A/N: Hiiii again guyz. ^^ Sorry for not updating last week, I started a new summer program thing last week that ended yesterday, so hopefully now I can regroup and regain my writing groove. But again, thank you guys so much!

Loooooaaaads of thanks to LeoSmashRoyale, Zepora2276, corvusam, CowTits the Udderly Glorious, and Grim5130 for reviewing last chapter. Please tell me if I missed anyone! Nevertheless, I thank ALLLLL OF YOU for reading!

I estimate that this story will have around 35-40 chapters. I'm hoping to keep it under 40 though, since it is pretty long. But I do hope to end this story soon, so I'll be starting to tie up some loose ends and prompt closure on things. =)

Please enjoy! x3

Link

Wednesday, 5 PM

Today we have a new worker. And he is completely incompetent.

"Seriously, how the heck do you work this stupid thing?"

My teeth are grinding against themselves with so much force coffee beans won't stand a chance. Ilia looks on blankly, an arm held loosely at her hip with the other accommodating a bag of sugar, while Dark watches with either amusement or boredom; his expression can mean either or neither.

I know I shouldn't be as irritated at the new worker as I should. But one is bound to get at least a little irked when, after giving clear instructions, the aforementioned apprentice still manages to go through a whole half bag of coffee beans without making so much an acceptable cup of espresso. Because he's Mido.

Yes. Mido is working at the place I work.

Why? Ask him. We're all high schoolers now, but I just can't believe he's still going out his way to drive my life crazy. Is this really why he forced himself into this job? If so, he's grown even more pathetic than I've known him.

A sigh later, my resolve finally collapses as I pipe up calmly (though seething underneath), "Do you need help?" and I mutter under my breath afterwards, "...again?" Mido hears it however, though I really don't give a hoot if he does or not. He swivels over to glare at me.

"Whatever," he snarls, shoving the bag of coffee beans and filters at my direction. "You also had to learn all this too. So keep your stupid giggles to yourself and show me again."

I roll my eyes but grudgingly take the violated beans and filters. They've done nothing wrong. I turn to the giant coffee grinder that Mido was struggling so vehemently against.

"First, you put a container on the scale and measure the coffee beans," I say, grabbing a plastic container and placing it atop a giant food scale. "After measuring—"

"I know how to do that part. Show me the steps after and how to use that obnoxious leviathan," Mido interrupts, gesturing to the coffee grinder.

I hold my hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, sorry. Well, after you measure, you dump them into the top of the grinder." I do just that. "Then, take the coffee filter and hold it at this opening. When you make sure the filter will catch everything, press this button, and hold the filter with your hand to catch all the grounds. Keep it up until no more fly out."

"Got it." Mido swipes the filter out my hands and holds it under the opening I just showed him before pressing the button. As expected, the machine roars to life and not a split second later, the grounds come flying out. Mido manages to react quickly enough to catch all of them in the filter.

As he's doing this however, and all through while I was teaching him, I couldn't help but confront the question floating around in my brain this whole time. Why is he actually trying? I originally thought (and still do think) he joined this job to test my nerves and that's it, but I didn't expect him to actually listen to what he has to do, much more actually want to learn how to do it. He's been very blunt to me, but I mean, he's actually listening and doing what he has to do. I don't have to worry that he won't do anything or slack off on the job, but the only reason I can come up with is that he wants to avoid getting fired off by Telma for doing a poor job which will then jeopardize his efforts to drive me to the edge of insanity if that's his plan, which I'm still pretty convinced it is.

"Okay, now what?" his whiny voice pierces the air.

Ilia seems to have shaken out her previous trance and proceeds to teach him the next steps. "Oh, now you put the filter in this machine where it'll brew on its own."

"That's it?"

"Yeah."

They fumble around a bit, and finally, Mido has succeeded making espresso (through lots of directions and repeating thereof). "Is that all?" he questions.

"Well, espresso is the base for many types of coffee including lattes, breves, cappuccinos, and a lot more. I'll show you how to make a cappuccino," I offer, only because I want to see if he actually wants to learn it and if he really is here to work.

Mido rolls his eyes. "Sure."

This again surprises me, but I don't show it as I gesture to the counter. He plods on over, and I start rolling off a bunch more information and instructions.

"So a cappuccino is one-third espresso, one-third steamed milk, and one-third foamed milk…"

Much like before, it takes him a while to get used to it, but eventually, he manages to follow through and make a decent cup. He sips it bitterly, and that's exactly why he says, "So bitter. I hate coffee."

Why'd you join a cafe then? I retort internally, which again defends my initial suspicions that he joined just to make my life that much more difficult.

"Well for now, you can make cappuccinos and black coffee for customers when they order it. You'll learn the rest eventually," Ilia says, not noticing Mido blanch at the mention of 'black coffee.'

"'Kay," Mido says offhandedly, and finally, we disperse to our separate duties.

Since it was around 5 PM when I started teaching Mido, barely any customers come in, which originally gave us the opportunity to teach Mido. A few sporadic customers enter in the next hour that follows, and we manage to get their orders down quickly. Mido takes his time, though it's understandable since he just started working for the first time not half an hour ago.

Dark, on the other hand, manages to complete all other orders, which makes me realize that he and Mido are really different. I barely had to breathe a word of instruction to Dark before he could make a drink, and he could make most of them right off the bat when he joined, while Mido seems to be chugging along memorizing the instructions slower than I anticipated. Either way, they both surprised me a lot, Dark by seeming to know how to make everything already, and Mido, by actually wanting to learn it despite suspecting he only joined to make me miserable.

Meanwhile, Ilia is on cleaning duty today, so she's washing glasses, plates, and occasionally going around wiping the tables or sweeping floors. As for me, I'm the stocker and organizer today, so I restock the bakery items as well as replenish the supply of unground coffee beans, sugar packets, creamers, napkins, fruit mixes, all that, and organize them to be used efficiently.

My mind is starting to drift (as it usually does when I'm at work), and I catch myself stealing glances at Dark and Mido now and then. I can't believe I'm working with these two people right now.

Staring at Dark, I feel a little less uptight after recalling that Zelda said she didn't harbor any close feelings towards him. What worries me still is what he thinks and what he'll do. I'm a little jumpy looking at him, knowing he asked Zelda for a night out.

As for Mido, I'm actually surprised he hasn't done anything at work to drive me absolutely bonkers like I was preparing myself fo—

"Move out of the way." Mido promptly shoves past me, cradling a cup of fresh espresso, almost having me snap the cranberry scone I was so carefully putting in the display case. Well, never mind what I said before then.

The evening drags on, and rush is minimal as I'm taking my time doing my stuff. I think back to play practice, rolling my eyes briefly thinking about Groose and his outlandish ambitions (does he really think he'll beat me at a game anytime soon?), and mostly daydreaming and thinking of Zelda for the rest of the time.

I wonder what she's doing now? I should really take her out to this cafe again and just have a good chat. I'm aching for those days again. She's the only person I don't mind using my employee discount on (unlike certain other people), since she pays for the coffee by the amazing company she gives me (again, unlike certain other people).

I wonder when I should step up my game and ask her—

Shut up, brain, I scold myself. It's too soon, don't be overly pushy.

"Something on your mind there?"

I snap out my thoughts as I turn to where Dark has spoken.

I stiffen. "Not really, not anything important," I reply, turning back to my task at hand (labeling the sell-by dates on the bakery goods).

"Not important? Zelda isn't important to you?"

I nearly drop the pen I'm holding as I whirl around. "Wh-what? Why do you think I was thinking of Zelda?"

Dark's expression doesn't change as he continues to sort the coffee beans. "Wild guess. So, am I right?"

I swallow. "Ei-either way, it shouldn't matter to you."

"So I am right." Dark's grin slightly widens as he faces me. "And I do think it matters to me. Can I pursue her?"

The ink of the pen nearly bleeds through the small paper sticker I was writing on as I hold my breath. "Um—well, uh…"

"Oh great!" Mido's loud, annoyed exclamation shatters our conversation as we twist around to see what the fuss was. Mido's staring at the entrance of the cafe, and we follow his gaze to see a new band of people waltz in. I stare, unblinking at the amount of people, six of them, to be exact. Not a group as large as this has ever come into this shop, much more at six-thirty PM, and I'm beginning to panic at the traffic.

That is, until I see who they are. First, Midna, which is a big surprise. Next, the people I'm not excited to see: Mikau and Darunia. Behind them, however, follows Ruto and Malon, and the person who I most want to see and am thoroughly surprised to see, Zelda. Zelda.

My heart skips a beat. Why are they here?

Midna sighs noisily and dramatically. "See what I mean? You and Link are like the same. Both of you look so surprised when all these people treat you a surprise visit."

Oh goddesses. They all came to visit me? Is this how Zelda felt when she saw six people at her door uncalled for?

"Welcome! Please come and order," Ilia chirps, waving at her fellow classmates. I'm pleased to see that she and Zelda seemed to have reached a mellow point. No more hard feelings.

The group chatters excitedly as they make their way up to order, and I notice that Zelda seems to lag behind in the group, looking suddenly out-of-place. That's when I see her nervously glance at both Mido and Dark. Oh no. I don't think she expected either of those two to be working here right now.

I'm seriously tempted to rush up there and take their orders instead, but again, I'm on stocker and organizer shift, not front end, where Dark (and Mido, in training) is. But then again, if traffic is busy, like Telma said, then anyone could help take orders, since there's three cash registers readily available.

I quickly scribble down the rest of the dates on the bakery goods so I can hurry over where Mido and Dark are taking their orders at two separate registers.

"Don't mess up my order," Darunia threatens Mido, who only rolls his eyes and glares back, snarling, "I'll try."

The line shortens, Malon rolling off her order excitedly (and having to repeat it four times) to Mido, and Mikau changing his mind thrice with what he wanted to order. By the time I finish my task and arrive at the front counter, Ruto has just finished ordering, and Zelda's the last one up. Incidentally, Dark's the one who's supposedly taking her order, and I start to grow apprehensive. His previous question before we were interrupted still bugs me.

But suddenly, Mido swoops in. "I'll take her order," he butts in, shooing Dark aside. He slaps on a greasy smile and directs to Zelda, "Hi Zel—"

Dark shoves him back aside. "No this is my line. I'll take her order."

Of course, Mido doesn't take that too well and proceeds to prod for room once more. "No, I can do it this time, I know her."

Dark is unrelenting from his spot. "We all know her."

If I hadn't known what they are like, I would be laughing right now, seeing how they're dueling for...Zelda.

Oh, Zelda.

My smile disappears as I realize I'm also one of them because secretly, I want to take her order too. I'm hopeless.

All of us don't notice that Zelda has slunk off from in front of Dark's register where he and Mido are still quarreling, and to the third dormant register. That is, until I hear a "Psst!" from said register, and I see her beckoning at me to come closer.

My eyes widen slightly, and I cast one more uncertain glance at the other two before making my way to the register.

"Hi sir," Zelda says with a small playful smile. Her gaze briefly flicks purposefully to Mido and Dark. "I wanted to order, but it seems the other two employees are...busy. Would you mind taking mine?"

"Smoooooooth," someone who sounds like Midna 'whispers' from one of the tables.

My heart pounds in my chest as I try my hardest not to blush or do anything embarrassing like that (haha, like this hasn't happened before).

"Of course," I say with my notorious employee accent. Zelda giggles at my act, and I again, I try to control my facial temperature.

"What would you like today?" I question, attempting to uphold courteous eye contact. A smile spreads on her face.

"You know what drink I want."

"A Pumpkin Spice Dream Mocha?"

"You got it."

"Alright, it'll be out in a second." I give her a genuine grin and whisper, "Thanks for stopping by."

She smiles back but then murmurs to me, "Do you have time to also sit down with a drink?"

I scratch my head sheepishly. Now I feel really guilty. "Sorry, I actually can't...I've still got some other things to complete tonight…"

Her expression falls, and I feel like I kicked a puppy. She didn't make the sudden trip here just for me, did she? And if she did, I just foiled her plans by saying that.

I glance at the clock. "I'll be done in around half an hour before closing. I'll still have to close the shop, but I'll have time to spare. Until then, want to just sit with everyone else and have a good time?"

She nods, but I can tell she's not entirely satisfied. We exchange another round of comforting smiles, and I hope I haven't dampened her mood that much. To make up for it, I pile the whip high on her drink and add double times the amount of cinnamon drizzle on top. I also don't tell her I added an extra dash of white chocolate and cream in her drink too.

When she sits down, that's when Mido and Dark realize that someone else has already taken her order, and I know they're not very impressed by that. I can tell because Mido has been especially snippy at me behind the counter, and Dark is ignoring me much more than normal (if you can even be ignored 'more' by someone).

At the same time, Mido and Dark are also avoiding each other, giving each other the stink eye occasionally, making it either as obvious or discreet as possible. But I don't let that faze me as I help out with everyone's orders, planning to resume my organizing and stocking afterwards.

"I thought you weren't on the barista shift today," Mido snaps at me, gesturing to the Pumpkin Spice Dream Mocha that was currently being drowned in cinnamon drizzle by my hands.

I shrug nonchalantly, controlling my annoyance. "It's not strict—if there's a large flow of orders, anyone can help out since orders and customers come first."

Mido scoffs with displeasure at that but soon turns back to the drink I'm making. "Zelda's favorite drink, am I right?"

I freeze for a split second. "...Possibly. I'm just making what she asked for," I answer, praying that Mido didn't hear my and Zelda's conversation where she did indeed say I knew what she'd want. By the look on Mido's expression, it seems he doesn't know, but when I swing around, I accidentally catch Dark's eye, who seems to be staring quizzically at me. Shucks, does he know?

I crawl out of this sticky situation by scooping up the completed drinks, along with Zelda's, and head over to the large group of people. Since our tables are never expecting a group as large as six, someone has taken the liberty to combine three tables together and drag chairs from adjacent tables to accommodate all of them. Ilia rolls her eyes at this (since she was the one who just organized all the tables) but I promise her I'll help with the cleaning after the shop closes.

"Drinks are here!" I announce to the large group, and I start naming each one off as its owner raises their hand. Dark and Mido eventually arrive as well with the rest of the drinks, and I notice that Zelda's expression grows even more perplexed as the two approach, awkwardly looking in several directions. But we hand the drinks out quick.

"Pumpkin Spice Dream Mocha?" I call, even though I know perfectly who it goes to. Zelda waves and stares at me as if saying, Really? You know who.

I hand her her drink, whip high enough to touch the ceiling, and Zelda now seems mesmerized by this.

"Playing favorites, are we?" Mikau yaps snarkily though I pretend not to know him (yes I've gotten to the point where I don't pretend I don't hear him anymore, but that I pretend I don't know him).

"Wow...thank you so much!" Zelda gushes, anxiety temporarily forgotten as her eyes sparkle at the drink. Suddenly, I grow uncomfortable as I just have a gut feeling that I'm getting stabbed by two sharp gazes behind me. Hm...maybe doing such an obvious show like this was too much? But darn it, it's for Zelda.

"Zelda, why'd you leave my register? I was going to take your order," Mido whines.

Zelda immediately grows fraught and I see her gaze briefly catch Dark's as well. She's really not comfortable with both of them here. I really just want everyone to go away so I can comfort her and pamper her with all the pumpkin mochas she wants.

"Um, you...you looked busy," she finally answers. Mido blinks, not knowing how to react to that while Dark continues scrutinizing her as if seeing if she had anything to say to him as well. But she remains silent.

"Link, are you finished with your tasks?" Dark abruptly asks, turning to me.

"Oh, no, I'm not," I sputter. Quickly, I tell the large group (with my employee accent) to enjoy their drink, and I head back behind the counter to finish organizing the coffee bags and mixes. Chatter echoes behind me as they start to converse, and I feel a little jealous and some desire to be there with them. But again, my work schedule chains me to my tasks. Sigh.

I complete my duties quickly, however. Since today's bakery items were switched out with fresh ones for tomorrow, I could either dump the un-fresh ones or eat them. So I decided to instead give them out for free to the table of six.

"Aw, such a saint!" Midna coos, but I don't tell her, or anyone else, that I'm only giving them something more to chew on (literally) so they'd stay longer, making the possibility that I'd be able to join later. I'm so selfish. Telma might kill me later for giving these out for free, but hey, I'm just trying not to waste good food and it's not like I can sell these anymore anyway. Maybe having them taste these will have them come back and actually buy some. Yeah, I'm just promoting sales.

"Huzzah!" I cheer to myself, finally finishing my last task. Wiping my forehead, I peer at the clock to see that it's seven-thirty PM. Since the shop closes at eight tonight, I've got a solid thirty minutes to wind down with a drink myself and maybe chat a bit.

Ilia left the store twenty minutes prior since she figured going back home early would give her some time to complete homework. "Sorry about the tables, Link," she had said, referring to the tables that still accommodated the six guests. "I really mean to help you with them, but I promise I'll pay you back in another way."

But I had dismissed all of that, saying it wasn't anything big. Now it's just me, Mido, and Dark. I can't just tell them to get out, even if either of them would probably have no trouble telling that to me.

I'm off to the side, debating how I'm going to be able to hop in with everyone else's conversation at the table before Midna does it for me.

"Hey Link! You done yet? Come join us! Zelda's been moping and brooding about when you'd finally join, and she's been a bore and a pain to chat with. Come fix her attitude for me."

Zelda flinches. I flinch. She looks away. I look away.

"I-I'll be right over!" I finally sputter, not telling them I was ready ten minutes ago. Quickly, I slap together a simple iced mocha and head towards the group, growing nervous for some reason.

They're friends, I constantly remind myself. My anxiety is quelled as Darunia drags up a nearby chair and nearly wrestles me into it.

"Yay, the whole gang's here!" Mikau cheers, and it only takes two awkward seconds before Mido erupts from behind the counter, "Uh, I'm still here? Link, if you're having a break off work, why can't I?" His eyes flick briefly at Dark's direction who remains quiet. "And him too," he tacks on.

Okay, now I feel just slightly mean. Imagine seeing a large group of friends having a good time and you being left out to continue work, especially when your coworker goes to join them.

Sigh. Even if I don't have very bright impressions on both Mido and Dark, it's against my conscience to leave them out. Also, if anything gets messy or touchy, I've got a lot of backup and we can avoid those topics quick. But seeing how the theme tonight continuously switches back to me and Zelda… I shake my head. Hopefully no one makes a scene about that.

"You guys should have a break too. In fact, it's about closing, so your shift is pretty much over," I call. Pausing, a give a brief glance at the other six before telling Mido and Dark, "And if you guys want to join, feel free to come on over."

Everyone shifts uncomfortably, but soon, they seem to accept it willingly. Malon reaches off to the side to drag another chair as does Mikau, and he slides over a chair to plant himself next to Zelda. I got to give it to him—he strategically relinquished his seat and sat next to her to eliminate any chances of either Mido or Dark to sit by her instead. I smile to myself. My good buddy knows how to make someone comfortable.

Mido promptly takes his seat (the one Mikau just left, so it was kinda obvious he had planned to sit as close to Zelda as possible), and there's some awkward silence as he makes himself comfortable while Dark just stands next to his seat, scanning the table and surrounding area.

"You gonna sit?" Ruto squeaks to Dark in the seat next to hers.

Dark's gaze slides lazily over the whole table before he looks up at us. ""...I think I'll pass. I'm going to leave."

There's another brief silence as we watch, not entirely expecting for him to pass up sitting with us, but again, he doesn't know many of us well and maybe he just really wants to go home. But I'm just surprised he gave up this opportunity, especially if Zelda's in the group. At the same time, I'm relieved, but that still doesn't mean it answers any questions about his ambitions though.

"Okay, but you can join us," I say, hoping that my actions before didn't put him off or anything. Even if he's sketchy, I can't be rude. But Dark's already heading back to the counter, already unbuttoning his work uniform and removing his name tag.

"I know," he says bluntly. "But no thanks."

It isn't long before he's packed up and out the door. We watch him briefly, but soon, our attentions are cast back at the table.

"So Link, you're here," Midna says.

I shrug. "I am."

"Zelda's here."

"She is."

"So, do you know what that means?"

I mentally facepalm. Not this again. Stop it, Midna, I don't need anymore people looking at us like we're zoo animals.

"Yeaahhh," Zelda's friend Malon says. I see Zelda gaze sideways at her friend as if saying, Don't you dare. I sigh inwardly. Guess Zelda and I are struggling together.

"I have a suspicion," I mutter. Midna grins widely, which confirms what I feared as does Malon, who only receives a warning nudge on the shoulder from Zelda. But before any of them opens their mouth and start teasing us again, suddenly, Zelda's voice breaks through the atmosphere at the table.

"Oh, Link, did you know that Malon and Midna are best friends now?"

I take a second, as does everyone, to comprehend her words, but I don't miss the earliest opportunity to jump on the bandwagon.

"Oh my, really?" I gush, shooting laser gazes at Midna. Haha, who's the center of attention now? Everyone's now looking at those two rather than me and Zelda. To my sadistic pleasure, both Midna and Malon flinch and refuse to look at each other.

"I mean, we never really hated each other," Malon says, not looking at us.

"Yeah," Midna tacks on. She looks around at each of us as if realizing the spotlight is on her right now. She narrows her eyes at Zelda who pretends not to notice.

"So, you guys don't argue anymore?" I question, because despite everything, this is news that Midna and Malon aren't exchanging obscenities anymore. Which is good.

"Yep! All thanks to our brilliant mediator, Ruto," Zelda says, gesturing to her other friend, who blushes and waves off any attention. Wow, kudos to her. I don't think I'd have the patience to calm down someone as hotheaded as Midna and have her reconcile with an equally hotheaded person like Malon (at least from what I've seen of her so far).

"Hallelujah! I say you two should hold hands and sing a song," Darunia chimes in, though again, Malon and Midna only reply by uncomfortably shifting and exchanging awkward accidental eye contact.

"Hm, well, speaking of songs, what's greater news than everyone else is that I finally finished composing a new song on my guitar," Mikau announces.

"Oh really?" I say. "How do you feel about it?"

He flashes a charming smile. "Great of course, like every other one of my songs. As usual, the end result is awesome, but don't ever ask me the process of making it."

"Let me guess: lots of frustration, revising, depression, brink of giving up, crying, and ice cream?"

"You got it."

"We've got to hear it sometime then," Ruto says.

I scoff. "Well, you know Mikau, he says he makes all these grand songs but he's always too shy to play it for—"

"Oh am I?" Mikau interrupts, snagging all of our attentions. He gives us another mischievous grin, and I want to just shake him to tell us what's up with him.

"...I'm releasing my own CD."

My mouth flies down as fast as Darunia's fist on the table. "You what?!" we chorus.

"Wait hold up, since when did you sign up for a publishing company or recording studio or whatever?" I sputter, flabbergasted.

Mikau rolls his eyes. "I have my own recording studio, remember? I record my own tracks, and I just recently learned how to compile it on a CD. I emailed a few music publishing companies and had them listen to a few tracks, and a handful said they'd like to publish it for me. I've struck gold, haven't I?"

He shrugs and kicks back, feet on table as if this whole thing was no big deal. I can only blink at him. Does he not realize how large an opportunity this is for him? I'm so happy for him.

"So you're going to sign a contract with them and everything?" Darunia asks.

"Yep."

"Well which one?"

"The music store I go to alllll the time."

"So that's what all those new boxes were!" Zelda suddenly exclaims. She quickly composes herself but soon explains, "I was working there—since I work at that music shop—earlier today and there was a bunch of new taped boxes which had stacks of CDs in it. I'm supposed to stock them tomorrow actually, but I never knew they were your CDs." She grins. "I'll be sure to put them on a shelf closest to the entrance."

Mikau's eyes light up. "Oh thank you, that means so much!"

I laugh along with them, promising I'd buy a copy. Darunia threatened to buy one and play it over the PA system at school so everyone can hear what masterpieces Mikau created, but we're all pretty sure it's a bluff. Everyone else also says they'd get one and that they support Mikau all the way, and by the time that's over, Mikau was near tears.

"Thanks so much guys," he sniffs and blows into his muffin napkin.

We continue to chat through the night, Malon complaining about her math quiz, Zelda retelling her science mishaps to everyone, Ruto sharing the horrors of babysitting her little brother Ralis, Mikau still sniffing in the corner, Midna boasting about the pizza she had last night, and Darunia raving about the new exotic recipes he made and can't wait to have us try sometime (I still say that he should get his own restaurant).

We've been talking so much and I've been so distracted that I temporarily forgot: Mido's here too.

He hasn't made too much of a contribution in our talks, which is a surprise, considering the loudmouth he is. So when I look at his direction, I'm only slightly surprised to see him slumped over the table, fast asleep, hand still clasped loosely around a latte and nose two inches from the half eaten muffin in front of him. "Muffin...man," he mutters under his breath before continuing to snore.

Is it just me, or do I like him a lot better this way?

A/N: Many thanks for FanaticMarioMan for editing! Also, THANK YOU GUYS FOR READING! It means so much to me. ^^

Until then, see ya! I hope you enjoy 'til the end. =) Thank you guys so, so, SO much!

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