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A week later Entertainment Tonight covered the story of Michael Jackson's purchase of the palatial Sycamore Valley Ranch in Santa Ynez emphasizing the vastness and magnificence of the property. Michael was pleased.

"Twenty-seven hundred acres, Michael! What will tu do with it all? I mean, you're bound to wander off and get lost," Mark teased, sitting back in his chair.

"Goody. Then I won't have to deal with you!" They both tittered. "I, um...haven't told the family yet though so,...blanket me, K?"

"More lies to the family, huh?" Michael glared at him. Mark sat up and continued, "what happens when Pappa Joe finds out you're not up in your room playing with your toys?" Michael sighed and adjusted his jacket.

"Well, I'll worry about that when the time comes. I mean, I can mover out if I want...it was time." Then he added, "By the way, thank tu Mark, tu can keep your your job." Michael giggled flashing his inumerous white teeth. Mark smiled and winked.