The light within the den illuminates the numerous guests visiting the Niiya residence. Their appearances and disappearances occur like clockwork as each person enters the house in their grieving attire, quietly walks the hall of the house until arriving at the den, and then finds Teiichi and his mother within. Each pair of eyes focus on the portrait of the black-haired, older gentlemen before giving their condolences and bowing courteously. As each guest dismisses themselves, he or she glances at the two hosting the event. The woman lies in ruins as wails of pain escape her mouth every few minutes, tears blistering her now-stinging cheeks as her son's tears drop to the floor like water from a faucet. The morbid air remains stagnant as the last person shows themselves out of the house, leaving the residents in their despair. Minutes pass as the two anguish at their loss, Teiichi's hand finally brushing across his eyes. A low thud vibrates under him, bringing his attention to his mother. The sobbing woman's body lies hunching over, with her head lying firmly on the floor. The brimming pain inside Teiichi pushes outwards as he stands on his feet.

"Come on. Let's get you to your room."

Placing her arm around his shoulder, he hoists the woman into the air. The couple takes a couple of steps forward before Teiichi's feet stumble under the weight of the woman. Catching himself, he quickly improves his posture and continues his journey to her room. Throwing open the door, Teiichi's nostrils flare as the smell of alcohol drifts through the atmosphere, catching him a bit off-guard. Placing his mother's grief-stricken body in the a chair, his eyes scour the room in disgust. Alcohol cans and bottles litter the floor, and Teiichi kicks them out of the way in an attempt to reach his mother's futon. Rolling back the top layer, he assists her in getting into bed. Pulling the covers over her frail body, he calmly observes the woman's dying cries of pain as she gazes up at the ceiling.

"Are you going to be okay?"

Teiichi looks on as warm, fat tears roll from the woman's eyes. Breaking her sight from the ceiling, her body suddenly flips to the side, facing away from her concerned son. A hint of irritation sprouts from within the blonde due to his parent's behavior.

"I miss him too, Mom, but you can't go on like this. Do you think dad would have wanted you to act this way?"

Silence fills the room as Teiichi stares anxiously at his mother's side. His eyes roam the trash lining the floor, but still the woman says nothing, so Teiichi removes himself from the room and returns a minute later holding a trash bag. Spreading its lips, he traverses the room, gathering up the articles of filth surrounding him and tossing each piece individually into the bag. In mere minutes, the sound of bottles and cans colliding echoes in the room as the trash bag flied through the air and lands by the door. Placing himself by his mother's side, Teiichi looks on to her "slumbering" form as it rises and falls without any sign of sadness.

"You think I'm pathetic, don't you?"

Teiichi shakes his head before answering the woman.

"I don't think you're pathetic, but I think you may be taking this too hard."

The woman releases a light chuckle into the air.

"How do you feel right now?"

Teiichi's glance shifts to the floor as the ache in this chest emerges from its hiding place. His hand massages the area before shifting his gaze back towards her body.

"It hurts worse than cutting myself."

Silence fills the room once again as the two stare in their respective directions.

"Wait until you're in my shoes. It'll be a thousand times worse."

Teiichi's heart feels as though it's just exited his body. Taking heed to his mother's words, his mind carriers itself into a room filled with bottles, sobs, and darkness. His body erupts in shivers as the image plays out in his mind.

I don't think anything is worth going through that amount of pain and torment. I would rather stay single then have to deal with this.


Teiichi's hand slides across his forehead, wiping away the night's remnants from his face. His body remains still upon his futon, emotionless and without motivation. The feel of the early morning sun against his skin does little to change the looming dread of the day, and throwing back the covers, he removes himself from his resting place. The beckoning of his closet draws him in front of the door, and sliding the entrance to the side, his wardrobe graces presence of the sun. Abducting his outfit of the day from the racks, he closes the door and then turns and dresses himself. Steering himself out of the room, his footsteps echo softly within the hallways as he makes his way towards the kitchen. As he enters the room, the image of his mother sitting quietly at the table fills his vision. He takes a spot at the table with his guardian as she gives him a welcoming smile.

"Good morning, Dear."

Teiichi looks up at his mother and gives her a weak smile in return.

"Good morning."

The gloom in the air remains ever-present as the two take hold of their chopsticks.

"Thank you for the food," they say in unison, but Teiichi's voice lacks enthusiasm.

Teiichi's eyes stare at the meal in front of him, his chopsticks frozen in place while his mother grasps a collection of eggs. The batch of the eggs bounces around the woman's mouth until she sees her son staring blankly at his food. His guardian remains positive as the thorns around her heart tighten.

"Are you feeling well?"

Teiichi's gaze shifts to his mother before placing his chopsticks back on the table. The sadness slithers its way into the fragile male's heart and tugs at his organ, seeping into its cracks. Pushing himself back from table, he raises himself out of his seat and gives his mother a quick glance.

"Yeah, I'm just not hungry."

The woman places her chopsticks on the table before staring curiously up at her son. Pushing her chair back, she removes herself from its grip and takes a step towards him. Hearing her advance closer to his position, he takes a step away from her, halting her advance. Giving the young man a moment to sulk, she closes the distance again, but this time getting no reaction. This is when she takes her chance. Pulling Teiichi's head into her embrace, she places her chin atop his crown.

"Are you up for this today? You don't have to go if you don't want to."

The boy's vision fixates on the ground while resting his head on his mother's chest. The slow, steady beating of her heart reminds him of Yuuko's touch from yesterday.

"I want to go."

Releasing a breath of air onto his head, she lightly removes his head from her chest. With her hands firmly grasping his arms, she bends down, matching his height. Staring into her son's lost eyes, she rubs his head consolingly.

"Perhaps you should go lie back down. If you want, we can play a game or something."

Teiichi's head shakes back and forth before answering the woman's question.

"Don't worry about me. Perhaps some fresh air will help."

Removing himself from his mother's hold, the blonde turns his back to her, and bringing his gaze to the opening, his feet lead him out of his current location. As this happens, his mother places herself upright and peers at his departing body. Within moments, the sound of the door opening reaches her ear, followed shortly by the sound of a sharp close. Glancing over at the leftover rations on the table, she makes her way towards them with a brooding expression.

"How our roles have changed."


With the door closing firmly behind him, Teiichi's eyes glance up at the gray, oppressing sky.

"Of all days, why today?" he asks, releasing a sigh.

Teiichi lowers his sight before traversing the stone walkway and his yard. The streets of the town are relatively busy with the passing of cars and individuals racing to get to their destinations, but still he finds it so much better than inside. Rounding the first bend, he gazes upon the line of houses along the street. The sights and sounds of his surroundings slowly meld together as his thoughts rampage through his mind.

Today's a bit tougher than I thought it would be. There are just so many thoughts, questions, and emotions attached to this... I think I'm going to explode. Am I a bad person for wishing this could have happened to someone else?

The boy's voice trails off inside his mind as a figure suddenly appears beside him.

"What are you doing?"

Teiichi's attention snaps back into reality upon hearing a familiar voice. Turning his head, he's met by Kirie's stoic expression, her bag in tow.

"Oh. Good morning, Kirie," he greets her with a less-than-cheerful expression.

The two walk onwards with Teiichi's head glaring at the sidewalk and Kirie's vision periodically catching glances at him.

"Should you be walking around in the state that you're in?"

Teiichi's head remains fixated on the ground as the passing cars erase his silence.

"I'll be fine."

"You definitely don't look fine, and you were zoning out while walking. That's dangerous."

The fire inside of the boy's chest grows as Kirie's words prod at him.

"Do you know what it feels like to lose someone and you weren't even there when it happened?"

Kirie's helpful expression alters as her lips turn towards each other and her eyes shift away from Teiichi.

"Yes I do. My parents died in a car accident when I was at school one day," she says casually, causing the building flame to extinguish. "It was today of all days actually. What a coincidence."

"I didn't kn-"

"Why would you? I'm letting you know that in time the pain will still be there. However, it will lessen. At least that's how it is for me."

Kirie's words circle their way around the boy's mind, melding into his brain matter. Their steps come to a halt as Teiichi brings his gaze to the older teen.

"I appreciate you trying to cheer me up," he says, cracking a weak smile. "Also, thanks for walking me home last night."

The edges of Kirie's mouth curl upwards as the tone of her voice becomes more positive.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just happy you didn't take any potshots at me like you did Yuuko," she says, releasing a small chuckle.

Confusion seeps into the young man's mind as he draws a blank to Kirie's comment. Digging into the reaches of his brain, the tape of yesterday afternoon replays. Nearing the end of the recording, he finds the memory.

You're a ghost, how would you know how I feel?

His stomach churns lightly after recalling his insensitive comment. Moving his eyes away from Kirie, he begins once-again staring at the ground. As darkness falls over the scene, the sound of two familiar voices whispering penetrates the void, sending shivers up the boy's spine. A firm hand places itself on Niiya's shoulder, grasping his attention.

"Don't dwell on it too much. You were mad. It's understandable. Just try to think before you speak next time."

Her encouraging words fall short of their mark as the boy's appearance remains constant.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Kirie's hand withdraws from Teiichi's shoulders and repositions to her school bag.

"I have to get to school. I'm already late. Don't wonder around too much, Niiya."

With those parting words, Teiichi watches as Kirie's body distances herself from him. Without warning, he finds himself getting her attention again.

"Were you and Yuuko having a conversation about me while I was sleeping yesterday?"

Kirie's feet halt their advance towards the school as she looks back at him.

"Yeah. Why do you ask?"

Teiichi crosses his fingers as the next words escape his lips.

"What was it about?"

The boy's curious words cause the girl to smirk before turning her back to him again.

"Don't worry about it. It was nothing important. Just concentrate on feeling better, Niiya." And with that, she waves at him and walks away.

Massaging the thought within his mind for a second, Teiichi continues his walk. Within a few moments, he finds himself across the street from the ice-cream shop from his daydream. Checking both directions, Teiichi crosses the street and places his hands on the glass. The lights illuminate the multiple tables, chairs, and the counter with the glass sneeze-guard covering the dozens of buckets of ice cream.

"This really brings back memories."


Teiichi's gapes as he stares longingly at the multiple flavors of ice cream, his face pressed enthusiastically against the glass. The taller gentleman wearing a red jumpsuit stares down at the boy and runs his hand over his head.

"What flavor do you want, Son?"

Teiichi's eyes run the length of the glass multiple times before fixating on one brand. He points his finger on the window at his choice.

"I want that one."

The man gives his son a smile before shifting his gaze upwards to the blonde female behind the counter, wearing a brown apron.

"Cookies and cream is a great choice."

The woman grabs her scooper and rinses it as she readies the preparation for their order. Teiichi's eyes sparkle like a kid in an ice cream shop as he watches the frozen treat stand atop its cone. Reaching over the counter, the woman gives him the cone, causing his heart to explode with joy.

"Thank you!" he shouts, taking a lick on the delicious dessert.

The woman hands another cone to the man standing next to him. Bowing to the server, she maneuvers herself to the cash register. The electric whizzing of sounds fills the air before a number appears on the screen. Pulling money from his pocket, the male pays it and departs the store with Teiichi, the two soon journeying down the sidewalk with Teiichi mauling his food.

"Slow down," the man says, laughing at the boy.

"It's so good. I can't stop."

The two continue down the street until both the noises coming from Teiichi's mouth and his footsteps halt. The man beside him looks down to see his ice cream lying atop the warm concrete. The man lets out a laugh, causing Teiichi to turn red in the face, until suddenly an object appears in the child's line of sight that makes his heart rejoice. Taking the object from the male's grasp, he looks up and gives him a big smile.

"Thanks dad!" he says, giving the cone another lick.

"You shouldn't rush so much, Teiichi. Learn to savor things. You'll enjoy them much more."

Taking the man's words to heart, Teiichi calmly licks the sweet treat and lets its flavor absorb into his mouth.


Basking in the warmth of his memories, the blonde hold remains firm on the glass surface. In the back of his mind, the sound of light thumping is heard in the distance. Breaking his view from the glass, Teiichi steps away from the glass and turns his head. An object immediately thuds against his body, causing him to find himself colliding with the hard concrete. The crinkling of paper fills the air as his eyes look up once again. His vision comes in contact with a blonde girl about his age, squinting her eyes as her papers float towards the earth.

"Are you okay, Miss?"

Teiichi picks himself up from the ground. Knocking the dirt off of himself, he lends a helping hand to the young woman, and placing her hand into his, he assists her in standing up. Looking down at the ground, Teiichi mentally shakes his head at the papers littering the ground.

"I'm so sorry. I should have been paying attention," he says, bending over and collecting a couple of the fragments.

His glance unintentionally makes its way to the contents of the page. An eyebrow raises as her reads the wording aloud to himself.

"The Mysterious Akahito..."

His eyes shift upwards, catching a glimpse of the girl gathering the rest of the pages.

"Oh, it's my article for the newspaper club. I was doing research on some of the old customs around here and found this one. It seems that the people back in the day used to pay homage to a local deity from the mountain."

The expression on Teiichi's lips turn downward after hearing the girl's story.

The number of rumors and legends around this place… you'd think all they did was sit around and tell stories all day.

Focusing harder on the girl's face, a button in his mind clicks.

"Did I run into you in the hallway at school?"

The girl's brown eyes fixate on the young man for a second before redirecting them.

"We did run into each other. Talk about a coincidence. I guess I didn't do a good job of paying more attention to my surroundings, huh?"

Teiichi's head shakes as he hands the girl back her papers. Taking them from his grip, she rearranges them in the correct order before placing them in her bag.

"It's quite alright."

The clumsy girl's face quickly finds herself bowing to the young man.

"Where are my manners? I'm Momoe Okonogi. It's nice to meet you. I'm really sorry about running into you a second time."

"I'm Teiichi Niiya. It's nice to meet you, too," he responds with a weak smile.

"It's been fun talking to you, Teiichi, but I'm already late for school. Perhaps I will be able to converse with you another time," she says, accelerating past the young man.

Teiichi's eyes lock onto the image of her as she passes by him. The words from her encounter echo in his mind.

People back in the day used to pay homage to a local deity from the mountain.

In that instant, the image of the shrine within Yuuko's tomb flashes through his head.

"Excuse me, Momoe!"

The girl's footsteps stop their advance as she looks back at the contemplating male.

"Yes?"

Teiichi's vision locks onto the female, but his mind refuses to let him speak.

Is this really what I want to do with my time today? Am I just trying to hide my own sadness by occupying my time?

Breaking away from the hold his mind has over him, the words are able to freely leave his mouth.

"I would love to read your article if you don't mind. I'm doing research on a similar topic, and it would be greatly appreciated."

The girl looks at her bag and then back at Teiichi's downcast expression.

"This isn't completed yet, but if you'd like I could meet you after class and give it to you."

Teiichi hesitates for a moment as he contemplates on his situation.

"What would be a good place for you around 7pm?"

"Why not right here? My family owns the shop so it would be convenient for the both of us," she says, smiling at the young man.

"Okay. I'll be here at 7pm."

"I'll see you then," she says, immediately dashing towards the direction of Seikyou Academy.

Shifting his view towards the ice cream shop, he stares on for a moment before returning towards his home.


The late, overcast afternoon sky compliments the morbid atmosphere of the cemetery. Teiichi and his mother enter the cool and silent area as the wind forces the blades of grass to dance. Rows of stone monuments adorn the landscape as every so often the two see visitors coming and going. Following the stone walkway, they find themselves standing in front of the Niiya family plot. The silence surrounding them seems to intensify as they stare at the name 'Kei Niiya'. Water accumulates behind Teiichi's eyelids as the meaning of the marker digs deeper into his soul. Casting a glance in Teiichi's direction, the pain in his face transfers itself within his mother. Wanting to assist her son, she does the first thing that comes to mind.

"I hope all is well, Dear. Life's been a bit hectic since you've been gone, but we're managing pretty well. "

A brief silence rears its head as the woman develops her next thought.

"I have a part-time job looking after the parents of a couple of clients, so that eliminates my boredom a little. I think about you every day, though, and I hope you're not worrying about us too much."

She repositions herself in front of the grave and rubs her hands across its rough surface.

"I wonder what you're doing right now. Can you see me talking to you or are you in some far-away land? Perhaps you've started a new life somewhere else. Regardless, I love you very much and I look forward to seeing you again."

His mother steps away from the marker and place her hand on her son's shoulder. Giving him a light nudge, he steps forward, opening his eyes to the grave. Silence is all the young man is able to speak as his mother rubs her hand against his back.

"Go ahead, Teiichi."

He looks down at the grave and shutters a little at the sight of his father's name. Creating a fist with his hand, he fights back the sadness and finally speaks.

"I hope everything is going well for you. I'm doing the best I can in school, though my days seem to be getting more difficult."

Teiichi pauses as a tear rolls down his cheek.

"I miss you, Dad, and I hope to see you again one day."

Teiichi's mouth shuts tightly as the final words eat away at the young man's heart. His mother's emotions fluctuate between joyous and depressing as his words stroke at her emotions. Looking at Teiichi's tired face, she wears her normal smile before embracing the young man from behind.

"He's as shy as ever, Dear. I guess he doesn't want to tell you about the girl that keeps him up all night. From what I hear, his girlfriend is quite the catch. Like father, like son?"

The boy's face turns a bright shade of red as blood fills his pores.

"How many times do I have to tell you she's not my girlfriend?"

Laughter whizzes by his head as the woman releases her grip upon his neck. The warmth in the woman's heart intensifies as the negative expression on her son's face vanishes.

"See how he's reacting. He's even cuter now then he was when he was younger."

Teiichi cheeks fill with air and poke to the side while his mother gives him a bigger smile. Moments later, the two stare at each other with comforting grins, soon casting their glance back at the marker. Standing next to each other, they notice that the suffocating clouds begin to vanish from overhead.


Yukariko and Kirie's long faces stare deeply at the multiple gravestones at the Kanoe family plot. The names etched on the stones come to life as the rays of the sun fill them with its light. Yukariko's eyes close as she does a silent prayer to her ancestors. Kirie's eyes traverse the multitude of names present. Her eyes glance over her parent's names, which claws at the girl's heart for a moment.

I hate coming here.

Placing her hands to her chest, she massages the area over her heart and removes the cause from her sight. Examining the plots like she has multiple times before, her eyes skim across the names of relatives she knows nothing of and probably never will. At a final pass, she finds her grandmother's name located on a gravestone, filled-in with red ink. Looking closely, Kirie notices the names Yukariko, Yuri, and Jin Kanoe are the only ones present.

Yuuko's name isn't on any of these graves, she thinks to herself, casting her gaze to the opened eyes of her grandmother. That's depressing. Maybe she pissed off the wrong people, or maybe she's just too much of an embarrassment to claim.

Yukariko notices Kirie's glance and moves her vision towards her.

"Is something the matter?"

Kirie remains silent for a moment, letting her thought cross her mind.

Should I really ask the question? She'll more than likely get upset, but I want to know.

Her curiosity pokes at her with a devilish grin. Her grandmother's stare in conjunction with the building suspense makes her crack.

"I see a grave for you with your parent's, but I don't see one for Yuuko. Why is that?"

Silence once-again fills the air as Yukariko's vision moves towards her parent's gravestone. Staring at the red ink filling in her name causes her blood to boil.

"It's because that girl doesn't deserve to be buried with us," she says, turning away from the area and walking away.

Kirie's eyes widen as the venom in her grandmother's words seeps through the air. Seeing her relative walking away, she slowly follows behind her. The heat building in the woman's veins slowly dies down as the two make their way to the entrance of the cemetery. Coming to an intersection, the Kanoes come into contact with a familiar face.

"Good afternoon, Kirie and chairwoman. How are you?"

Kirie snaps out of her daze as the familiar voice of the young man enter her ears.

"I'm doing well," The older woman answers.

"I'm alright, Niiya. Wait, how do you know that my grandmother's the chairwoman?"

"I met her before summer break on Kaede Hill."

Teiichi feels a slight pinch on the back of his arm after answering the girl's question. Turning his head towards his mother, he sees a curious look on her face.

"Is this your girlfriend, Teiichi?"

Teiichi gives the woman a death-glare while Kirie's eyes widen in surprise.

"You can't just blurt stuff like out, Mom," he says, turning his head towards the blushing female.

His mom gives him a light laugh before bowing towards the strangers.

"I'm Teiichi's mother, Chizuru Niiya. It's nice to meet the both of you."

Yukariko gives the woman a slight chuckle before bowing her head in Chizuru's direction.

"I'm Yukariko Kanoe and this is my granddaughter, Kirie Kanoe. It's nice to meet you."

Staring towards Kirie, she gives her a quick smile.

"I didn't realize you had a boyfriend. You've grown up so fast."

Kirie's face turns bright red as she stares back at her grandmother.

"He's not my boyfriend."

"What she said," Teiichi adds.

Removing the smile from her face, Yukariko focuses her attention back on the other two. In the moments of declining laughter, Yukariko's head suddenly feels a jolt of electricity, bringing her to speak.

"Excuse me for asking, but would you happen to be of any relation to Suguchi Niiya?"

"Why yes. That was my grandfather's name," Chizuru answers with a smile on her face.

Yukariko's heart-rate increases and her happier expression returns to its earlier demeanor as she looks at the two. Graciously bowing before their company, Yukariko gives them a polite smile before addressing them again.

"It was nice meet you two, but Kirie and I must depart. I hope you two have a safe journey home."

The sudden change in her grandmother's mood causes Kirie's eyes to shift towards her as she proceeds past the Niiyas. As the Kanoes make it close to the entrance of the cemetery, Kirie decides to break the silence.

"Is something wrong, Grandmother?"

Yukariko's heart-rate decreases as the distance between the mom and son duo grows.

"It's nothing at all."


The door to the ice-cream shop opens, granting Teiichi access to its busy innards. The conversations blaring through the establishment drowns out Teiichi's thoughts. Picking a table against the wall, he takes a seat in the wooden chair, and staring outside the window, he gazes on at the children passing by and the cars roaming the streets. Within moments, Teiichi's partner comes through the door. Looking around, she spots him near the window.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting long," she says, taking a seat.

"Not at all," he answers honestly, shaking his head.

Reaching into her bag, she pulls out a stack of paper and hands them to Teiichi. Taking the pages into his possession, the boy stares intently at the title before turning the page. As his eyes skim through the pages, he can feel his insides begin to bubble at every mention of the words 'sacrifice' and 'god'. The stack of papers slap the table top as his glare focuses towards the bright ceiling.

This Akahito would choose another to be sacrificed to appease the mountain god. Due to the nature of the ritual, the person choosing usually hid their face, as condemning someone else would prove to be a heavy burden. I wonder if this is what happened to Yuuko. That shrine is down there with her body.

Momoe glances at him for a second, before looking down at the pages.

"It's disturbing to say the least. From what I could find, though, the last time this happened was several hundred years ago. You know how things were back in the dark ages."

"It's still sad that stuff like this happened in this past," he says, shaking his head.

Momoe stares at the boy's disappointed face. Removing her cell phone from her bag, she quickly jumps up from the table.

"I'm sorry, but I have to get home. If you like, you can stop by the newspaper club. We have a collection of material similar to this lying around."

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea," he answers with little thought.

"I'll see you then," she says, removing herself from the table and exiting the establishment.

Teiichi casts his glance down on the paper once more before taking it into his hand and leaving.


The door to the Niiya household opens, letting in the early evening light. Kicking off his shoes, Teiichi peers down the corridor with papers in hand.

"I'm home!"

His mother's footsteps come from the back of the house, bringing with it a nice smile. As he takes a step into the hallway, she notices him carrying a stack of papers.

"Welcome home, Teiichi. What do you have there?"

"It's an article," he replies a little dryly.

Her lips turn up as she looks at her son's unhappy face.

"Are you still mad at me about earlier?"

Teiichi lets her question hang in the air a little before gracing it with an answer.

"Perhaps."

A light chuckle fills the hallway, causing his mouth to pucker.

"How was I supposed to know that wasn't the girl? I though you said her name was Yukina or Karin or something along those lines. Look at it this way, you're feeling better than you were earlier today, right?"

A burst of air leaves the boy's mouth as he continues towards the living area of the house, his mother close behind him.

"Her name is Yuuko, Mom, and stop calling her my girlfriend. I am feeling better, but that doesn't mean you should do whatever you want."

The woman hits herself on the head.

"I'm sorry about that," she says with a nervous chuckle, disregarding his late comment. "What is Yuuko's last name?"

Teiichi withholds his answer for a minute.

"It's Kanoe."

His mother tilts her head and stares at the young man.

"Kanoe... Do you mean that was her family we were talking to at the cemetery?"

"Yes."

Teiichi's gaze shifts downward at the stack of paper in his grasp. Chizuru looks at her soon before turning her attention away from him. In the back of her mind, the name Yuuko keeps popping up in her mind, but she's unable to place the significance.

Yuuko Kanoe. Why does that sound so familiar?

TO BE CONTINUED…

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