I know, I know: I suck. Sorry for the wait but here it finally is! Hope you enjoy~ : )
Baka! Baka! Baka!
I felt a sense of déjà vu as I fell out of my bed and groaned.
"Hotaru, honestly? For once, can't you wake me up normally?"
My friend buffered her gun and put it in her bottomless purse. "Am I normal?"
"No," I scoffed.
"Then why should I wake you up normally?"
I groaned, hoisting myself up onto the bed and into a sitting position. For a minute, I sat on my sheets, glancing around the overwhelmingly white room and waiting for everything to register. Then, I stood and sluggishly made my way to the bathroom, groaning again at the blinding light and cold tiles beneath my feet.
As I was shutting the door, Hotaru called, "Everyone's downstairs waiting for us in the limo. I'm heading down now. If you're not there in five minutes, we're leaving without you."
I slammed the door and began screaming at the top of my lungs, dressing myself at an unnaturally fast speed. "Dammit, Hotaru! You always do this! I think you're getting me up and being kind because my alarm didn't wake me but no. You're merely torturing me. I'm like your friggin lab rat. 'Let's see how late we can wake Mikan today. Maybe giving her two minutes would be best'!"
Hotaru slipped something under the door that was carefully wrapped in a napkin. Hesitantly, I picked it up and unwrapped the object. A fresh, chocolate croissant lay in wait, the warm chocolate swelling over the crusted bread.
Meekly, I called, "…But I love you…"
Hotaru scoffed. I heard the door open and close, and then there was silence. I put down my croissant and threw on some clothes. After running a brush through my hair and brushing my teeth, I ran out of the bathroom, gathering my belongings and sprinting out of the door with my treat in my mouth.
I reached the limo with my jacket thrown over my forearm, my purse dangling by my pinky and hair shielding my vision. Someone threw the door open for me; I made a dive into the car, landing on several laps. The door shut closed and the limo took off.
I straightened myself out and threw my arms up in triumph. "And she makes it," I mumbled around my croissant, hair disheveled in chaos.
"Narrowly," Hotaru murmured while typing on her laptop.
I ignored her and chomped on my croissant, moaning in pacified happiness.
Yō tapped my shoulder. "Mikan."
"Mm?" I replied, focused on my delicious pastry.
"Your shoes…"
I cocked my head and glanced at my bare feet, looking back up at the silver-haired boy. Then, I looked down at my feet again – my bare feet – and groaned, throwing my head back.
An amused gleam entered Natsume's eyes. "Does this still count as a victory?"
I glared at him and crossed my legs, trying to salvage my pride as Kaname nonchalantly scrubbed the crumbs off my face. It's not like I needed shoes anyway. I was going to be changing constantly throughout the concert tonight.
Glancing around the limo, I saw all of the team was here. Kara, the makeup designer, was analyzing me, clearly taking note of what she had to fix. I smiled apologetically at her, realizing I hadn't given her much to work with.
"I was running late this morning, okay? I woke up six minutes ago," I defended myself with a feeble rebuttal.
Hotaru stopped clicking and typing and looked up at me. "I got you a croissant."
"I know, Hotaru! But still…five minutes? I'm not a god!"
Yuu cleared his throat, stopping any further discussion. "S-Sorry to interrupt, but I was hoping to go over the itinerary for the day."
I sheepishly sank into my seat, trying to dissipate all the attention that I had gathered. Everyone else leaned forward, nodding and focused.
The blond fixed his glasses and continued on a serious note. "As you all know, today is the day of the concert. We've been working hard for this day and I truly believe that everything will go smoothly."
The group smiled, some calling out cheers of agreement to raise our confidence.
"Currently, we're heading to the stadium where the concert will take place. The stage is set up, but none of the stands and stalls are; however, that's not of top priority as of now, nor is it our responsibility. Upon arrival, the props need to be set up, change of clothes readied, equipment should be in place, any last minute touches or questions and then VIP treatment for fans and fan service starts at 2 PM. That means we have," Yuu glanced at his watch for the time, "about eight hours to squeeze everything in."
"The band can take care of setting up the equipment with the help of the stage workers," Ruka remarked.
"Dancers can ready the costumes and double check the trampolines," I added.
Yuu nodded. "I'll be going around seeing who needs help with what and trying to get the stalls set up. People will start lining up at the gates around 12, so the signs for parking and such need to be set up before then."
Kara nodded along. "Once we finish getting everyone ready for the VIP meeting, my crew and I can handle setting the signs up."
We pulled into the lot that we had rented for our concert. As of now, there were only three stalls set up, but no men to work them or decorations to individualize them.
"The band that will be opening for us have their own responsibilities to get everything ready. We can help them set up if they need it but they should be fine, knowing their reputation. The opening band will remain backstage for the show." Yuu shuffled his papers looking for some notes. "They left a message saying that they'd help with any emergencies if we asked.
"I've hired a cleanup crew to come at 5 AM tomorrow to clear any garbage from the lots," Yuu continued. "The field set-up company that we're renting from will take down their belongings around 8, which means we'll be set to go to the airport by 9 AM tomorrow for our flight to our next stop on the tour."
"We don't get to have a day to enjoy the city?" Kotori complained.
Yuu shook his head. "In order to stay on schedule I had to eliminate some touring days from the itinerary." Yuu, seeing the disappointed looks, continued, "B-But don't worry, there's still plenty of touring days in cities more renowned and interesting…"
I laughed. "Sacrifices have to be made, right everyone?"
Ruka, taking pity on Yuu, agreed. "This isn't a vacation – it's work."
The limo came to a stop and everyone filed out through the doors, a serious aura settling over our shoulders. Before scattering and beginning our errands and the like, we gathered around in a circle. Smiling at one another, we extended our left hands – as they were closer to the heart – and piled them on top of another in the middle. Glancing around, everyone's suspenseful determination filled me entirely until I was brimming with excitement.
Koko grinned and glanced at everyone in turn. "On the count of three…"
Tsubasa counted down for us, "One…" We all took a deep breath, "Two…" Everyone's hands pushed down, our bodies gravitating closer to each other. "Three!"
"Break!" we yelled, turning and briskly walking to our destinations without a glance back.
I stood by the curtain, peering through it to see the crowd screaming and chanting our name. There must've been hundreds of people in the lot that had been completely vacant mere hours before; it was like a sea of heads. Everyone was roaring in excitement, yelling to their friend over the calls of strangers. The stalls were already busy as well. Lines for souvenirs, foods and drinks extended through the pathway, filling any empty space.
I closed the curtain, leaning back and taking a deep breath with closed eyes. Mentally, I prepared for the show and played every step and swing until I could see them on the back of my eyelids.
Suddenly, Natsume was beside me and holding my forearm. "Let's go."
I gawked up at him. "Wha…?"
Hotaru suddenly appeared before us. "There's not enough time; just hide."
With that, I was shoved behind the two. I stood on my tip-toes and tried to crane my neck around Natsume's wide shoulders but Hotaru moved to block my view. Finally fed up with this bizarre scene, I pushed the two aside with such a force that I stumbled forward. I caught myself easily and turned on them, hands on my hips, ready for an explanation.
"Excuse me."
I stiffened at the cutting edge of his voice that sent a chill up my spine and settled in my heart. His words made my ears ring as my nostrils burned from his overwhelming cologne. I covered my mouth with a hand and began to heave heavy breaths through my nose in response.
Natsume inserted himself between us, pushing me back behind himself and Hotaru. At that moment, I thought that the saying 'ignorance is bliss' was one of the truest quotes I'd heard.
Hotaru crossed her arms, attempting to appear natural as her rigid body leaned away from the man. "I see you joined a new band, Reo."
I slowly turned to face the epitome of my suffering, hand still clasped tightly around my lips despite my violent quivers.
He leaned his head back as a grin broke across his face. His deep, purple eyes locked themselves onto me just for a moment before Natsume blocked his view. That sole minute however, was enough to shake me to the core. His eyes were cold and the smirk he held was petrifyingly lustful.
Blood, blood, blood, blood. As I glanced about the room dyed in my paint, I felt the bile rise in my throat. I hated blood. Looking at the grinning man before me, I tried to convey to him my emotions, my pleadings - my desperation.
'Reo, I hate blood!'
But nothing came out.
'Please.' The voice within my head faltered with the onslaught of my incessant sobs. 'Stop making me bleed.'
I clutched my head as that despair that went hand-in-hand with these overbearing memories filled my mind. As I clenched my hands around my skull tighter and tighter, my quavers began to subside into a dull twitch. Even so, the scenes of my past continued to play until my head was pounding, each thump a plea of despair to end this torturous experience. Pain, I thought. I need pain.
Without a second thought, I began pulling my hair, relishing in the ache the skin of my head provided as a relief from the shaking. I focused on the aching of my head and blocked out everything: his scent, his stare, his words, her words, the lights, even the thick spit gathering in my mouth. All that mattered was the salvation of the pain.
I pulled harder, feeling the sting as individual hairs slowly snapped. The dizziness of reality brought me back to my senses. My hyperventilating had reached its pinnacle; to the point where I was stumbling due to the lack of oxygen to my brain.
The rim of my vision began to fade into a deep, luring blackness. I stumbled in the slightest and detangled my hands from my hair. Natsume wrapped an arm around my shoulders to hold me up, catching one of my hands and rubbing soothing circles in my palm with his thumb.
Slowly, the black frame of my vision subsided until I could see clearly again. Hotaru stood between us and Reo, who was watching me with a victorious gleam in his eyes. Quickly, I looked away and into Natsume's eyes. They watched me, their crimson hue melting as he blinked. The amount of trust he laid on me with a single bat of his eyes gave me enough strength to handle the situation with something akin to clairvoyance.
Calm down. The band's nearby; don't let them see you like this. Calm down, remain in control.
I took deep breaths and could feel myself calming down until I felt completely in control of myself again. I opened my eyes, staring up at Natsume with a reassuring smile.
His dilated, crimson eyes relaxed and his locked jaw turned slack. A shadow of a smile passed over his lips for a single beat.
"You…" My voice hoarsely quivered into silence as I weakly laughed. "I'm sorry."
Natsume replied by reeling me in closer to his side. The motion could be classified as a hug in some percepectives.
"Mikan?"
Many of the band members were watching us, brows shriveled with pursed lips or cocked heads. Yō had started warily walking towards us, silver slates bouncing from person to person before lingering on me. I ran my hand over my hair, trying to settle the wild knots, and then straightened out my clothes.
"Ah, sorry. It seems I'm so nervous that I can barely stand." I laughed aloud and scratched my head in mock embarrassment.
Ruka took an apprehensive step forward. His baby-blue eyes darted between Natsume, Hotaru and I.
"Are you okay?" he asked, a grim frown on his face.
"Of course!" I yelled extravagantly, whipping my arm up and pumping my bicep to showcase my health. With a wide smile, I continued, "All I need is some water and I'll be back to normal."
Everyone's shoulders collapsed with my words, some releasing a sigh. Ruka turned around and asked for everyone to give me some space. Natsume offered to take me to Kara who would fix my hair and touch-up my makeup, allowing me a break from this stifling atmosphere.
"I'll talk to you later, Mikan," Reo called smoothly, waving slightly with an arrogant smirk.
Natsume gently prodded me forward towards Kara's set up station with a hand on my back and Hotaru fell in line beside us. I remained strong on the outside, knowing that everyone had their eyes on me. I even turned to Hotaru and laughed while saying, "That was a scare."
She clenched her fists tight and narrowed her calculating eyes. My heart ricocheted off my chest as she ducked her head lower.
"You did everything you could," I started with a hand on her shoulder. "It's-"
"My best wasn't enough," she stated tersely.
Her eyes shut tightly as she drew her bottom lip between her teeth. I cautiously removed my hand from its perch on her shoulder, watching my best friend as she opened her eyes wide and her mouth fell open. Hotaru spared me an apologetic glance with her amethyst eyes before pacing off towards the curtains, head bent and eyes clouded.
I sighed. "Quite the debut he's made."
Natsume removed his hand from the small of my back and stuffed it into his pocket. He sucked in a withdrawn breath between his pursed lips as he gazed up at the ceiling. I watched his hair fall from his brow and bounce with each step until we reached Kara's small station.
"Mikan!" Kara yelled as she dropped the magazine she was flipping through. Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened in horrification. "What the hell happened to your hair?"
I guiltily smiled. "Sorry, Kara. I got so nervous I ran my hands through my hair a few times without realizing what it'd do."
Kara screamed under her breath. "It took me an entire forty-five minutes!"
Bowing my head, I cried, "I am so sorry!"
She sighed and ushered me to my seat, picking up a comb and jabbing it at my hair with a disgusted pout.
"It's like a bird attacked it." Kara groaned, dissecting my hair until it was loose upon my shoulders.
"I'm so, so sorry, Kara," I said, watching her work intently through the mirror.
"I know, I know," she mumbled, waving a hand briefly before continuing to brush out my hair. "Maybe a French twist would look good…"
We fell into silence as she tried the supposed 'French Twist' in my hair. But, with a frustrated moan, she pulled it out, saying how the style was too sophisticated for my costumes.
"I'm sorry," I murmured softly as she clawed at her own hair. "I'm the biggest idiot."
Natsume snorted with a smirk behind me.
"Say sorry one more time," Kara threatened lowly, pausing to catch my gaze in the mirror. "One more time, Mikan."
Her azure eyes hardened and I could hear the grinding of her teeth. With a gulp, I nodded and retained our earlier silence as she worked through three other styles before settling on a simple French braid into a bun.
"Done," she finally announced.
I stood up and thanked her with a deep bow. "I'm truly sorr-"
Her harsh gaze stopped me from finishing. With a twitching smile, I inched away from her until I felt safe enough to turn around and head towards Hotaru. Natsume fell in step beside me.
"How can you smile like that after everything?" he asked and tossed me a water.
I smiled. "Thank you!" After a few sips I gave his question some consideration. "Well…because I know everyone will worry if I don't."
Natsume 'tsk'd me. "Should've known."
Laughing, I hugged his arm tightly. "Thank you so much."
He turned his head away from me but didn't shove me aside. I hadn't expected to be so openly accepted, especially with the amount of people flocking our every side. Thus, I relished in the moment of brief physical contact that gave me a sense of security and bliss.
We arrived before Hotaru who was impatiently tapping her foot. "Panty Chasers…I should've known," she was mumbling to herself.
I looked out to the stage, watching as Reo danced about with, assumingly, the Panty Chasers. He slammed his head, making beads of sweat jump into the humid air. He put all his fake emotions into the song: squeezing his eyes in pain, barring a wide smile in happiness – it made me sick.
Hotaru watched me. "How are you?"
"I'm okay; sorry to worry you, Hotaru."
She crossed her arms tightly. "Why are you saying sorry?" I cocked my head as she clenched her fists and murmured, "I failed to protect you."
I scoffed. "Failed to protect me'? You interrogated every one of these people here today and did a full background check on each of them. The only reason you couldn't do anything about Reo was because his band just flew in and the band's new singer was unknown – to be announced at this concert." I looked out at the slippery snake slithering on stage. "He made it impossible for you to find out."
"Nothing's impossible," she replied.
"Living on Saturn as a human with no aid in survival is," I retorted.
"You know what I me-"
"Surviving after losing more than 40% of your blood is and so is sneezing with your eyes open without having them fall out and not feeling pain after losing someone dear to you or drinking water through your airway without dying and-"
Baka! Baka! Baka!
I rubbed my head with a pout on my face. "Ow," I moaned.
Hotaru glared at me. "Shut up."
Natsume glared at Hotaru as if warning her. I felt like he was my guard dog; it brought a soft, relieved smile to my face.
"What?" he demanded.
I patted his head, feeling my smile grow. "There, there."
He narrowed his eyes at me and swatted my hand away.
I laughed as he childishly fumed with crossed arms.
"Glad to see you're doing okay," Ruka said, coming up from behind us.
I flashed him a grin. "Like I said, all I needed was some water and I'd be back to normal."
Ruka smiled with relief. "You weren't kidding."
"Are you sure you can dance?" Yō asked from beside the blond.
"Of cour…" I trailed off as I tried to remember the routines. "Uh-oh…"
Baka! Baka! Baka!
This time, I was prepared and dodged the baka bullets Hotaru shot ruthlessly.
"You forgot the choreography," she stated as the corners of her lips dipped.
"What?!" everyone screamed from behind her.
I bit my lip in a panic, not knowing what to do. "Uh…"
"Moron," Natsume muttered from beside me.
"Hey!" I meekly protested in response; after all, only a moron would forget the choreography engraved into their mind for the past few months.
Hotaru grabbed my collar, dragging me off to a secluded corner. "I'll drill it into you within the next few minutes while the Panty Chasers are playing. You should remember considering the traumatic experience is just blocking the memory."
I laughed uneasily. "Yay…?"
Luckily, Hotaru was right – like always. I remembered the dances as soon as she reviewed them and by the time Reo and his cronies introduced Raven5S, I had the routine drilled into my head 'for forever' yet again.
We all waited to the side of the curtain, allowing the Panty Chasers to pass by and get back stage before we made our entrance. I watched my feet as I felt his probing gaze take me in. It was as though he was admiring a trophy he was waiting to claim. I tightened my grip on my arm and hid behind my bangs, even subconsciously leaning closer to Natsume. He nonchalantly gripped my hip, tugging me closer as Reo passed.
"Go kill them out there," he cheerfully called to us with eyes locked on me.
I inhaled sharply but remained tall and strong – on the outside. Natsume, on the other hand, glared daggers at Reo. The ginger responded with a gloating grin before sparring us a flick of his hand and disappearing into a crowd of make-up professionals.
Natsume gently rubbed my arm with the back of his knuckles as I took slow, shaky breaths. I had barely recovered my breath when the band was announced.
And so, as the band entered the light of the stage, I watched my feet, planted an artificial smile on my face, and ran out with everyone, waving and jumping enthusiastically.
"Good job, everyone!" I called enthusiastically as we exited the stage, sweat dripping down our bodies.
"You too, Mikan!" Yurie replied, a victorious smile on her face.
"Yurie, you did awesome!" I continued, sparkling with pride. "I know you had trouble doing the helicopter into a stall, especially since ballad is more your forte. But you ended up doing it perfectly!"
Yurie blushed and fiddled with her blonde curls. "I'm glad; that one move had me anxious throughout the entire concert."
I laughed and gave her a pat on the back. "You're a dancer of mine; you can do anything!" I then turned to Kaname and Ume. "The trampoline routine was a huge hit too."
Ume shyly placed a pink lock of hair behind her ear while glancing away. "Thanks, Mikan. We wouldn't have been able to do it without your help."
Kaname threw her arm around me. "Damn right! You really had me worried once you introduced the steps to me but after you taught us everything we needed to know it seemed like childs-play."
I tickled Kaname and she squirmed away from me. "No, it was mostly you three helping one another out." I turned to Ishi and Ito, saying, "When Kotori missed that step during Sunset Blvd you saved the entire concert by making your solo longer and pulling moves out of your ass. That was so amazing!"
Ito waved me off. "It wasn't a big deal; the solo was only extended an extra minute to cover Kotori's."
"Because of you guys I never got a solo," Kotori whined.
I hit the back of her head with my palm. "If you hadn't been on Cloud 9 then you wouldn't have missed your solo."
Ishi nibbled on her lip. "It's okay though, Kotori. You did an awesome job in See You in My Nightmares. The way you moved made the steps seem like second nature but I was struggling the entire time."
Kotori glowed in accomplishment. "Well break dancing is my favorite style."
I laughed, ruffling her hair. "You had me beat for sure."
Kaname pushed me from behind, causing me to stumble ahead several feet. "Stop being modest, Captain."
Suddenly, I was within the embrace of strong, nauseatingly familiar arms. The same overbearing cologne burned my nostrils and the same soft, conniving chuckle sent my body into civil war. I was practically putty in his hands as he tightened his hold around my waist.
A bought of memories overrode my consciousness.
"I won't give up on you. And you're right, I haven't changed; I'm the same and so are you. You'll come back to me and history will repeat itself. But this time, you won't escape."
"Mikan if you'd just cooperate then I wouldn't have to reprimand you; although, I do love to think of punishments for you. It's always a surprise with you. And you know how I love surprises."
"Please, Reo…Please...Stop this!"
I managed to plant both of my palms on his unforgiving chest but I couldn't find an ounce of strength to push away. Instead, I seemed to seal my fate as he gripped my wrists with his hands – the hands that would tell the final verdict.
He clutched me tighter, leaning in close to my ear. "We need to talk."
I shook my head, unable to speak. No, we didn't need to talk. You're insane; I'm suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. You're still after me; I'm trying to run away. What was there to talk about? Leave me alone. Let me be. Stop torturing me! But everything was left unsaid.
Reo tugged me heartlessly away from the group. I weakly fought for my freedom, ordering my numb, shaking body to run, scream, call out - anything. I managed to yank free for just a moment, but that was long enough for me to catch Natsume's eye and reach out a hand for help. Then, I was pulled into a closet.
His breath crawled down my bare neck. He pinned my hands above my head and placed his knee between my legs. I squirmed uselessly against him, sweating profusely and shaking in the dark confines of the closet.
"I've missed you," he murmured lustrously.
I whimpered as his slimy lips worked themselves against the collar of my neck.
Reo froze and moaned; the sudden sound made my mouth become dry despite the bile heedlessly rising in my throat. I melted against the wall; it was as if his moan had resonated throughout my body until it pierced my heart mercilessly. Now, I simply waited for the torture that was inevitable.
Then, the sound of my name being called filled the silence of the closet - the deep, rumbling of an encouraging male voice. It filled me with hope and determination if only in the slightest. I weakly pushed around me, looking to make some sound. Luckily, my foot caught the edge of a broom which collided against a mop and both clattered noisily to the floor.
I smirked, breathing arduously. "They'll be here any second."
Reo scoffed. "I could kill you in a nanosecond given your current state."
Even in the pitch black of the closet I could feel his eyes rolling over my sticky body that trembled pathetically beneath his. My breaths were quick and panicked by now and my body felt as though it were swaying from side to side even as Reo tightened his firm grip on my hands.
"This'll only take a second anyways," he grumbled, pressing his body against mine. "We're coming for you, Mikan."
I stopped mid-breath and felt my stomach drop. No, no, no, no.
"By the end of this tour," Reo continued, releasing my hands and retreating from me. "You'll be in our custody."
"We?" I managed to mutter hoarsely.
"We," he confirmed.
His voice spoke of the smirk he wore as tears pricked the rims of my eyes.
Suddenly, the door was slammed open. Light infiltrated the closet, illuminating the brooms and supplies, but no Reo.
I collapsed onto the ground, heaving nauseating breaths. Natsume crouched beside me. He spoke words that fell upon my deaf ears.
I had always had an inkling that Reo wasn't alone; an idiot like him could never concoct such intricate, Hotaru-stumping plans. But to hear him confirm it – to hear him say 'we' with such confidence – was the final blow.
"Mikan!" someone's muffle cry penetrated my ears.
With a glance at the blinding light, I tried to respond and give them some insight so as to ease their concern which I knew they bore like scars upon their faces.
"W-W…We…We...W-W…We…W…" I repeated miserably. "We."
My eyes gradually adjusted to the light until I could make out my friends. Hotaru, who stood behind Natsume, leaned against the threshold of the door, covering her eyes with a hand and biting her lip to contain a sob undoubtedly. Natsume took me into his arms, pealing my hair off my face and stroking it in a rhythmic routine. My nausea slowly subsided as he rocked me to and fro and I was finally able to hear his silent murmur: "It's okay."
I covered my face with my hands to hide the tears I began to shed. "Just close your eyes, the sun is going down," I sang with a broken voice. "You'll be all right; no one can hurt you now."
Natsume leaned closer to me. "What?" he asked. "What?"
"Come morning light, you and I'll be safe, and, sound."
Hotaru placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's how she soothes herself."
Natsume continued rocking me in his arms. Just having his presence enveloping me was enough to help ease my pain. After a few minutes, I had stopped quivering and could breathe evenly.
"Curled up, to this, lullaby. Even when the music's gone, gone," I continued.
Taking a deep, calming breath, I revealed my face and smiled for the two. They wore worried expressions that didn't seem reassured in the least even as I laughed breathily.
"Thanks guys." I sat up in Natsume's lap and wiped the sweat from my brow. "I'm okay now."
Hotaru scoffed. "Okay-my-ass. I'm going to secure the premise and set aside a car for us to return to the hotel."
She weakly trudged down the corridor.
Natsume felt my forehead. "You're hot."
I sighed. "Life is hard…after all, it kills you."
I leaned back into him, taking his arms and engulfing myself in his embrace. Closing my eyes, I tried to remember this: his natural scent of rain-covered woods; the way he tightened his arms around my waist and buried his head into the nape of my neck; how his breath tickled my collar, cleansing the feel of Reo's lips. I tried to remember his words as a tear streamed down my face.
"I can't promise you a bed of roses. But I promise you I'll shed you of the thorns."
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