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<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">Andy Dufresne, who crawled through a riverof shit and came out clean on the other side. Andy Dufresne, headed for thePacific.</p><p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal"><span>Those of us who knew him best talk abouthim often, I swear, the stuff he pulled. Sometimes it makes me sad, though,Andy being gone. I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to becaged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part ofyou knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. But still, the place youlive in is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone. I guess I just missmy friend.</span></p><p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family...