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Bloody Tears	By : bloodyreign Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1170 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I entered the class room, ignoring the bunch of girls in the middle of the room who were arguing over who would sit next to that pesky Uchiha boy. I went quietly to my seat in the back of the classroom and sat down, clutching my black notebook to my chest. My black notebook was filled with my memories, thoughts, drawings and even poems. I had two pens, one with black ink and one with my blood as ink.
I’d arrived at the Leaf Village shortly after my fifth birthday and I’ve been here ever since. I’d made two friends, Hinata Hyuuga being one of them. I sat by her whenever I could and, right now, I was sitting by her. I smiled at her.
She smiled back.
“Hi, Hinata. How are you?”
“I-I’m fine. You?”
“Okay. Did you sleep well?” When I’d first met Hinata, she stuttered every word, but after spending so much time with me, she didn’t stutter or blush as much. She still stuttered and blushed, just not nearly as much.
She nodded. “Yes.” She pointed at my notebook. “H-have you drawn anything?”
I nodded quickly. “Yes. Want to see?” I handed her the notebook. She was the only one I let see it.
Someone plopped down next to me. Kiba, probably. He was my other friend.
I turned and smiled at him. “Hi.”
He beamed. “Hey, Star! How are you?”
Akamaru jumped over onto my lap to snuggle, then went back to Kiba.
“I’m good. Thanks. You?”
“Pretty good.” He leant around me, smiling at Hinata. “Hey, Hinata.”
“H-hi,” she said, looking up from my notebook with a shy smile and a blush. She looked back down at the notebook.
“So how’d ya sleep?”
“Pretty good,” I replied. “You?”
“Great! Man, I woke up today so excited! Graduated and all that, you know.”
I smiled. I did know. “It’s great, that’s for sure.” I felt someone enter the room and turned to look.
Neji. His cold, silver eyes met mine and, like they usually do, his eyes reminded me greatly of my father’s eyes. He nodded once at me, then continued on as though nobody else existed. He seemed to notice me, but he didn’t seem to notice anyone else.
When I turned back around, I saw Naruto get knocked into the Uchiha--and I couldn’t help but laugh quietly.
Uchiha’s eyes met mine and they were deadly with anger. We held eyes, neither one of us daring to look away first, and nobody seemed to notice.
Nobody but Hinata and Kiba. “Boy, you two should really tone down the hatred,” Kiba joked. “Any more anger in that look, we’ll all be burnt up by a fireball!” His voice was soft, but joking.
Hinata’s hands closed around my arm and she kind of cowered against me, in kind of a protective, but scared way.
Naruto blocked my gaze, effectively breaking up the staring contest, and I looked away. “It’s okay, it’s over. He just has some pride issues.” I said it loud enough so he could hear me and was rewarded with a low growl.
He stood quickly and was turning toward me with a scowl when Iruka-Sensei came in, forcing him to be seated once more.
I smirked. “Saved by the sensei,” I mouthed.
He glared at me, jaw hard and tight with anger, black eyes roiling, then turned away as though I didn’t exist.
“Okay, so you’ve all graduated from the academy. Next thing to do is to be assigned teams.”
I gave a hopeful smile to Hinata and Kiba, locking arms with the three of them. “Hopefully we’ll get lucky.”
“Since there’s an usual amount of students this year, there will be one team that will hold four students and one Sensei.” He looked around. “I don’t know how long that will last, so good luck to the ones who get into the team of four.”
I looked over at Kiba, saying softly, “You’re going to get stuck with Ino.”
He chuckled. “You’ll get stuck with Uchiha, then.”
“Don’t even say that in jest!” I gasped, pretending to die. “Hinata will get stuck with Naruto,” I teased softly so nobody would hear.
She blushed. “Shh!”
“And Team 7 will be . . . Uzumaki, Naruto . . . Haruna, Sakura. . . .”
At that, Naruto jumped up, screaming, “Yah!” and Sakura smacked her head off the table.
“Uchiha, Sasuke.”
Now their places were reversed, Naruto smacking his head and Sakura jumping up.
“And Windcan, Starlight.”
I froze, body tense and unyielding.
“Iruka-Sensie, why does a great Ninja like me have to be with a slouch like Sasuke?”
“Because Sasuke has the highest scores. You, Naruto, had the lowest.”
“Just be sure not to get in my way . . . loser,” Sasuke said.
The sound of his voice made my irritation rise and Hinata put an arm around my shoulders. “It’ll be okay,” she said softly. “It will be, really.”
Kiba put his arm around my waist. “I feel bad now.”
“For what?”
“Saying you were going to get stuck with Uchiha.”
I leant my head against his shoulder. “It’s not your fault.”
“But I still feel bad.”
I caught the end of Iruka-Sensei’s sentence, “Inuzuka, Kiba . . . Hyuuga, Hinata and Aburame, Shino.”
I glanced over at Shino. He looked unmoved. Kiba and Hinata were smiling, but still looked worried. “At least you two get to be together,” I mumbled.
“Don’t kill anyone, Star,” Kiba said seriously.
I nodded. “I’m working on it.”
The Uchiha chose that moment to turn and his eyes met mine, a challenge deep in his eyes and a smirk on his face.
I held his eyes, scowling. Iruka-Sensei dismissed us and I stood, still holding his eyes.
He stood, too, and neither one of us moved until the classroom was empty and I’d waved off Kiba and Hinata. Once it was just us, he made his way up to me, scowl replacing that smirk. “Thought that was funny, did you?”
I knew instantly what he was talking about. “Yes. It was very funny. I bet Naruto has been scared straight . . . literally. Kissing you would make anyone like the opposite sex,” I said, offhandedly.
His eyes darkened. “Kissing you would make them burn their lips off.”
I smirked. “Anyone who kissed me would already have had their lips burnt off. I don’t like being kissed.”
“Yet you think it was funny Naruto got knocked into me.”
“Oh, yes, very much so. I just wish I had a camera. In fact, I may draw that and post it everywhere!” I said, smiling.
“You’re a pest,” he spat. “And you’re going to ruin the team and slow me down.”
I glared at him. “I’m not the one with the ego problem, Uchiha!”
His jaw tightened. “I see why you’re all alone. Your family probably left you behind! I’ll bet they’re glad to be rid of you.”
For a moment, I was unable to say anything. Anger and depression welled in me. My eyes narrowed, I started to say something, but could think of no comeback.
“What’s wrong? Can’t deny it?”
As fast and hard as I could, I placed both hands on his chest and shoved, then ran from the room. I could feel my eyes burning with rage and tears. I ran to my favorite spot, the place I took nobody to, the place I was always alone in. I sat down on the rock that hung slightly over the river and fought against the tears.
A sound behind me made me whirl. Neji Hyuuga walked silently to me and sat next to me. “I heard the fight,” he said softly, looking into the water.
“Yea, well, he’s just lucky I didn’t . . . I-I didn’t hurt him. . . .”
“He’s wrong, you know. You’re not a pest.”
This made me look up at him in shock. What was Neji doing here, talking to me, when he hated everyone and saw them all inferior to him? Why stoop low to talk to me?
He didn’t meet my eyes or even look at me. He just sat there for a few minutes in silence before he said, “Your past is dark, Star, and destiny has been unkind to you. I find . . . I can relate to you, even like you, without talking to you.”
“But I’m friends with Hinata. You hate her.”
He shrugged. “Yes, I do resent her, but watching you with her, I’ve come to see that she’s not responsible for everything I’ve been through. I cannot blame her for my problems.”
“Neji. . . .”
“I’ve read your notebook, when Hinata brought it home once. I saw what was inside.” He looked at me then. “Your notebook is much like you. The outside is beautiful and doesn’t seem like much, but the inside . . . the inside is dark and filled with intense feelings and more beauty.” His eyes searched mine. “Do not let that Uchiha bring you down. Your father gave his life so that you would live on. He would not have done that if he didn’t know you were worthy of it.” He touched my cheek gently. “And your eyes . . . you mention them a lot, in the notebook. I don’t think the similarity of your eyes to mine . . . or the rest of the Hyuuga Clan is a coincidence. I think somehow you’re part of us. Have you ever tried to control your eyes, instead of fighting them?”
I shook my head.
“That is why it is so painful for you. You have to let it happen, let it take its course, not fight it. If you fight it, then it’s going to hurt, but give in to it, then tame it. It will make you stronger.” His eyes changed slightly, lighting up. “I think you’re more than what you seem to be. Maybe your father was a Hyuuga, maybe not, but you need to let your eyes take on their true form, just as you need to take on yours.” He dropped his hand and looked back toward the water. “I can help you, if you wish, teach you the Hyuuga way. Maybe you can master it, just as I have.”
“You . . . you’re offering to train me?”
“No.” He paused. “I’m offering to teach you to be yourself. I’m offering to teach you to control your eyes to the best of your abilities.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “Maybe because I don’t find you annoying. Maybe I’m just tired of training with weak people. You’re strong, Star. One day, I want to fight you. For now, I am happy to call you friend, if that’s okay.”
I nodded. “Y-yes! I mean, I don’t see why you’d want to be friends with someone like me, b-but thank you, I am honored.”
He smiled slightly and turned his face to me. “Maybe because the original appeal to you was that I find you very beautiful. I ignored that until I saw the notebook. Then I began to watch you closer, to observe you. I’ve come to decide I want to be friends.” Once more, he placed his hand against my cheek, eyes locked on mine. “At least, for now.” He dropped his hand and stood. “Ignore Sasuke. He’s just a pampered little boy mourning the loss of his childhood.” And he was gone.
I stood, brushed myself off and stared after him, then turned and left to find Hinata and Kiba and Akamaru. Once I did, I ran up to them, tackling Kiba instantly.
He let out a yip and we fell to the ground, wrestling. We turned on Hinata as one and advanced. She ran and we chased her, Akamaru joining in. We ended up under a big oak tree and laughing. “Boy, that was something I needed,” I said. “You guys are the best.”
Kiba grinned. “Of course we are! Though Hinata needs to stop being so shy.”
“And you need to stop being such a tease,” she said softly, smiling.
“And I need to stop trying to kill everyone,” I chimed in.
“Not everyone, just Uchiha.”
That reminded me. “Hey, Hinata, where’s my notebook?”
She paled. “I-I left it in the classroom with you.”
I froze. “I thought you had it.” In an instant, I was up and running to the classroom, the three of them at my heels. I burst into the room, ran up to my spot, but my notebook was gone. “Shit,” I said softly. “Where did it go?”
Kiba took a deep breath. “You and Uchiha were both here, so I smell both of you and your notebook. I don’t know if he took your notebook. I can’t tell.”
“If that boy took my notebook, I’ll make mincemeat out of him,” I growled. I could feel my bloodlust rising inside me. As much as I hated him, that boy had a very ambrosial blood scent. I could easily imagine myself tearing his throat out. An evil smile curled my lips upward at the thought.
Kiba laughed. “All right, we’re going blood hunting!”
Hinata grabbed his arm. “I think she should do this herself,” she said softly, studying me.
I nodded, trying to curb the evil smile, turned and walked off, following the scent of Uchiha. I found him shortly later, leaning against a tree, my notebook open in his hands, eyes on me. The usual anger or scowl or hatred in his eyes was gone, replaced by mild curiosity and something deeper, something with a taste of sadness to it. “Uchiha,” I spat. “My notebook.”
He glanced down at it, shrugged, closed it and put it between his back and the tree, leaning on it. “I’m not done reading it.”
“Give it back.” I stalked closer to him.
“When I’m finished.”
“No, you’ll give it back now.” I walked until I was toe-to-toe with him. “Well?”
“Fight me for it,” he said. The usual sneer in his voice was gone. He said it like he really meant it.
I looked up the two inches at him. “What?”
“Fight me for it or wait until I’m finished with it. Those are your only two choices.” I reached around him for my notebook and he grabbed my arm. “Now, now, don’t be in such a rush.”
“Give me my notebook, Uchiha.”
He leant in just slightly. “Fight me for it.”
The way he said that made my legs shake slightly, made me back away.
“Afraid?” he asked, voice low, smooth, stepping away from the tree. “Fight me, if you can. . . .”
I launched at him, then, yanking out a kunai from one of my wrist sheaths, aiming to cut across his cheek.
He was just suddenly gone. A moment passed and he was at my back, a kunai at my throat. “What’s wrong, Star?” he purred. “Too fast for you?”
I elbowed back--but met empty air. The next second, I was pinned against the tree, his hand at my throat, his eyes locked on mine. I gasped. He was fast, I’d give him that. “This isn’t fair,” I said.
“Why not?”
“I-I can’t fight like this.” I hadn’t had blood in two days. My lips were pale pink and my powers were greatly lowered than what they should be.
He smirked. “Oh, I know all about your bloodlust. I’ve read enough of the notebook to know that. I also know how special your blood is and what you can do.” The smirk faded. “I even know your past and what you want to do.”
I growled at him. “You know nothing.”
“I know about your father. About his eyes--about your eyes.” He studied me for a second, the released me and walked off just a bit, turning to the side. “I know about what happened to your family, that you watched your mother die and still remember it. I know that your eyes match the Hyuuga bastard’s eyes, as did your father’s. I know the emphasis he put on your eyes. I know everything that was written in this book about your past.” He looked at me, body still turned to the side. “So I know that you want revenge on the man who killed your family.”
“Give me my notebook, Uchiha.”
He shook his head. “I’m not done with it.”
“It’s not yours.”
He shrugged. “What is the point of trying to get it back now that I’ve read it?”
“Because it’s mine.”
He gave me a look. “Fight me, win and I’ll give you the notebook. Lose and I’m not giving it back until I’m finished with it.”
“I can’t fight like this!” I said.
“Then you’ll lose automatically.”
I glared at him.
“Fight me, Star. Fight or give up the notebook.”
“If you’ve read that much of the notebook, then you know that I’m in a weakened state and can’t fight right now. Tonight is the night I go off and hunt. I can’t fight until tomorrow.”
“Well, then . . . I guess you give the notebook up. Don’t worry, you’ll get it back.” He was just suddenly gone--then behind me, a kunai poised at my throat. “When I’m done with it.” Then he vanished.
I growled. “Get back here with that!”
“Having problems?” a voice asked.
I turned, letting out a sigh. “Neji!”
“Want me to get it back for you?”
As much as I respected Neji and knew he was strong, I didn’t want to pair him off with Uchiha. “No, I’ll get it. Thanks.”
“So when should we start the training?” he asked. “I was going to wait longer, but I’ve come to realize your eyes can’t wait.”
I shrugged. “Any time.”
“Tomorrow, after your first day with your Sensei. You know where I live.”
I nodded. “Neji?”
“Hm?”
“Thanks.” A small smile came from me. “For what you said earlier.”
He smiled back slightly. “You’re welcome.”
“Why did you . . . say it?”
“Because it would be a shame to see someone strong as you break.” He came closer, slowly, until he was two feet from me. “Are you okay now?”
I nodded. “Yes, thank you for asking. Thank you more for caring. But why do you care?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know why. I just do. I’ve watched you and Hinata become closer and closer for years now. I watched you grow up and you would always smile at me or nod at me. You didn’t act like I didn’t exist.” Another shrug. “I don’t know, it just made me like you more.”
I smiled. “You pretend to be all tough and hard, but you’re really not.”
“I am, just not to people that don’t deserve it.”
“And I don’t?”
He shook his head. “No, you don’t.” He walked toward me until he was less than a foot away and reached out one hand. “You are possibly the only person I can say this to, but I don’t want to be cold to you.” His hand dropped away and he turned and started to leave. “Tomorrow, after you meet with your Sensei,” was his parting remark.
I almost called after him, almost asked him how he knew I had a meeting with Sensei, but I figured he probably had the same meeting with his own. I turned away, walked off, wondering what it was about my eyes that was so . . . so special.
I guess, one day, I’d find out.
Wouldn’t I?
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It was much later that night that I went hunting. I planned to go to the Bloody Rose to find a willing donor or two, maybe even three, fill up on as much blood as I could and possibly take a vial of blood from someone for the road. I wanted to be as strong as I possibly could for the fight with Uchiha that I knew would occur in the next few days. I would train later tomorrow--or today, actually, since it was past midnight--with Neji until I couldn’t stand and I would drink from the vial I’d brought with me and continue to train as hard as I could. I wanted to make damn sure I could beat him.
I stepped into the club, scanning the club. I was wearing the black, bloody rose that was required of the blood drinkers so that donors could find them. I went up to the counter, still scanning the crowd. There had to be someone of slight use in here.
“Good evening, Star,” Matt, the bartender greeted me. “You here for blood again?”
I nodded. As long as you wear a black, bloody rose pinned to the front of your shirt--which is given to you the first time you show up at the Bloody Rose--you were allowed into the club, no matter your age. Without it, you were not allowed inside the club if you weren’t 21 or older.
Someone was coming up to me. A girl, about fifteen. She had flaming red hair and grey eyes, freckled. The blood scent that came from her was very . . . sweet. I didn’t like sweet. “Hey. You a blood drinker?”
Pinned to her chest was a black, bloody rose. “Yes.”
“One of my friends is a donor. If you want-”
“No, thanks.” These kinds of blood drinkers pimped out their own donors. It’s why I didn’t take a permanent donor. “I can find my own.” I waved her off, then turned around to scan the other side. There was an appetizing scent coming from a shy, timid girl that I instantly recognized--my jaw dropped. “Hinata?!” I hurried over to her. “What are you doing here?”
Beside her was Kiba. Akamaru was not in sight. “We came looking for you. I thought it would be interesting to see-”
A blood drinker came up and stared at Hinata in a sneer. I growled at him and pulled Hinata to my side. “Mine,” I growled. “Go.” He growled back. “Want to fight for her? You’ll lose, creeper. She can beat you by herself.” When he turned away and left, I turned back to Kiba. “You two are in tremendous danger! Do you realize that?!”
Kiba nodded. “Honestly, we followed someone here. . . .”
I stiffened. “Who?”
“Some guy in a black cloak. He was following you. Akamaru caught his scent and warned me. I went to get Hinata and we followed him here. We lost him once he got inside, but we didn’t want you alone.”
“How did you two get in? You’re not twenty-one!” I whispered.
They both transformed to adults, then canceled and were kids again. “Simple.”
I growled, looking around. “Stay here.” I took my bloody rose off and slapped it onto Kiba’s chest. “You’ll need this. I need to find a donor. Stay next to Hinata and pretend she’s your permanent donor.” I moved away, went back to that red haired girl. “I’ve changed my mind. I’d be glad to take you up on your offer.”
She smiled. “Great, I have three candidates.”
“I’ll need blood from one of them and I want one vial filled from another. Got it?”
“Can you pay for it?”
I pulled a twenty out. “This is for the vial.” I pulled out a fifty. “This is for the blood.”
She nodded, took me to two guys and a girl. I chose the brunette boy to feed off of and the blonde boy to fill the vial up with. Then I went back to Hinata and Kiba. I took my rose back. “Transform. Now. And let’s go home.”
They transformed and we went outside, where Akamaru was waiting for us. “What now?” Kiba asked.
“Now we go home.”
“That’s it? We don’t try to find the guy?”
I shook my head. “You won’t find him.” I started walking. “He’s long gone. He vanished when he realized you two were following him and he’s not coming back.”
“Actually,” someone said from behind me. I recognized that voice and stiffened. “He vanished when he realized I was onto him.” I turned to find Sasuke step out from the darkness. “He caught sight of me when I followed him into the club. He didn’t care you two were following him. He was leading you there for something, but I screwed up his plan.”
Something felt wrong about this. Why would Uchiha have followed him? “Really?”
He walked closer. “Really. I don’t know what his plan was.”
“Why don’t you walk us to the village, Sasuke? That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” I asked nicely.
He smiled. Sasuke never smiled. He smirked. “That would be nice!”
I turned my back and concentrated on my mental powers. I hadn’t done this since I was four, but I focused exclusively on Kiba, since he was the strongest out of him and Hinata. Kiba, I mentally said into his mind, forcing him to hear me.
He stiffened, looked around. “Did you hear that?”
Kiba, it’s Star. I’m speaking telepathically with you. Just think back. Don’t speak out loud. I met his eyes, nodded.
“Never mind, I guess I didn’t hear anything. . . . Must be jumpy,” he said, relaxing. How do I know it’s really you? Say something only Star would.
Uchiha is a spoiled, pampered little brat. Why would he do something like following someone to help me, you or Hinata out? Think carefully on that subject, Kiba. The Uchiha with us right now is not real.
Kiba met my eyes again, worry in them. How do you know?
My ability to scent someone? It’s not him. His blood is marginally different. Smell him, Kiba. You’ll smell it, too.
He took a deep breath, then nodded. “Smells nice out here,” he commented. “Doesn’t it, Sasuke?”
“Yes. It smells awesome!” He smiled again.
I nearly growled out loud. See?
I see. It’s not him.
I thought so. I need you to do me a favor. You need to veer off about five miles before we get to the village gate. Say you’re going home or something, but hide off somewhere in the brush. Got it?
Yes. I’ll stay out of sight and smell.
I’ll contact you this way when I need you again. I shut him out, then focused on Hinata. Hinata, can you hear me? Don’t say anything out loud. It’s Star.
She stiffened slightly. Star?
Yes.
What are you doing?
Speaking telepathically with you. Listen closely, Hinata. The guy with us is not Uchiha. It’s an impostor. I need you to do something for me.
What is it?
About five miles before we get to the gate of the village, I need you to go ahead of us, run ahead to get Neji. Find some excuse to get him here, say Star needs him. Do something, anything, to get him here. We’ll need him. Afterward, lead him to the village gate, where we’ll be. Okay? Get him here as soon as possible. Can you handle that?
Yes. I got it! I noticed, offhandedly, that she didn’t stutter in her own mind. Hm. I saw her shoulders square as she took her position seriously.
I’m signing out now. I cut her out, smiled at Sasuke. “So what’s-” Kiba, now!
Right! “Um, hey, I’ve got to go. Akamaru wants to run.” He turned, winked and veered off into the nearby forest.
Hinata stared at me.
It’s okay, Hinata, I calmed her. It’s planned.
She nodded, turned to watch his departure. “Have fun!” A few more feet and she glanced at me. I nodded and her eyes went wide. I almost believe her when she stopped and nearly squealed, “Oh, my Gosh! I-I ne-need to get home! My dad will kill me!” She ran off, quickly.
“Guess that leaves me and you,” I said, yawning. He nodded, eyes intent on me, silent. We continued to walk until we hit the village gate. The closer I got to the gate, the more I could feel Neji and Hinata’s presence. I smiled to myself and turned to face the fake. “Okay, out with it. Who are you?”
His eyes went wide. “What are you talking about?”
Hinata and Neji, Byakugan activated in both, suddenly just appeared. “Reveal your true identity or come to terms with your demise,” Neji said, voice cool, deadly.
“Whoa, Neji, hold it! You know who I am!” the strangely familiar voice said as Neji stepped closer. The transformation jutsu wore off and Naruto stood there, holding his hands out in surrender. “It’s just me! I thought I’d try my hand at pretending to be Sasuke!” He put his hand behind his head and chuckled sheepishly. “I guess I suck at it!”
Neji studied him. “Star?”
I sniffed him cautiously. “It’s Naruto.”
Neji’s eyes returned to normal, but Hinata--strangely--was nowhere to be seen. I smiled and Neji seemed to relax just slightly. “What were you doing?”
“I cloaked myself and followed Star because I was going to try to pretend to be Sasuke because tomorrow I have a plan and I need to be able to pretend to be Sasuke and I figured who better to practice on than Star because she and Sasuke are always fighting, you know, so I was going to practice on her and see how well I did and--well, there it is.” He chuckled again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause you to be on your guard like that! I really thought I could pull it off.”
I shook my head. “Naruto!” I growled. “In order to pretend to be Sasuke, you would have to stop being nice, stop being bouncy and hyper and just answer things with one word answers and keep things short and to the point.” I shook my head again. “Which you are not good at.”
He blushed. “Well, you see, I need to get good at it before tomorrow if I’m going to pull off my plan!”
“Good luck with that, loser,” I said, waving him off.
“You won’t help?”
“I just did. I have to go to sleep, Naruto, so should you. We have to meet our Sensei tomorrow. I suggest you practice being short-tempered, sarcastic and a smart-ass, you’ll be fine.” I turned away. “Let’s go.”
I heard him sigh sadly. “I guess. . . .”
I growled. “Fine!” I turned to him, glaring. “You have ten minutes. Then I’m going to bed. Make it good. . . .”
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