James Gideon: James is Jude’s father. A shrewd business man; James Gideon is all business. He is a loving husband and father of two. James is very strict and has high expectations for his son who has come short of meeting those expectation more often than not. He wishes his son would find direction and pursue something worth while. He eventually gets his son a Job at the museum as a information clerk.
Ruth Gideon: Ruth is Jude’s Mother. Ruth works with her husband at the antiques and book store. She is a loving wife and mother of two. Ruth is very nurturing and creative. She also has high exceptions for Jude.
Rachel Gideon: : Rachel is Jude’s younger sister. She is currently a high school freshman . Unlike Jude she takes after her father and is disciplined in her studies. She looks up to Jude though she'd never admit it.
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One by one we bite the dust Kick the bucket and begin to rust Give up the ghost when your numbers up we all fall down! Ashes to ashes and bones to paste! You wither away in ur resting place! eternity in a wooden case! we all fall down!
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One by one we bite the dust Kick the bucket and begin to rust Give up the ghost when your numbers up we all fall down! Ashes to ashes and bones to paste! You wither away in ur resting place! eternity in a wooden case! we all fall down!
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One by one we bite the dust
Kick the bucket and begin to rust
Give up the ghost when your numbers up
we all fall down!
Ashes to ashes and bones to paste!
You wither away in ur resting place!
eternity in a wooden case!
we all fall down!
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We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
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One by one we bite the dust
Kick the bucket and begin to rust
Give up the ghost when your numbers up
we all fall down!
Ashes to ashes and bones to paste!
You wither away in ur resting place!
eternity in a wooden case!
we all fall down!
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The enemy isn't men, or women, or the old, or even the dead.
It's just bloody stupid people.
Who come in all shapes and sizes.
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We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
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The enemy isn't men, or women, or the old, or even the dead.
It's just bloody stupid people.
Who come in all shapes and sizes.
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We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.