Buffy was right. The statue at the head of the street was rather obscene for a public space. Feeling hot and bothered, Obi-Wan averted his eyes. When had Buffy researched Gungan anatomy? Had she looked it up in the Archives during her study sessions with Master Windu and Master Ki-Adi-Mundi? He supposed she must have. Buffy was keen on researching alien heart positions.

Putting all thoughts of the unpleasant statue to one side, he turned his attention onto the winding street lying beyond it. It was a side street, like many others in this town, although this one looked more run-down than most. Was it awaiting regeneration after last year's invasion?
Although Obi-Wan couldn't see the entrance to ShoeMania, a line of eager buyers were waiting for admittance. Deciding a little reconnaissance of the area was necessary, Obi-Wan strode past them.

The street was surprisingly neglected considering it was in a prime location close to many of the town's cultural buildings. The majority of the structures were empty and the building housing ShoeMania looked neglected and in a bad state of disrepair. Most of the windows had been boarded over at some point and the only one bare of shutters lay close to the door. Obi-Wan meandered over to the window, pretending to be interested in what the place had to offer.

Eye-catchingly displayed was a dazzling selection of gem-encrusted shoes along with several advertising signs. One announced 'ONE DAY SALE', another 'CRAZY PRICES', while a third bragged 'DESIGNER FOOTWEAR'. Obi-Wan's sharp eyes noted beneath the larger lettering was a disclaimer. This was in much smaller print. He leaned in closer trying to make out the small writing. 'No refunds'.

"Hnnnnk!"

Obi-Wan's heart froze. That sounded uncomfortably familiar. He turned, slowly, to face the source of the sound and his heart sank. Stood in the shadows of the doorway was a large Gamorrean. Surely it wouldn't be one that he knew? But yes, it was. He knew that boar. The guard was one of those from the club where he'd discovered Amba Kroi. Obi-Wan turned his gaze back to the window, thinking. The Gamorrean's didn't have a large presence on Naboo, yet twice now he'd run into them.
Why would a Gamorrean need to stand guard on a shoe shop? A den of iniquity he could understand, a shoe sale was more of a mystery. Was this really an innocent shoe store or was it a cover for something nefarious?

He reached out, connecting to the Force and paying attention to what he sensed. The Force warned him there was a dangerous combination of dark violence and high spirits in the area. That was out of the ordinary. Obi-Wan sighed. He should have expected something like this. Only his padawan would have found such a dark and seedy place in a nice town like Berenko.

"Come in. Hnnnk. Come in!" called the Gamorrean.

Obi-Wan waited and then joined the rear of the line. As he passed the boar, he sensed the creature's small piggy eyes boring into the back of his neck. Had he been recognized him as a patron of the sex club? Uneasy, he followed the other shoppers into the main section of the store. Once there, the Gamorrean door security was temporarily forgotten.

Obi-Wan stood alongside the other gaping newcomers, only his long hours of Jedi training preventing his jaw from dropping. He could safely say, he'd never been in a shoe shop like this one. The room was packed with shoppers. They were browsing large shelving racks that had been wheeled into the room by very old and basic droids. People rushed from rack to rack, crowding around them, frantically pulling shoes from the shelves. Each face shone with a mixture of sweat and desperation.

Directly opposite him, at one of the newly wheeled in shoe racks, a fight had broken out. Two men throwing clumsy punches were quickly joined by women, who threw themselves onto their backs. The men staggered as the women began striking them with fists and shoes. One man attempted to dislodge his attacker by spinning. The movement causing them to collide with onlookers who were knocked off their feet. They fell, dropping their shoes. One began to crawl on the floor in a desperate scrabble for the shoes she'd lost. The other jumped into the fight, laying about with fists.

A prickle to his senses made Obi-Wan look over to the rear of the store. On a higher level, a group of Gamorreans stood on a raised balcony, intently watching the shoppers. The Jedi tilted his head, eyes narrowing, appraising them. He couldn't see any obvious weapons, but they all wore helmets with protective chin guards and breathers. Obi-Wan frowned. There was definitely more going on here than met the eye.

The fight across from him became more violent as more and more shoppers became caught up in it. Obi-Wan watched as the fighting took them towards a shoe rack. The Force told him they'd fall into it and he took several steps back. A moment later the fighters crashed into it, sending shoes flying and the rack falling onto a droid.

The loss of stock and the damaged droid prodded the watching guards into action. Two of them left the balcony, lumbering down the stairs and shoving the unwary out their way. One snatched a woman's hair, yanking her backward and throwing her across the floor. Next, he grabbed the man she'd been hitting, spun him around and throwing a punch to his cheek. There was a sickening crunch, his head snapped back and he dropped to the floor.

Obi-Wan winced. The Gamorrean species certainly wasn't known for its diplomacy. He continued to watch, as the same Gamorrean grabbed the neck of the remaining man and twisted his arm cruelly behind his back. Meanwhile, the second Gamorrean snatched a dark-haired woman with an excited squeal, yanking her forward before throwing her to the floor. Landing heavily, she lost her grip on the last pair of shoes she'd held onto. Shoes that were eagerly snatched up by another shopper. The fallen woman screamed. Seemingly more frustrated at her loss than being manhandled.

Obi-Wan frowned deepened. This wasn't normal behavior. The Force around him lay in jagged discord and was warning him. But of what? He looked around, inspecting those in view. It appeared the fight hadn't put off any of the shoppers. Most were still browsing the shoe racks. The only ones showing concern were those who'd entered the building at the same time as him.

Why were the shoppers so intent on shoes? As Obi-Wan wasn't a tall man, not like Qui-Gon, he needed to stand on tip-toe to look over the shoppers' heads to see the shoes on the nearest rack. What he saw didn't impress him. He might not be a shoe aficionado, like Buffy, but the shoes on the racks looked nothing like those displayed in the store window. He turned around, his eyes scanning the rest of the racks. As far as he could see, every rack contained similar shoddily made shoes. Surely Buffy wasn't interested in these?

Which reminded him. Where had she gone? He sensed nothing coming from their bond.

He tracked her by using the Force, focussing on her unusual swirl of darkness and finding her behind a towering shoe rack. Her back faced him and she was stood on the tips of her toes as she stretched up, trying to ease a pair of orange sandals from one of the higher shelves. She turned towards him and a jolt of shock ran through Obi-Wan. Buffy's face was paler than he'd ever seen it. Her eyes were ringed in dark circles and her beautiful hair hung in limp sections over a sweaty brow.
The creases in Obi-Wan's brow deepened as he concentrated on the Force. His connection becoming stronger as he searched the currents looking for something... anything. And the Force provided him with the answer.

"Obi-Wan!" Buffy squealed, rushing across to him holding a pile of shoes against her chest.

Obi-Wan gave her a distracted nod, his attention on the Gamorreans once more. Those helmets had breathing devices built into them. He lifted his chin, to gaze at the ceiling above him. Criss-crossing the ceiling were lines of pipework with downward-facing vents, no doubt part of the system that cycling the building's air. He wasn't able to hear over the excited chatter of the store patrons, but he sensed a gas was being pumped into the room. He rubbed his chin as he ran his eyes along the conduit.

"Can you hold my shoes?"

The Jedi pulled his eyes from the pipework, startled by the question. Buffy, normally so attuned to his emotions, seemed unaware of his distraction. She took his silence as agreement, smiled, and began handing over the shoes, piling them up against his chest. When Obi-Wan took a pair of sandals from the pile to examine them more closely he saw they were Gungan sandals. A male Gungan's sandals.

"Why do you want these, Buffy?" he asked. "It isn't as if they'll fit you."

"They do! I've tried them on. They're lovely."

That confirmed it. She'd been drugged. They had to leave. Throwing all the shoes to the floor, he grabbed her hand and tried to pull her towards the entrance.

"We need to get out of here." He waved his hand, risking using Force persuasion. " We must go now."

"But my shoes!" Buffy wailed. She dug her heels in, quite oblivious to his use of the Force and determined not to leave her shoes behind.

"You're acting under the influence of Spice gas," replied Obi-Wan.

She blinked, confused. He went on, "Spice gas is a mind-altering drug. The Gamorrean's are pumping it through the air conduits to drive up sales. We need to go." He shot a worried glance towards the ceiling. Those vents were dispensing gas and already he could feel its effects. Fumbling in his pocket, he pulled out the Temple issue breather he'd brought with him.

Buffy dithered. Exasperated at the delay Obi-Wan popped the breather into his mouth, grabbed her around the waist and threw her across his shoulder. Buffy let out a squeal of protest, but he ignored her, using the Force to guide him as he ran for the store entrance. Only to find his way barred by the Gamorrean from earlier. The heavily muscled creature stood in the corridor, his legs apart, trousers hanging at half-mast and thin t-shirt hoisted over the protruding belly.

"Hnnk, you!" he snarled, recognizing Obi-Wan. "Troublemaker, hnnk, after females again. Hnnk, my sister be crazy, hnnk, wanting to mate with a weakling, like you. Hnnk"

Hanging over Obi-Wan's shoulder, Buffy tensed. Away from the gas her Slayer metabolism was rapidly clearing her head and driving it from her system.

"His sister wants to mate with you? I don't think so." Twisting her body, she looked around Obi-Wan until she saw the guard. To the Jedi's mortification, she began to laugh, "Hey, has Miss Piggy been hitting on you?"

Obi-Wan removed his breather. "It's nothing to laugh at, Buffy," he scolded. No doubt she'd ask for all the embarrassing details later. For Force sake, he hoped she wouldn't mention it to Quin, the Kiffar would make his life a misery.

Dragging his thoughts from the future to the here and now, Obi-Wan addressed the guard, "You need to step aside and allow us to leave."

The Gamorrean's snout wrinkled in distaste, his small piggy-eyes almost completely disappearing into the folds of his face. "Hnnk, Let go of the female. Hnnk. Filthy pervert. Hnnk"

Buffy giggled and Obi-Wan recoiled in horror. "I'm not a pervert," he protested hotly. The words 'I'm a Jedi' on the tip of his tongue, but he was here undercover. "This is my wife."

"Hnnk, little wife, hnnk, hnnk, hnnk," chortled the Gamorrean. "Can't get a better one. Hnnk hnnk."

Knowing Buffy wouldn't take that kind of insult well, Obi-Wan lowered her to her feet. He almost felt sorry for the pig-like creature.

"Did you just call me 'little'?" Buffy snarled. She stepped forward, dwarfed by the Gamorrean. Prodding the boar in his large belly she went on, "No one calls me little or my husband a pervert." She gave the boar another prod, making him grunt, "Aww, I made the little piggy grunt. Well, let's see how loud you squeal when I kick your ass to market. Wheee, wheee, wheee."

Born on a planet where females were prized for their aggressiveness, the boar was more amused than offended. He laughed, "Snnurt, snnurt, snnurt. You little but funny."

Buffy kicked out, landing a blow to his shin. As the creature bent forward, to rub his leg, she planted a powerful uppercut to his soft snout and sent him staggering back into the wall.

Obi-Wan reached out, putting a restraining hand on her shoulder. ~We're wasting time here. If we fight and are arrested it will blow our cover.~

Buffy bristled with annoyance. Then she gave a quick nod.

Pulling the blaster from his pocket Obi-Wan leveled it at the boar. "Don't try to stop us or else I'll blast you into a thousand pieces."

The Jedi and the Slayer slowly moved past him. The muzzle of Obi-Wan's blaster trained on the guard the entire time. Once a safe distance away from the building, the Jedi lowered the weapon and, after giving it a disgusted look, shoved it back into his pocket. Neither spoke until they'd walked through the crowded square and halted at the fountain. Both Jedi and Slayer stood, eyes watching, senses scanning, to see if they were being followed.

Finally, Obi-Wan turned his attention to Buffy. With an ordinary person, he'd have checked their Force signature to see if they were healthy, but with Buffy being a Force void it wasn't that easy. However, he felt relieved to see her color had returned and the dark circles had disappeared. No doubt, her renown Slayer metabolism had kicked in.

"I've never heard of Spice gas used for that purpose before," said Obi-Wan quietly. The sound of water cascading from the fountain behind them was loud but he didn't want anyone passing them to overhear. "It affects judgment and causes excitability. In this case, it creates a shoe buying frenzy. I doubt the Gamorreans came up with the scheme themselves. Most likely they're employed by a crime lord who masterminded this."

"How did you know they were drugging us?" Buffy asked. She'd sat on the wall surrounding the fountain and, since many others were doing the same thing, Obi-Wan sat next to her.

He slanted her a glance, holding back a mischievous grin. "I knew something was going on when I developed a strange urge to purchase a pair of silver high-heeled shoes. Luckily, reason prevailed. I realized they'd clash terribly with my robes."

Buffy smirked and bumped his shoulder with hers. "My job here is done. Those fashion talks have finally born fruit. You can become the next Cordelia." Realizing what she'd said, she gave a fake shudder, "Ugh, scratch that. There's no way I want you turning into Cordelia."

"I shall endeavor not to." He grinned at her. " Actually, it was my new awareness of shoe fashion that alerted me to your drugged state. You told me those Gungan sandals were lovely." Her mouth twisted in a silent moue of horror and he almost laughed. More seriously, he added, "There were also more physical signs. Like your pallid face, dilated pupils and the sweat on your upper lip and brow.

"Hey! I don't have a sweaty face," Buffy protested. She shoved him, playfully. The push would have sent most Jedi, or non-Jedi, tumbling backward into the pool. Luckily, Obi-Wan was so attuned to her that he sensed the move and braced himself.

"Your face IS sweaty," he replied smugly.

Buffy hurriedly pulled down her sleeve and used it to dab at her hot face.

"Thanks for the rescue, Obi-Wan."

The Jedi smiled back at her. Buffy's praise always created a warm glow of happiness inside him. She went on, "You're like a knight in shining robes, charging in to rescue a drugged, sweaty damsel from-"

"...a Spice gas breathing dragon," he finished.

"Umm, no. I was thinking, less Spice dragon and more ugly shoe dragon." She fake shuddered once more, before asking, "So... do we report the place to the cops? Or did you break into the police station and are now trying to stay off the radar? I've got to be honest. It doesn't feel good letting them get away with this."

"I'm in complete agreement." Obi-Wan took out his com-link and began to enter Coltreeve's code. "And I know someone in a position to help." Then he added, cryptically, "Or maybe, he won't."

"Officer Coltreeve, here."

Obi-Wan held the com-link between them so she could hear their conversation.

"Officer Coltreeve, we met at your office earlier. This is Qui-Gon Jinn." Buffy's eyes widened. Obi-Wan quickly shook his head at her. ~I'll explain all later.~

"Master Jinn?" the man sounded surprised. "I didn't expect to hear from you so soon. Is something wrong? Can I help?"

Coltreeve sounded eager. Too eager. Beside him, Buffy tensed, as Obi-Wan let the flash of suspicion travel through their bond.

Obi-Wan continued, "I'd appreciate your help. I've stumbled across a gang using Spice gas to drug the general public."

"Where?"

"At a shoe store called ShoeMania. It's in a dilapidated street behind the Berenko art gallery. My colleague discovered them whilst making inquiries."

"A colleague?" Coltreeve's tone was sharp. "You didn't mention a colleague before. Is she with you now? What's your colleague's name?"

Beneath Obi-Wan's eye, a tiny muscle twitched in reflex. Why had the man assumed his colleague was female? He slid a speaking glance at Buffy, to see if she'd noticed the slip. She stared back, green eyes intent. Obi-Wan had no intention of revealing Buffy's real name so he gave the first one that came into his head. "I'm working with Siri Tachi."

Buffy's jaw dropped and her stare turned into an ice hard glare.

"So your colleague, Siri Tachi, discovered these criminals?"

Obi-Wan ignored the shimmer of darkness coming from Buffy. "That's correct."

"She was making inquiries inside a shoe store? Does Siri Tachi often visit shoe stores?"

"She makes inquiries wherever she needs to. I've worked with Siri many times before and she's excellent at her job," Obi-Wan repeated, feeling irritated. This man seemed keener to learn about Buffy/Siri's habits than ask details of the crime. Also, he'd no idea why Buffy's death glare had intensified but it was putting him on edge. "The shop these criminals are running will be gone in a few hours. Could you send someone out straight away?"

He heard the lawman hesitate, before saying, "I'll organize officers to attend immediately. Are you and Siri Tachi staying at a hotel in the area? I'll call around later and give you both an update."

Obi-Wan sensed there was more to this than a helpful exchange of information. "I'm unable to do so. We are yet to find accommodation." Aware the man would suggest a place to lodge, he continued, "I'll contact you, shortly. Thank you for your help with this."

Cutting the call, Obi-Wan stroked his chin thoughtfully, feeling the prickles beneath his fingertips as he mulled over the conversation. It had been... disturbing. Out the corner of his eye, he could see Buffy. She drummed her heels rhythmically against the wall and her mood was dark. He eyed her warily, wondering at the annoyance pouring off her. The only thing he could think might have caused it was her not being allowed to pummel the Gamorreans herself. Buffy enjoyed doling out retribution. It would be best to take her mind off it and ask her thoughts on Coltreeve.

"You noted the way Coltreeve guessed you were a female and his interest in you?"

Buffy's lip curled. "I was too busy noticing how you called me by your ex-girlfriend's name."

No one could scatter Obi-Wan's thoughts as Buffy could. He froze. How did she know? It could only be the dratted Jedi Temple gossip mill. Who'd told her?

"Siri Tachi is neither my girlfriend nor an ex-girlfriend. We were merely close friends," he said, his voice tight.

"Girlfriend," Buffy slowly repeated, "Big smoochies too, from what I've heard."

Sithspit she'd heard the gossip!

"Definitely. Not," he replied. He used the same tone Qui-Gon used with him when a subject was out of bounds. A voice that brooked no argument. The problem was Buffy wasn't his padawan. She was his girlfriend and his attempt at avoidance only made her more suspicious.

"Yeah, Siri Tachi and that other one you used to hang around with. Er, Sateen Krazy. They're both your love interests, depending on who you talk to." She didn't tell him how she'd heard. Not long after arriving in the Star Wars dimension, she'd 'innocently' asked Andrew if Obi-Wan had a love life. The young watcher had enthusiastically filled her in until she'd begged him to stop.

"It's Satine Kryze and no, they're not," Obi-Wan hotly denied. He squirmed uncomfortably on the wall. Knowing she was watching him and taking his embarrassment for guilt. "You shouldn't listen to Jedi Temple rumors. A Jedi knight doesn't indulge in relationships so we don't have exes."

Buffy continued drummed her heels against the wall. It was hot in the Nabooan sun but she didn't think sunburn was why Obi-Wan's cheeks were so red. "Then why are you burning up with the embarrassment?"

"Because I am being accused of doing something I haven't done!" he spluttered, once more his Jedi calm shattered by the Slayer. "I don't have ex-girlfriends!"

She tutted, "I don't mind you having exes. It's you calling me by their names that's totally offensive."

"They aren't my exes and -." Obi-Wan stopped, as a thought occurred to him. "Are you jealous?"

"Have I anything to be jealous of?" Buffy asked, examining her nails and pretending to look disinterested. People passed them by. No one gave them a second glance and, for once, Buffy felt as if they were a normal couple and not a Slayer stealing time out to be with a Jedi.

"Definitely not," he answered as he folded his arms inside his Jedi robe sleeves. "There was never anything to be jealous of."

Neither spoke for a long moment, both staring over in the direction of ShoeMania.

Finally, Buffy replied, "I'm glad. We've got something special and it's good to know an ex isn't about to jump out the woodwork." Her hand reaching out to him at the same time he reached for hers. Palms meeting and warm fingers curling around each other.

"As if you've anyone to be worried about," said Obi-Wan, his voice husky. "I was never this Jedi poster-boy you make me out to be, but I've always been wary of breaking the rules and forming an attachment. If you hadn't arrived in this dimension I'd have stayed a Jedi until the day I died."

Her face fell and he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "There's no need to be so glum about it. It's my decision and I'm glad you're here. Without you, I'd have missed so much." With his trademark teasing smirk, he added, "For instance, I'd never have become a Slayer."

Buffy grinned in reply, "Don't get above yourself bathrobe wearing Jedi-guy. You're not a Slayer, no matter what Sineya said." Her expression became more thoughtful. Why had Obi-Wan been allowed into the Slayer desert? Why had Sineya pointed to each of them and said the word Slayer? She was still thinking when Obi-Wan suddenly jumped from the wall.

"Greed!" cried Obi-Wan and looked at Buffy, expectantly.

"Huh?" Buffy asked, confused. "Did I, like, blink and miss half the conversation? Is there a rewind button? Ubi, you need to do the 'splainy. Not all of us majored in deciphering weird exclamations."

Looking rather self-conscious, Obi-Wan explained, "My comment on missing out sparked the idea. That and thinking about the greed on the faces of ShoeMania's customers."

Buffy shot a reproachful look in the direction of the shoe store. "You sure know how to make a girl feel good about herself, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan waved the comment off. "You were acting under the influence of Spice gas. However, greed is in Coltreeve's nature..."

"The guy loves shoes too?"

He ignored her joke. Instead, he began rubbing his finger over his top lip, in a way she was fast becoming accustomed to. Obi-Wan had gone into deep thinking Jedi mode.

"I'll give you a detailed report later but, for now, the cliff notes version will suffice," he said. He didn't notice how his words caused her to smile. He continued, "Coltreeve was in charge of investigating the suspicious deaths in the vicinity of the Overlook. At first, I thought he'd simply been bribed by local business owners to disguise the murders as accidents, but then he became very talkative. He informed me it was the Lake country's minister who'd personally requested the deaths to be classed as accidents. A minister who happens to be Jar Jar Binks."

"What?!"

"Quite. It surprised me as well," said Obi-Wan. "Although being a Jedi knight I naturally hid it far better than you ever could, padawan-mine." She rolled her eyes and he grinned back. "Coltreeve assured me that he'd only been following orders, but I believe he was following the credits. It wasn't the local businesses who paid him off, but Jar Jar."

"And you think he's still paying him off?" said Buffy, slowly, her nose wrinkling as she thought.

The Jedi nodded, pleased that she'd come to the same conclusion. "It wouldn't surprise me. I think he'd been warned by Jar Jar that the Jedi might investigate, but it's his interest in you that I find most alarming. I believe he's had a warning Lord Vader is on the planet and, in my opinion, Jar Jar will pay him well for your location. That's why I refused to give him the address of our hotel."

"It sounds as if you made more progress than I have." Buffy pulled her face. "All I got was the holonet address of a former Crystal caverns guide. And gassed. Yeah, mustn't forget gassed, drugged and almost losing my shoe cred."

Obi-Wan tried not to smirk. This wasn't a Jedi v Slayer competition, but he felt that he'd won this round of the investigations. Feeling generous, he gave her a consoling pat on the knee. "Never mind, at least you found a fresh lead."

The whir of low flying speeder engines overhead caught their attention. They watched, as a Nabooan squad speeder lowered into the square a short distance away scattering the tourists. Everyone in the square turned curious eyes onto the craft. Especially when a squad of uniformed men climbed from the speeder and headed in the direction of ShoeMania.

"Looks like your friend Coltreeve is gonna break up the Spice gas party," said Buffy.

"Indeed it does. Let's not linger longer than we need to," Holding out his hands, Obi-Wan helped Buffy down from the fountain wall. Not that she needed help, but she took his hands anyway, jumping neatly and landing gracefully in front of him.

"Are you hungry?" the Jedi asked. At Buffy's nod, he went on, "I was thinking we could go on a picnic."

"To the park?" There were a lot of pretty parks on Naboo. They reminded Buffy of the good times in Sunnydale when she and her friends had taken time off from studying and slaying to goof around like normal teenagers.

"I was thinking of finding somewhere more... private," replied Obi-Wan. For months now a scene had been playing out in his mind of him and Buffy picnicking in a meadow with a dramatic waterfall behind them. "On the drive over I saw the ideal spot. I thought it might be a fun thing for us to do."

Walking beside him, Buffy raised an eyebrow and teased, "Picnics in isolated meadows? Exactly what sort of fun are you thinking of, Mr Kenobi?"

Unabashed, he replied, "Romantic fun."

"Romantic fun? And you wearing your Jedi robes too."

"Ah, one of the first things a Jedi learns is how to remove his robe quickly. It's all part of a padawan's training."

"Like levitating things," replied Buffy, not meeting his eyes.

Obi-Wan's lips twitched. "Now that, is something I'm very keen to practice."

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A/N;

Did you miss me?

Blackhat has not got back to me with a beta. I will alter if anyone sees a mistake. If he sends the beta through I will upload again

This chapter has been awful to write due to the mystery illness I've been suffering from since New Year finally coming to a head. I am now on anti-biotics and anti-histamines after having phone call consultation with the dr. We are on lockdown.
Anyway, I haven't been able to concentrate for more than a few minutes at a time due to fatigue.

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