly closed, Pa folded his arms. “Now, from the look on your face, I can tell you have heard of this man. Let me make a few rules with you about tonight, son. First of all, I don’t want you discussing the gunfighting with Mr. Rolf. It seems to be a sour subject, and I just want to get through this night. Second of all, I want you to stay away from Mr. Medford. I don’t like men like that being in this house, but we have very little choice tonight. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Pa.”

“Okay.” Pa sighed and shook his head. “Now, I’m going to work on putting a blanket between these beds. Why don’t you go put supper on the table. I’ll be out soon.”

I looked around the room. “Pa, about that sleeping arrangement you decided on. Do I get to vote?”

“No,” Pa answered as he started for the closet.

“But Pa!”

“Your not old enough to vote yet, son. Go on and get supper on the table.” Pa took a blanket out of the closet without looking at me. I opened my mouth to protest some more, but figured I’d be better off not to argue…for now!

Miss. Miller came over and suggested she could slice some bread. I thanked her and handed her the platter with the day-old bread on it, apologizing. “Pa does his bread baking on Sundays. Miss Milly gives us bread sometimes during the week. I was supposed to pick some up for supper, but with the storm blowing in and all-“

She smiled and patted me on the head. “It’s alright,” she answered.

We all sat down at the table. Pa didn’t sit until everyone else was seated, and pulled me up by the arm, reminding me I was to let the guests sit before I sat myself. Pa dipped the stew on everyone’s plate so we wouldn’t have any problems. Pa allowed me to sit down.

Mr. Bedford picked up his fork and dipped it in his stew. I stared in horror. Pa wasn’t too kind to rude people, and cleared his throat loudly. “We bless God for our food in this house, folks.” He looked at me and nodded. That meant he wanted me to bless the food.

I finally put my thought to voice after the prayer. I commented that I hoped the storm would keep up so I wouldn’t have to go to school tomorrow. Pa reminded me that I had my books here so I could do my studies. Yeah, nothing ever changes when it comes to Pa and school! I found something else out that was really interesting. Mr. Rolf was a school teacher. Someone had killed his wife, so he went after them to bring him to justice. He was involved in a gunfight and killed the man. After that, other men came to fight against them. So far, he had won every battle.

An argument broke out among some of the guests. My Pa wasted no time to set things straight – this was his home and they were his guests. If his home wasn’t respected, he’d send them out in the cold. He never threatened me of that, but then I reckon Pa had other ways to “fix me” when I misbehaved!

After I finished eating, I asked Pa what was for desert. He smiled and said he didn’t reckon there was any desert tonight. “What?” I asked. “All these people and no desert?”

Pa suddenly turned in his seat and frowned at me. “Son, would you like to walk to North Fork and fetch us some desert?”

“Oh, no sir!” I answered.

Miss Miller got up and started clearing the table. I smiled at that. A woman doing the dishes for one night was going to make at least this part of my evening more pleasant! “Then get up and go do the dishes,” Pa ordered. He stood and hurried over to Miss. Miller. “Mark will do the dishes, ma’am.”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” she stated. I smiled thankfully.

“Oh, but I do,” Pa stated. “You’re our guest. My guests don’t do the work.”

She turned and gave me an apologetic smile. “I’ll dry if you wash?” I nodded in agreement. She looked at Pa for his approval and he nodded.

As we worked on the dishes together, we talked. She asked me about my mother, and I told her she had gotten small pox and died soon after. “Must be hard growing up without a mother,” she smiled down at me. “I had dreams once about getting married and having children.” She turned and looked at my Pa. “He’s a wonderful man.”

“Thank you,” I smiled. “He’s the best man in the world.”

“A hard man?” she asked. “I mean, is he strict?”

“I think so, but some of the kids at school tell me I’m lucky to have him for a father.”

“Well,” Miss. Miller wiped a dish dry. “I don’t know your Pa that well, but I think I can safely bet he’s raising you to be a smart, young man.”

I smiled. “Yes ma’am. He reckoned ma would want me to be well-mannered, so he’s worked hard at teaching me everything she taught him. Pa said he was pretty rough before Ma came along and softened him up.”

Pa was behind me. “Giving away the McCain secrets, are you, boy?” I smiled up at Pa.

“He’s a fine boy, Mr. McCain. He’s so thoughtful and kind – well mannered.”

Pa raised his eyebrows as he looked down at me. “I thank you.” I knew what he was thinking though – she should have seen me earlier at the school. I could see that little gleam in his eye.

“Hurry up with the dishes, son, so you can get to bed,” Pa said as he squeezed my shoulders.

“Bed?” Pa nodded. “Oh, about that,” I started.

“Mark,” Pa sighed as he looked up at Miss. Miller. “The arrangements have been made. It’s final.”

After I finished up with the dishes, I walked over to the table where Pa and Mr. Rolf were talking. “What’s your favorite subject in school, Mark?” He asked.

I looked at Pa. “Recess,” I answered.

Pa sighed and rolled his eyes. Pa turned back to Mr. Rolf. “Mark has a little trouble understand why he needs to know history.”

“Oh yes, all those dead people.” Rolf chuckled. “Well, I remember my students saying the same thing, son. They would ask me over and over why they need to know that George Washington was the first president. I explain to them that our country has a heritage – a good heritage, and we should be proud of it and how it was founded. When our ancestors came over on the Mayflower, they came over here to seek religious freedom. If we forget that, then we may loose those freedoms we fought so hard for. Not only that, but we just may find ourselves wondering why we have the laws we have.”

Mr. Rolf leaned towards me. “Do you remember your mother, son?” I nodded. “Yes, of course you do. Mr. McCain told me she died when you were only six. Do you want your children to know about her?” I nodded. “Has your father talked to you about your grandparents and great-grandparents?”

“I ask him about them from time to time,” I answered. “I believe Pa told me that my great-great grandfather was a General in the Revolutionary War.”

Mr. Rolf smiled. “All those dead people.” He looked to my Pa and winked. “There’s a lot to learn from them, son. The way the lived – the mistakes they made – the things they did to better our lives. Those are all very important things. In fact, have you heard of a man called Alexander Graham Bell?”

I cocked my head to one side. “I don’t…think so. Is he a gunfighter?”

Pa nudged me and Mr. Rolf chuckled. “No, son. He’s a famous inverter. He’s invented the telephone. They’re already using them back east.”

“The…telephone?” I was suddenly curious.

“Well, you know how a telegraph communicates with people all around the country by tapping out signals?” I nodded. “Well, there are wires that run all over the city. All you have to do is pick up a little handpiece, call an operator at a switchboard, and she can connect you to another house – or office – and you can talk to them.”

I turned and looked at Pa. “Talk…to them? Like I’m talking to you?” He nodded. “Now, that’s something!”

“Yeah,” Pa answered doubtfully. “That’s something alright.”

“I can guarantee you, Mark, that Mr. Bell got some of his wisdom from history – studying about those who’ve gone before like those behind the telegraph.”

He really got me to thinking now! “Yeah!”

Pa stood up. “Say goodnight, son.”

“Oh, but I’m just beginning to learn about…history!”

Pa shook his head at me. “That’s great, son. You’ll have all day tomorrow to learn about current events as well. Say goodnight.”

I obeyed and we walked into the bedroom. “Did you hear what he was saying about the telephone, Pa? Is that something? You suppose that someday we can get one of those for our house?”

“I think it’s a bunch of nonsense!” Pa declared. “Talking to people who live in other houses…why it’ll never last! What are they going to do? String wires up all across America? Where would they put them? It’s nonsense! It’ll never work!”

“Well, you’ll have to build lots of poles – sort of like a fence – and-“ I laid down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. “I still don’t see why I can’t sleep out there with you,” I stated with a sigh. “Suppose the fellas at school hear about this?” Boy oh boy, but I’d never hear the end of that!

Suddenly, my night shirt hit me in the face. “The fellows at school aren’t gonna hear about it unless you tell ‘em,” Pa stated as he landed on my bed with a big plop and grabbed my boot. He started shaking my leg so hard he practically lifted me off the bed. I told him to stop.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying this!” I stated as Pa pulled my boot off. I sat up on the side of the bed and worked on my other boot. “I don’t see why I have to sleep in here, Pa, with a…a woman!”

“Look, son,” Pa sighed as he turned to me. “There are certain…morals we need to keep. Do you remember when Ann Dodd came to visit and she stayed at the hotel in town?” I nodded. “Well I think you understand better now why that had to happen.”

I nodded. “Because she’s a woman and it’s not proper for women and men to stay in the same house together. It’s like in the Bible – unmarried women being with unmarried men.”

Pa nodded. “That’ll do for now, son. I’d rather have her in here with a child then out there with those men. I’m planning on sleeping just outside the door. I don’t trust that Bedford man in this house with her. It has to be this way.”

I took my shirt off and slipped my nightshirt over my head. “I still don’t understand rightly, Pa, but I’m guessing it’s one of those things I’ll understand when I’m older.”

“Yeah.” Pa certainly looked relieved I agreed to not understand for now. He patted my leg and stood up. “Now, get under the covers.”

“Pa?” Pa stopped lifting the covers and sat back down. “Exactly…what is the big secret about women and men? Every time we start talking about it, you get really nervous and such.”

Pa smiled. “Well, someday I’ll talk to you about it, son. We’ll know when the time’s right.”

I laid down as he tucked me in. “Alright, Pa.”

He patted me on the shoulder. Then he started to go around the blanket. He turned and stared at me. “That time will be coming soon.” He shook his head. “Thirteen in just a couple weeks!” There was a painful smile on his face. He suddenly looked like he was about to cry, but I wasn’t sure why. “Goodnight, son. I’ll come wake you when it’s safe to get up.”

It wasn’t long after Pa left that Miss Miller came in. I turned my face to the wall, not wanting to think on her being there. But then I suppose that natural curiosity got to me. I turned and looked under the blanket. Women things were falling to the floor. “Oh my golly!” I thought to myself. “Boy oh boy! I sure hope they leave tomorrow! I don’t think I can take another night of this torture!” I then turned over. But I knew she was still there – undressing!!! I threw the blankets over my head and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning. I heard someone stirring around. She must be getting dressed. Again, I turned and peaked under the blanket. I saw the same thing she had slipped off last night being slipped back on this morning. “Oh good golly, Miss Molly!” I declared to myself. I sat up in the bed so I didn’t have to see her.

Suddenly, I realized I needed to go out back really bad. I sat on the bed for a long time. How long did it take a woman to primp anyhow? I heard her brushing her hair and rolled my eyes, wishing I could get up and run out the door. But I was afraid she was only half-dressed and that would be pretty darn embarrassing.

I knew I had to go out back really soon! I shouldn’t have gotten that last drink of water last night. I bit my lip, hoping she was almost done. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the bedroom door. “Come in,” Miss Miller called.

I could see around the corner of the blanket. Pa walked inside. “Oh, I’m almost ready, Mr. McCain. I take it we’ll be leaving soon?”

Pa nodded. “I’m working on breakfast right now.”

“Oh, how will we ever repay you?” Miss Miller asked.

“That’s what friends are for,” Pa answered. I heard his smile.

All this time, I was rolling my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah! Quit with the chit chat already!” I thought to myself. “I’m dying here!”

Pa peaked around the corner. “You awake?”

I motioned for Pa to come closer. “Pa, I have to go out back! Now!”

Pa grinned. I held a finger up at him, warning him not to laugh. Pa reached for my clothes. “Get these on fast, then go on, son. She’s decent.”

“Yeah but-“ I pointed to the blanket separating the two of us. “She’s in here!” I sighed. “I can’t just- Pa, it would be too weird!”

Pa laughed. “Get dressed, Mark!” I did his bidding. As I worked on putting my boots on, Pa began taking down the blanket that separated us. My eyes grew wide and I started gasping. What was he doing?

“Oh, good morning, Mark!” Miss Miller greeted me.

I stared at Pa and smiled. “Go-Good morning, ma’am.”

“Did you sleep well? I mean, I didn’t keep you from getting your sleep or anything, I hope.”

I watched her roll her hair up in a bun. She looked at me from the mirror and smiled. My face reddened. “Oh, um…I gotta…bye!” I hurried out the door.

Later as we ate, everyone was pretty quiet. I looked around the table and noticed Miss Miller and Mr. Rolf smiling at each other every now and then. I also noticed Mr. Medford not saying much of anything. In fact, he quickly ate breakfast in a corner and hurried outside to help get the stage ready. I looked up at Pa who merely shook his head! Boy, but it always seemed things got interesting when I wasn’t around!

After breakfast, we went out and said goodbye to our guests. I couldn’t wait to tell my friends at school all about Mr. Rolf being right here in our house! Pa smiled at me and asked me if I was going to tell them all about my adventure. I told him I was. “Everything?” he asked.

“Well, maybe not…everything,” I answered as I remembered I had to share my bedroom with a…WOMAN! Pa smacked me playfully on the backside and laughed as he went back inside.

I walked in after him. “Pa, if it’s all the same with you, I’d like to get started on studying for my history test right now. I take it I’m not going to school today.”

Pa shook his head. “It’s too late now. Besides I don’t want Blue Boy traveling in the snow.” Pa turned to start on the dishes. Suddenly, he turned around. “You want to what?”

I sat at the table and opened my history book. “Study for my history test,” I answered as I got my tablet out to start my work. Pa leaned against the sink and folded his arms. I looked up to see him staring strangely at me. “Well,” I explained. “It’s like you said, Pa. all those dead people – they did important things. I just figured it was high time I learn what they did for me.”

Pa shook his head at me as he turned back to the sink. I grinned down at my paper. Boy, I always loved pulling a fast one on him!

*A special thanks goes out to Michelle Palmer for her insight on how Mark had seen these episodes.

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