"The Falling out"


The two stared at the television screen still talking about them, completely still. It was only when Sakura shifted on top of him that snapped Syaoran out of it.

"Uh, Sakura—"

"Shit," she interrupted, shocking Syaoran at the vulgar language she never used.

She made a move to get off his lap, but he grabbed her hips tightly, holding her in place. "Calm down, it's okay, Sakura," he said, noticing the patterns of her breathing pick up.

"No, it's not. It's not okay," she said in a panicky tone, struggling to get off his lap.

When her struggling became vigorous, he released her, letting her stand up. He was up on his feet in mere seconds at her side, though.

"It's not that serious, Sakura. They only caught us hugging and—"

"Turn the tv off!" she exclaimed, as the newsman continued to theorize about their relationship.

Syaoran turned the tv off calmly and moved over to her again to grab her, but she flinched back from him.

"Don't, Syaoran. This is it—"

"Sakura—"

"Don't come near me, Syaoran. I'm so disgusted—with myself," she whispered the last part, wrapping her arms around herself in the corner of the living room.

Syaoran's brows scrunched together, mind wondering what the hell was going on in her head. "Sakura, what's the problem? It was a small mistake on our part, so it's not—"

"It's not just a mistake, Syaoran," she said, raising her voice a little.

"What is it, then? It's not like they know you're my therapist," he said. "Besides, we can tell them that we're just good friends and—"

"It's not that easy! Everything is ruined now and—please, don't," she said.

Syaoran looked at her face, seeing a frightened, vulnerable look on it. It nearly broke his heart, seeing the side of her that she had just told him about. She almost seemed scared of him.

He stopped moving towards her. "What's the problem, Sakura?" he asked sadly.

"We have to stop this before it's too late," she said, shaking her head.

"But, Sakura, we just started—"

"And, now we're ending it."

She moved away to the corner to gather her things.

Syaoran was quick to follow her. "No, Sakura. We can work this out some way. We can—"

"Aki knows that you're my patient!" She interrupted.

Syaoran stopped, freezing in his spot. He knew he could not trust the man for a reason, he realized.

She sighed. "Don't look so surprised, Syaoran. He's my therapist, and he found out on his own," she said, no longer gathering her things.

He suddenly felt angry at that statement. "You said all that shit about confidentiality to get me talking, knowing that you would just go back and tell your little best friend about my problems? Discuss my obsession with sex? What? Were you guys laughing about it too?" he asked, fists clenching at his side.

Her face dropped. "I haven't told him anything about your problems. I would never do that," she said defensively.

"How the hell does he know I'm your patient then, huh? You told me that no one would find out that I was even seeing a therapist, so how the hell does he know!?" Syaoran bellowed, feeling angrier at himself, than her, for trusting her.

He felt exposed and out of place, knowing that another person knew that he was getting help from a psychologist. This was the exact thing he wanted to avoid.

"He's my therapist, Syaoran. He saw us together multiple times, on multiple occasions, in multiple compromising positions. You didn't give me much of a choice but to tell him a few months ago when we first started seeing each other. He knows a lot about you, so he didn't want me to—"

"Who the fuck cares about what he wants?" Syaoran interrupted angrily, beyond pissed that Sakura even considered caring about the man.

"I care! He's been here for me in more ways than you could ever imagine!"

"So, you'd rather be on his side, with him right now? You'd rather be at his house right now because he's been there for you more than I've even had the chance to be?" Syaoran asked in a deadly calm tone.

"Syaoran, this has nothing to do with me wanting to be with Aki," Sakura said, shaking her head with a confused look on her face.

"Why the hell does he matter, then? If he's such a good friend and therapist, he would keep his mouth closed about me being your patient," Syaoran said, feeling the ugly green monster come to the surface.

It always seems like Sakura gives him more reasons to hate the man.

"Syaoran—"

"Fuck him, Sakura—"

"Stop it! Aki has done nothing wrong. All he's ever done is care about me and—"

"Why the hell does that matter to me? Why is he even an issue in our relationship? I thought this had something to do with everyone else knowing, not him. But, let me guess, you've been sleeping with him too? Because, I see absolutely no reason as to why he has any relevance here!"

"No, I'm not sleeping with him and he has everything to do with me—us. He got me where I am today. Sleeping with a patient, which is totally against all the rules in the world we live in, would disappoint him to no end!"

"Why should I care?" he asked angrily.

"If you cared about me, you would care about the world that I live in!"

"I do care about the world you live in, Sakura. Don't you dare try and doubt how I feel about you when I've been nothing but honest with you! I just don't understand why you're so stuck on this bastard who has no say in who you decide to get involved with!"

Sakura stopped, taking deep breaths, trying to calm her rapid breathing. "This is done, Syaoran."

The finalizing tone in her voice pissed him off even further. She started gathering the rest of her things in silence, being sure to keep her eyes away from his direction.

"So, that's just it? You've never felt anything for me? Never even thought about your feelings for me? You were just using me for the good sex that distracted you from your own problems?" he asked in a distasteful tone, watching her every shaky move. She looked like she would break at any moment and needed an escape.

When she did not say anything, Syaoran moved over to her, gently grabbing her arm so she could look at him. But, in an instant, she snatched her arm away as if she had been burned by a hot stove.

"Fucking talk to me," Syaoran said stiffly. He was holding himself back from grabbing her and shaking answers out of her.

"Sak—"

"What do you want me to say, Syaoran!?"

Taken aback by her sudden outburst, he glared at her. "The truth, damn it!"

Sakura took a deep breath and let it out. "Goodbye, Syaoran." And she headed for the door.

He was hot on her trail in an instant. As soon as she opened the front door, he slammed it shut before she could even think to take a step out the door. "We are not done having this conversation," he said tightly.

Sakura turned towards him with a glare, face red and all. "Yes, the hell we are. This is done, Syaoran! And there's nothing you, me, or anyone else in this world could do to change my mind about—"

Syaoran's lips cut her off, as he pushed her back against the door loudly, not caring if the neighbors could hear the ruckus. Sakura held up her hands, trying to push him off, but he only kissed her harder, hoping to remind her that she could not just get rid of him easily. He was already deep into this when nothing has even started yet, so he would not want to let her off now.

She continued to push against his shoulders, but he could already feel her primal inclination to submit creeping in, feeling her heart rapidly beat against his chest that is pressed against hers hard.

Barely even a second later, her shoving and pushing turned into pulling and clawing at his body in an attempt to have him closer as she breathed against his mouth loudly. Willingly, she opened her mouth, accepting his tongue in her mouth as her hands grasped his arms tightly. His hands moved into her hair, holding the strands tightly so he could devour her mouth the way he wanted to, without her taking over, as his body shoved hers into the door harder, rocking his hips into hers.

Her hands moved up, nails digging into the back of his neck tightly, almost telling him how angry she felt about all of this—him, but she wanted more.

Syaoran released her hair, moving his hands down to her pants, quickly undoing and pulling them down roughly. She stepped out of them, which he felt more than happy, but he was quick to grab her thighs, hitching her body up on the door. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, as he roughly grinded his covered erection into her heat.

"Oh, you're getting something out of me being all fucking worked up over you?" Syaoran asked, feeling even more furious, yet beyond aroused at her reaction to his response at her behavior.

"Fuck you," Sakura said, glaring at him for using such a demeaning tone with her.

Syaoran cut her off with his lips again, hands grabbing her breast, squeezing and rolling his thumbs over her hardening nipples through the thin piece of material that separated their skins. Hearing her moan of frustration, he squeezed her harder before moving his head down to her neck. He kissed, licked, and sucked on every part of her skin that he could, wanting to mark her to let the world know who she belonged to. Especially, Akinari, who seemed to have her attention the most.

At that thought, Syaoran sucked the area on her neck harder, praying that Akinari would see this mark specifically so he would know that Sakura wanted him and only him; that she craved for his touches, rather than anyone else's.

When Sakura let out a discomforting sound, letting him know that he was starting to make her uncomfortable, he eased up on the sucking, licking the area before pulling back from her neck.

As soon as they made eye contact, both eyes filled with lust; a sudden look of realization dawned on Sakura's face, telling him that she knew what he was doing.

"You're such a bastard, you asshole!" she exclaimed, glaring at him, yet she made no move to push him away.

"And, you're a fucking hypocrite, but do you hear me complaining?" he shot back before closing the gap between their lips, moving his hand to her body between their crushed bodies, until he pushed it down her pink panties. He groaned into her mouth, feeling how wet she is, as he deepened the kiss. The moment the tip of his fingers touched the sensitive flesh, Sakura pulled her lips back from his, moaning his name loudly. He was almost sure the neighbors could hear them now.

Deciding at the last minute to skip the extra foreplay, Syaoran pressed her body into the door tighter with his, removing his hand from her panties, making her groan in protest. He pushed his pants and briefs down, creating a puddle at his ankles.

He kissed her lips harder, pulling her panties to the side, and positioned himself over her entrance. When he pulled his lips back from hers, he could still see the anger written over her face with lust.

They just stared each other in the eyes for a moment, almost as if they were waiting for the other to make the next move. Feeling Sakura's legs tighten around his waist with the heel of her foot digging in his lower back to pull him closer, Syaoran knew that she would not be the one to make the move, so he took the initiative and pushed himself completely inside of her: both moaning in bliss at the sensation of being joined again.

Even though he felt furious with her right now, he still moved his hand up to caress her face lovingly, making her look at him. As soon as she saw the caring expression on his face, her face untensed from the emotions, eyes staring in his. "Tell me to stop," he said in a tone that told her she still had the option of stopping them if she did not want this.

Eyes looking fiercely into his now, she whispered in a breathy tone, "Fuck me." And that was all he needed to hear before driving himself into her relentlessly, picking up the pace each time he slid himself in and out of her. His hands slid behind her to grab her round, plump ass as he thrust in and out of her brutally, making her lower back grind into the door.

As if she thought she might fall, Sakura grabbed the door knob behind her body tightly, holding her body up with Syaoran as he continued to pound into her. Syaoran's fingers gripped her rear-end tighter as he moved his face closer to hers, so his lips could hover over hers. "Who do you belong to?" he asked roughly through their, not so gentle, lovemaking.

The only response she gave him was a strangled moan, digging her nails into his arms and the heels of her feet into his ass. He barely paid attention to the pain, though, too focused on the feeling of being inside her. "Answer me, damn it," he said in a frustrated tone as his body drove into hers faster than before.

"I...I..."

The fact that she could not admit out loud that she belonged to him, made him even more jealous. Even if she had said that she was no one's, it would have made him feel a little better than this. All because Akinari mattered more to her than he did.

At that thought, he buried his face in her neck and continued to bury himself deep inside her quickly to erase the thoughts of her and Akinari.

"J-just you," Sakura said in a breathy tone, almost sounding foreign to Syaoran's ears.

He slowed down his thrusts, pulling his face back from her neck so he could look at her flustered face. "Say it again," he demanded in a husky voice against her lips. He could feel her hot, rapid breathing as she pushed her body towards his, trying to coerce him to finish what he started. He squeezed the meaty flesh on her tailbone, making her stop. "Say it again," he repeated himself, looking straight in her eyes, wishing he could read behind the lust in them.

"I only want you," she said, face turning redder.

"You can have me, Sakura," he said. "Just give me you in return."

She bit her lip, eyes straying from his.

"Look at me," he said in a frustrated tone. When her eyes locked with his, his heart leaped in his chest at the sparkling emeralds. "Erase everyone else from your mind and let me have you."

She let out a shaky breath, shaking her head. "It's just not that easy, Syaoran," she said in a frustrated tone.

"It is that easy. How much easier do you need it to be?" he asked, raising his voice a little. He was tired of playing this game with her. He just wanted her to be straight forward with him and tell him what she wanted to do. Aside from cutting all ties with him.

"It's not! You don't understand, and you never will!" she said, raising her voice over his.

"If you'd tell me, I'd understand!" His voice overpowered hers, making her glare at him.

"I've already told you what you needed to know."

Tired of the arguing and yelling, Syaoran began to move inside of her again, pushing her back into the door. Their lips met in a furious kiss as he drove her body into the door harder, wanting to release some of his frustrations. When her walls contracted around him, he pulled his lips back from hers, resting his head on her forehead. "Come for me," he demanded.

He watched her face contort into that beautiful look of ecstasy as she came at his demand. He was soon to follow right afterwards, spilling his seed deep inside her, because he had been holding back for the last few minutes of their erotic dance.

As soon as they came down from their high, Syaoran released her, and pulled out of her. He kissed her lips gently, caressing her face to remind her that he could still be gentle with her.

Sakura pulled her lips back from his, trying to catch her breath as she pant softly.

A knock on the door made both of them freeze, seeming to automatically know that it may have been one of the neighbors. Syaoran was quick to ignore it by pulling Sakura's body with him to the couch.

He pushed her down on the couch gently, climbing on top of her immediately to trap her from answering the door.

"Are you crazy? Someone's at the door—"

"Who the fuck cares? They're probably just coming over to tell us to keep it down. You care too much about people's opinion and feelings," he said, pulling her panties down, and throwing them on the table.

"And—"

"Will you just shut up and let me continue what we both want?" he said, already hovering his lips over hers as the knocking on the door finally stopped.

She closed her mouth, pursing her lips slightly before a small smile played at her lips.

"Thank you," he said, closing the gap between their lips.


Sakura stirred in her sleep, letting out a soft moan, as she felt the silent alarm in her body waking her. She felt a familiar, heavy arm draped over her waist, holding her to its body so she could not escape him.

She looked at Syaoran's face, seeing him sleep soundlessly beside her. She touched his face, caressing his cheek gently, feeling the slight stubble coming in.

Glancing at the clock, she realized they had just fallen asleep a little over an hour ago when they finally called an end to the sex. It was four in the morning and she had to be right back up at seven.

What was I thinking?

As if Syaoran sensed her trying to leave, his hold around her body tightened, pulling her closer to him. She felt a sudden stab of guilt at her heart, knowing that she had to end this for good.

She still could not wrap her head around how stupid and careless she had been the other day. What even made her think that was appropriate to do in public?

Getting caught and exposed with Syaoran was just a reminder that she was not a good psychologist.

All psychologist would look at her and shame her for getting with a patient. Even though no one but Akinari knew that he is her patient, she still felt the guilt of being with a patient when it was wrong and against all rules. And, if she somehow got caught, because she never had any kind of luck at getting away with doing wrong, it would be the end of her.

She trusted Akinari with all her heart, but she knew that he had every right to turn her in, ending her career. She had worked too hard to get to where she is today, and if it was somehow snatched from her, she would not know what to do with herself. This was all she ever wanted to do in life since she entered high school.

She had a friend who struggled with depression and drug abuse because her parents had been struggling with their marriage. She had been in the middle of it, taking the back lash from both parents, so she was constantly an emotional wreck. Her father often physically abused her, while her mother did emotionally.

Her friend had even attempted suicide a multiple time during all of this, but Sakura had always been there for her whenever the girl was at her lowest points.

Sakura had always been the type of person to help others since a child, but it was only when that friend took her own life when Sakura was not around to stop her. It had been devastating, but it gave her the passion to want to help people like that. She saw through her friend's life the hardship that addicts go through while abusing substances.

She had even tried some herself when she first met the girl. They had gone to her friend's house because her parents were not home, and she had convinced Sakura to take a whiff of what she had. And, that was the last time Sakura even thought to engage in it because she could see how a person could get addicted to drugs. It felt good. It made her forget all her worries and problems. She felt good. But, she knew that, that was not how she wanted to live. So, instead of joining her friend the next round, she made it a goal to get her friend away from the drugs.

It was just not in her control that she could not help the poor girl, until it was too late.

Now, here she was years later, and still wanted to help any person she could before it was too late.

Her eyes fell on Syaoran again, seeing him still sleeping. She did not want to leave him, but she knew this was the only way she had to. By force.

Every time she tried to be reasonable by telling him that they could not work, all she wanted to do was kiss and hold him like nothing else mattered in the world but them. She was a logical person and knew that acting based on your emotions was not a good thing. So, sneaking out and cutting him completely off was the only thing she could think of.

She still wanted to help him, but there was no way she could by still being his therapist. She had already failed him as a therapist by allowing her emotions to get involved, so the least she could do is correct this before anything else could be ruined.

She just hoped that he would go to another therapist to continue getting better. The thought of him seeing another one made her feel beyond jealous, but logic and reasoning over feelings was always better, she reminded herself.

Not knowing what to expect outside these doors nearly scared her to death already. No one had to know, but that did not mean she did not know what she was doing is wrong.

Sakura took a deep breath, thinking of anything that could make her not want to stay here with Syaoran.

My Career.

Standards and morals.

A sex addict.

A patient.

A man who slept with, God-knows-how-many, women.

And no kids.

The last one was a major factor. Even though Syaoran gave her the slightest bit of hope that she could change his mind set about having kids one day, if the reversal would even be successful, she felt like he only said it to convince her to agree to be with him. But, when it came down to it, he would tell her no and that he does not want to have kids in the end.

He said that he did not want kids to begin with because he meant it. It was the fact that he went as far as getting a vasectomy that convinced her that he already had his mind settled about having kids.

So, Sakura knew how this worked. She had mastered the game of manipulation, so she felt like he was trying to manipulate her with the things he told her.

She wanted kids one day. In fact, she wanted them very soon before she got up in age and would not be able to play around with them anymore.

Syaoran could not give that to her, so she could not be with him. They wanted different things in life, so she could not see how it would work.

With that thought in mind, she gently untangled her body from Syaoran's, certain not to make any noise. She slid a pillow under his arm carefully, because she knew how he liked to grip her body throughout the night to remind himself that she was still there with him.

Taking one last look at his peaceful face, she picked up his shirt on the floor, slipping it on and leaving his room. She put her pants back on and grabbed her purse, so she could leave this place and never come back.


"Dr. Li, what is this all about?"

"Are you and Dr. Kinomoto having an affair?"

"Are you her patient? We weren't aware that you were struggling with your mental health!"

"Is she your patient?"

Syaoran ignored all the reporters and flashing lights, walking through the crowd to get into the hospital. He should have known that they would come here. But, he refused to tell them anything, not knowing what Sakura would want to tell them.

As soon as he walked through the doors of his hospital, the ruckus did not stop.

"Li!"

Syaoran jumped, surprised by the sudden call of his name. "Could you keep it down, Hanaka?" He glared at the man who is approaching him with a grin on his face.

"Shouldn't we be telling you that? Look what you brought to the hospital with you," Hanaka said, grinning at him as he pointed to the door.

"I didn't bring anyone here. Now, go find a way to get rid of those people," Syaoran said, sounding annoyed as he stepped on the side of Hanaka to clock in.

Hanaka was hot on his trail, though. "I'll handle it in a bit, but is it all true? You're seeing the Kinomoto Sakura?" Hanaka asked, rushing to walk beside him.

"No. We're...just good friends—"

"Is she the woman you were giving a good fuck to, a week or so, ago?"

Syaoran clenched his fist, not liking the way that sounded about Sakura. She was not just a "fuck" or a woman he just slept with. They were doing much more than "fucking."

"I told you we're just good friends. And that woman was not just a good fuck," Syaoran said defensively.

"Cool it, doctor. I never said she was," Hanaka said, holding up a hand in surrender.

Syaoran punched his numbers into the computer so he could clock in. "Good. Keep it that way," he said, heading towards the locker room. He could still feel Hanaka following him. But, as soon as he walked through the locker doors, all heads turned towards him.

Just fucking great.

"What the hell are you all looking at? Get ready for the day," he snapped, making everyone jump and finish what they were doing.

Syaoran walked over to his locker and changed into his work clothes.

"So, you're still not going to tell me who she was? Everyone's been talking, man—"

"Does it look like I give a shit about that?" Syaoran asked, slipping the scrub shirt over his head.

He could see Hanaka shrug through his left peripheral. "As your good friend, I'd still like to know. It's not like I'll let everyone know," Hanaka said.

Syaoran turned to him, giving the man a deadpanned look. "There is nothing to tell, so keep your nose out of my business," he said.

"Man, we're like brothers. We tell each other everything—"

"You tell me everything," Syaoran corrected, raising a brow at him. "Can I change in peace?"

"Continue changing, but you tell me everything too. You used to tell me about the women you smashed daily, but you just suddenly stopped when you started seeing this mystery woman that you're refusing to tell me about," Hanaka said, sounding disappointed.

"There's nothing to tell, Hanaka. Now, will you stop giving everyone in my hospital more to gossip about? I know it's you opening your mouth."

Hanaka burst out laughing, smacking Syaoran on the back. "If I get the word around to everyone, then maybe the lucky woman who has your heart would speak up if it's her."

"It's no one at this hospital, now drop this subject and move on."

As soon as he finished and turned to walk out of the locker room, he could feel all eyes on him again. Sighing, he just walked out of the locker room to go check the surgery schedule today. Today was one of those days where he wanted to cut and fix. He was glad that he got caught up on all his paper work, because this would serve him some justice.

"Dr. Li," a familiar feminine voice called, making him freeze in his spot.

"Akari," he acknowledged without even looking back at her.

"Uh..."

Sensing her obvious hesitancy, he turned around to face her. "What is it?" he asked, looking down at the blushing woman.

"I was just wondering if everything was alright with you... with all that's going on," she said quietly.

He nodded, looking around the hospital for any other woman he may have slept with. There was just so many...

"Everything's fine. It'll blow over—"

"Is it true?"

He raised a brow, wondering what she meant by that question.

"That you're seeing someone else... and that's the reason you haven't been... with me or anyone else at the hospital," she said.

Syaoran sighed, nodding his head. "I am involved with someone else, but that's not the only reason I haven't been sleeping around anymore," he said truthfully. He had been wanting to do this lately, so he decided that now would be a good place to start. "I've realized how wrong it is to... just sleep with anyone. I should respect you and any other female I'm around every day. It's a struggle, because I am still a man, but that's what I'm striving to do now. The person that I have feelings for just makes it that much easier for me to because I respect her and wouldn't want to do anything to hurt her."

Akari's eyes watered a bit. "Is it Kinomoto-san?"

He sighed, not wanting to deny Sakura, but knew she would not want him telling anyone about their relationship. "The news is bullshit. But, I want to apologize to you," he said. Her eyes widened, surprised to hear that statement. "I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that. You're a beautiful woman who I should've respected from the very beginning, but I didn't. So, for that... I'm sorry and hope that you could find it in yourself to forgive me for my wrongdoings."

Akari stared at him in awe, deciding to just nod.

"Have a good day," he said formally before walking away to avoid the awkward atmosphere between them.

He walked to his office, deciding to wait to scrub in on a surgery. The moment he walked to his desk, he took out his phone to check and see if he had any missed calls or texts. There were none.

He ringed Sakura for the tenth time that morning, growing frustrated with her absence. She had left his place sometime throughout the night without him knowing and now she was ignoring him.

He understood that she was still upset with him for whatever reason but ignoring him was driving him insane now. He just wished she would be honest with him, so they could somehow work this out.

It was clear that she felt something for him. But, what exactly? He did not know.

Now, he was having to deal with all of this alone.

Damn living in a small town, because there were news reporters still outside his hospital with so many questions.

After seeing him and Sakura on screen together, he never thought it would be this bad. Quite frankly, he did not even think it would go any deeper than the clear picture.

But when he arrived at his hospital this morning, they were sitting outside his hospital, waiting for him to ask questions about everything.

Apparently, Sakura had some connections with Clow Reed, because they were theorizing that she talked the man into putting his trust in the hospital.

He could not understand why they were making a big deal about this.

Maybe because you were once known as a manwhore...

Syaoran wanted to strangle his subconscious for reminding him of that.

Now, he was thinking about how this all could affect Sakura. He remembered one of the reporters asking him if he was a patient or she a patient to him. There were just too many questions asked and theories created, that he was not even sure how to answer any of them anymore.

It was not as easy as he thought it would be.

There were too many factors to take in, so he was beginning to understand why Sakura had been so uptight about them being discovered.

That did not change the fact that he still wanted to be with her, though.

He just needed to figure out how they could fix this without hurting Sakura in the process. He had to keep into consideration that she had already been through enough and her being exposed like this was like opening another wound.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, making his heart stop beating. Or, so it felt that way.

"C-come in," he stuttered, sounding foreign to his own ears.

The door opened, revealing...Akinari?

Instantly, his blood boiled, remembering how Sakura defended him so much last night.

Syaoran was surprised to see a glare on his face as well as he closed the door behind him loudly. He had a newspaper in his hand, storming towards Syaoran, making him stop his pacing.

Akinari threw the paper on the desk, revealing the picture of Sakura hugging him. "What the hell is this?" he asked, turning to Syaoran.


A/N: I know this was a terrible note to end on with another cliffy, especially since I've been MIA on you guys, but please, please, please understand that life's being a pain in the behind right now. As always, thanks to theDeviantme for editing any mistakes from the writing binges I have xD.

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