Macross 7 fanfic:
Soul in Tune with a Wish (5/12)
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It had been about a week since their first visit to the hospital.
The mayor was the picture of health. She had recieved a concussion when she slipped on a
few letters of complaints. Max, Mylene, Basara and Gamlin helped her recovery by their
frequent, and regular visits.
When the doctors agreed upon her condition, she was released shortly after. After her release,
she was encouraged to rest... but even that was not possible for a woman such as the mayor.
***********
"We've raised over 200,000 yen." exclaimed Basara... or at least he was supposed to.
"Cut!" yelled the director.
"What wrong with you two?"
"Make-up, their sweating again."
The women rushed towards the two. "Michael-san, their both burning up."
"What do you mean?" Questioned the director.
"They both have extremely high fevers."
"I'm fine." interjected Basara.
"Me too..." drifted Mylene.
"Bring a nurse!" Yelled the director as he pulled out a metal canteen.
***********
The frequent visits to the hospital had taken a huge toll on their health. Travelling
daily from the sweltering humidity of Hollywood to the arctic coldness of City 7, had
caused Mylene and Basara to be stricken with the flu. They each were given a sick period,
in which they were instructed to recover as soon as possible.
Milia bustled around Mylene's hotel room. The yellow light of a tall streetlamp
streamed through the window. The crescent moon was barely visable in the darkness.
::Katchoo::
Mylene crumbled another tissue
"This is really beautiful." Millia stated as she made her way to Mylene's bed. "This
is the treatment they give stars like my daughter."
"Mom. are you spending the night again?"
"I can't tonight. I have a long meeting followed by a dinner with your dad... It's
our anniversary, remember?"
"Oh yeah!" Mylene sat up hastily. "You two seem much happier since you got back together."
"Mylene, don't start."
"What? I'm just telling the truth. And besides, dad isn't scared of you anymore."
Milia chuckled. "He better be afraid if he didn't get me a good gift."
Milia bent over her daughter. "I made you some chicken soup. It's in the microwave."
"You don't say... you opened a can?"
"Don't start Mylene."
"What?"
She kissed her daughter on the forehead and floated out of the room.
"Goodbye mama." Mylene closed her eyes in a pathetic attempt to sleep. Her eyes fluttered
open every once in a while observing how much time had passed. She rose from her reclining
postion and reached for one of the remote controls. She was possesed by the idea to bother
Basara. She couldn't seem to stamp him out of her thoughts... Everything reminded her of him.
She punched in his number.
**
Basara could not sleep either. Not only was he sick, but he was also disturbed.
::Ring Ring::
Basara groaned before picking up his remote control. He pressed a green button revealing
Mylene's face. "What do you want?"
"Basara, this is all your fault."
"Is that what you called for?"
Her thin pink eyebrow arched in anger. "I'm serious. You owe me an apology."
"Yes yes. I'm sorry Mylene."
::Click::
He cut off the line.
Mylene stared at the blank screen. "I can't believe he just did that!" She dialed again.
::Ring Ring::
"What do you want?"
"I'm bored."
::Click::
:: Ring Ring::
"Basara!"
"Don't call me again."
::click::
Basara counted aloud. "One, two, three."
::Ring Ring::
He grinned silently to himself. She was so easy to lure. He would set the bait, and she'd
take it. Hook, line, and sinker. "What is it?" He asked, gaining pleasure from the
needy expression on her face.
"Why are you being so mean. I'm not feeling well and you just ignore me." She rubbed her
eyes before continuing. "The least you could do is talk to me."
Basara noted how cute she looked in her PJs. "Alright alright. How are you feeling."
"Bad. How about you?"
"I'm--"
::Knock knock::
"Wait a second Basara, let me see who it is."
Mylene jumped out of her bed, racing towards the door. "Who is it?"
"It's Gamlin." The familiar voice called.
"Uh... hold on!"
Mylene ran over to the screen.
"It's Gamlin! Bye Basara."
"You can't jus--"
::Click::
Basara sighed. It wasn't fair. She controlled so much of him. His entire mood could change
with just one smile from her. He reached for his guitar and began to fiddle with the strings.
***********
"I'm sorry to bother you."
"It's okay." said Mylene.
"Here, I bought you these."
"Arigatou!" said Mylene. "So how was your day?"
"Hectic." Gamlin replied. "Since you two have been sick, they decided to shoot *all* of the
pilot scenes. I've had a long day."
"Really. I was so bored." Mylene placed the flowers into a vase.
"Well, are you feeling better?"
"A little, but I'm more bored than tired. Let's tell eachother scary stories!"
Gamlin rubbed his hand behind his head.
"I don't know how."
"Then make one up. It's easy."
Mylene hopped onto her bed.
"Come on."
"In your bed??" Asked a blushing Gamlin.
"It's okay... unless you have ulterior motives?!?!"
"No! I would never!"
Gamlin removed his shoes and followed Mylene.
He lay beside her and she rested her head in the crook of his arm, draping her right arm
over his stomach.
"Go ahead." She closed her eyes.
"uh... Well... there was a man... he lived in this very hotel room... He found himself
helplessy in love with a woman... He wasn't sure if she loved him in return."
"What happened ..." whispered Mylene as she drifted into sleep's grasp.
"Well, he fell deeper and deeper. Later, he was killed in a plane crash. Every night,
he goes to each hotel room and whistles in every sleeping girl's ears..."
Gamlin moved closer to Mylene... "Do you love me?"
Her breathing stabilized. She was sound asleep. He didn't feel like getting up. He wanted
them to stay this way if not forever, just a little while longer.
***********
Basara stuck the dull pencil in his ear.
He plucked his strings for a few minutes, reviewing what he had written.
~ *So close*
*So close*
*So close*
*so close*
Close to me
Darling you get close to me.
You found the very heart in me.
And drown out my misery.
You got a way of ending all my troubles
*Ending all my troubles*
When you get close to me.
*when you get close to me*
Prove to me.
Baby you can prove to me.
When I'm sad as I can be.
When the world has turned on me.
You got a way of Solving all my problems
*Solving all my problems*
When you get close to me
*when you get close to me*
hmmm
I don't talk to nobody much
But I can talk to you.
You must have that magic touch...~
Basara stopped and picked up his pencil again. Under the sloppy rows of dots, he wrote more lyrics.
~Cause i'm falling in love with you...
Ooooohh.~
TO BE CONTINUED...
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NOTES:
1. The song Basara is singing/ writing was sung/possibly written by a guy named
Derrick Harriot. It's called 'Close to Me'and I think the version I heard was a
cover... I love that song!
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Soul in Tune with a Wish (6/12)
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"Cut!" The director removed his glasses. "Joe, if you mess this up one more time, I'm writing
you out of the script."
"Yes dad!"
"Mylene, that was good. Let's do this one more time."
"Scene 19, take eleven."
"Miki, did you have a good time?"
"Yes. I love Alice Holiday."
The car suddenly stopped. "Here we are."
Miki's eyes skecthed their surroundings.
"Joe... This isn't my house."
"Really?"
"Yes." Mylene's eyes dropped. "I think this is the parking lot of Shokan College."
"Really?"
"Yes."
**
Gamlin clenched his fists in anger. He wanted to burst in a fit of rage. Joe was lucky he
was so far away! Instead he focused his attention on Mylene.
Basara watched closely from the wings. He was positively convinced that Joe wasn't
just acting.
"Basara, stand by." whispered the director. "You will be walking to your room when you hear
her scream."
Basara nodded, eager to get onto the soundstage and end Mylene's discomfort.
**
Joe leaned forward to kiss Miki. She turned her head just in time.
"Can you please open the door."
"It's locked." Said Joe as he climbed past the steering wheel to the passenger side of the
car. Miki climbed into the backseat, desperately fumbling with the locked door.
"Joe you're scaring me."
"If you'd just relax you wouldn't be scared." Joe climbed after, easy joining her in
the back seat.
"Stop."
He pushed her down, ignoring her protests.
"Stop!"
He then began to unloosen her buttons as Basara appeared from the corner of a building.
"HELP!" She screamed all-too frantically, causing Basara to run towards the car.
"Miki?!"
Mylene looked through the window at Basara. "Bobby!" She continued to stuggle against Joe
as Basara banged at the windows with his fist.
The sugar-glass began to crack and with one blow from his elbow, the fake window
shattered completely.
Basara immediately reached in, pulling Joe by the collar.
"Stop rolling!" Cried the director.
"Don't move at all."
"Gamlin, are you ready."
"Hai."
Gamlin fixed his black wig into place as Joe climbed out of the car.
Gamlin replaced him. The stage manager tried to positon him in he exact spot. His legs were
straddled over Mylene's stomach and his head was out of the shattered window.
His collar was fit into Basara's fingers.
"Is everyone in their places?"
"Make sure the cameras stay away from the stunt double's face."
"Sorry Mylene." Whispered Gamlin.
"It's okay." She whispered back.
Basara watched the brief interaction between the two. "Nice hair." He whispered to Gamlin.
Gamlin grinned at him.
"Okay, We're ready to roll in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... action!"
Basara dragged Gamlin through the window and onto the ground. He slammed his head
against the car door before releasing his collar. "Get out of here before I call the police!"
Gamlin then staggered off stage.
Basara turned to Mylene who stared blankly in front of her. Her shirt was unloosened and her
skirt slightly ruffled.
He almost felt like crying but he followed the script. "Are you okay?"
She didn't answer. She didn't even seem to breathe.
He tried to open the door, but it was locked. He then marched to the front of the car,
smashing the windows of the front seat to pull out the Car keys. It wasn't long before
he unlocked the door. "Get out." He said.
She didn't respond.
He climbed in and lifted her out before carrying her into the dark dormitory.
"And... stop rolling."
"Finally! We've been shooting that blasted scene all morning."
Mylene and Basara walked slowly off the set.
"Are you okay?" Basara questioned softly.
"I think so." responded Mylene. "That was scary."
Basara watched her expression carefully, finding more and more reason to strangle
Joe and his idiot father.
"Make-up!"
The crew then bustled around a dazed Mylene and a slightly pissed Basara.
"Okay, were ready to shoot scene 20. Move to stage 6."
The entire cast and crew migrated to the neighboring stage. It was Bobby's dorm room.
"Mylene, It is here you confess your love to Bobby. You are scared, confused, slightly dazed,
but you know what you're saying. Bobby, you don't believe her. You yourself are afraid and
angry. But most importantly you are worried. Places!..." He settled into his chair, adjusting
his earpeice as he opened his script. "Quiet on the set. Lights. Camera. Action."
"Scene 20, take one."
Basara sat Mylene onto his bed. He stood in front of her.
"You can stay here if you want."
She didn't answer.
He sighed loudly before looking at her again. "I'll make you a cup of coffee."
He turned to small stove where a rusty kettle stood. Taking the Kettle, he moved to
the blue x where he began to run the water.
Upon hearing the faucet, Mylene rose to her cue. She staggered silently to Basara. Upon
reaching him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and wept into his back. When he felt
her behind him, he dropped the kettle.
"I was so scared."
They stood that way for a whole miunte. The camera switched from his face to hers
and a man controlled the 'rain water' that dripped down the other side of a small window.
She pulled away from him suddenly and headed towards the door.
"Where are you going?" He called after her.
She stopped at the yellow x. "I can't stay here." She said.
He walked carefully to the black x.
"Why?"
She turned around to face him and they began staring into eachother's eyes. She felt
herself blush, the cameras capturing the unscrpted look on her face.
"Miki, it wasn't your fault!" He shouted at her, his voice trembling slightly.
"Yes it is." A tear escaped her eye. "It's my fault for letting myself..."
She smiled at him. "fall in love with you."
Basara's eyes widened and began to glisten with moisture.
She immediately looked down. "I only went to make you jealous... I can't stay here...
I'm..." She closed her eyes. "leaving the band... You guys will be better off without
someone like me."
She turned to face the door. "Bye Bobby. Tell the others goodbye for me."
At that she left.
"And... Stop rolling... Now."
**
The entire set applauded.
"That was marvelous!" Upon receiving no respose from the actors, Michael rose from his
seat. "What's wrong with the two of you?"
TO BE CONTINUED...
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NOTES:
1. Joe is supposed to be ECCHI!
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It had been about a week since their first visit to the hospital.
The mayor was the picture of health. She had recieved a concussion when she slipped on a
few letters of complaints. Max, Mylene, Basara and Gamlin helped her recovery by their
frequent, and regular visits.
When the doctors agreed upon her condition, she was released shortly after. After her release,
she was encouraged to rest... but even that was not possible for a woman such as the mayor.
***********
"We've raised over 200,000 yen." exclaimed Basara... or at least he was supposed to.
"Cut!" yelled the director.
"What wrong with you two?"
"Make-up, their sweating again."
The women rushed towards the two. "Michael-san, their both burning up."
"What do you mean?" Questioned the director.
"They both have extremely high fevers."
"I'm fine." interjected Basara.
"Me too..." drifted Mylene.
"Bring a nurse!" Yelled the director as he pulled out a metal canteen.
***********
The frequent visits to the hospital had taken a huge toll on their health. Travelling
daily from the sweltering humidity of Hollywood to the arctic coldness of City 7, had
caused Mylene and Basara to be stricken with the flu. They each were given a sick period,
in which they were instructed to recover as soon as possible.
Milia bustled around Mylene's hotel room. The yellow light of a tall streetlamp
streamed through the window. The crescent moon was barely visable in the darkness.
::Katchoo::
Mylene crumbled another tissue
"This is really beautiful." Millia stated as she made her way to Mylene's bed. "This
is the treatment they give stars like my daughter."
"Mom. are you spending the night again?"
"I can't tonight. I have a long meeting followed by a dinner with your dad... It's
our anniversary, remember?"
"Oh yeah!" Mylene sat up hastily. "You two seem much happier since you got back together."
"Mylene, don't start."
"What? I'm just telling the truth. And besides, dad isn't scared of you anymore."
Milia chuckled. "He better be afraid if he didn't get me a good gift."
Milia bent over her daughter. "I made you some chicken soup. It's in the microwave."
"You don't say... you opened a can?"
"Don't start Mylene."
"What?"
She kissed her daughter on the forehead and floated out of the room.
"Goodbye mama." Mylene closed her eyes in a pathetic attempt to sleep. Her eyes fluttered
open every once in a while observing how much time had passed. She rose from her reclining
postion and reached for one of the remote controls. She was possesed by the idea to bother
Basara. She couldn't seem to stamp him out of her thoughts... Everything reminded her of him.
She punched in his number.
**
Basara could not sleep either. Not only was he sick, but he was also disturbed.
::Ring Ring::
Basara groaned before picking up his remote control. He pressed a green button revealing
Mylene's face. "What do you want?"
"Basara, this is all your fault."
"Is that what you called for?"
Her thin pink eyebrow arched in anger. "I'm serious. You owe me an apology."
"Yes yes. I'm sorry Mylene."
::Click::
He cut off the line.
Mylene stared at the blank screen. "I can't believe he just did that!" She dialed again.
::Ring Ring::
"What do you want?"
"I'm bored."
::Click::
:: Ring Ring::
"Basara!"
"Don't call me again."
::click::
Basara counted aloud. "One, two, three."
::Ring Ring::
He grinned silently to himself. She was so easy to lure. He would set the bait, and she'd
take it. Hook, line, and sinker. "What is it?" He asked, gaining pleasure from the
needy expression on her face.
"Why are you being so mean. I'm not feeling well and you just ignore me." She rubbed her
eyes before continuing. "The least you could do is talk to me."
Basara noted how cute she looked in her PJs. "Alright alright. How are you feeling."
"Bad. How about you?"
"I'm--"
::Knock knock::
"Wait a second Basara, let me see who it is."
Mylene jumped out of her bed, racing towards the door. "Who is it?"
"It's Gamlin." The familiar voice called.
"Uh... hold on!"
Mylene ran over to the screen.
"It's Gamlin! Bye Basara."
"You can't jus--"
::Click::
Basara sighed. It wasn't fair. She controlled so much of him. His entire mood could change
with just one smile from her. He reached for his guitar and began to fiddle with the strings.
***********
"I'm sorry to bother you."
"It's okay." said Mylene.
"Here, I bought you these."
"Arigatou!" said Mylene. "So how was your day?"
"Hectic." Gamlin replied. "Since you two have been sick, they decided to shoot *all* of the
pilot scenes. I've had a long day."
"Really. I was so bored." Mylene placed the flowers into a vase.
"Well, are you feeling better?"
"A little, but I'm more bored than tired. Let's tell eachother scary stories!"
Gamlin rubbed his hand behind his head.
"I don't know how."
"Then make one up. It's easy."
Mylene hopped onto her bed.
"Come on."
"In your bed??" Asked a blushing Gamlin.
"It's okay... unless you have ulterior motives?!?!"
"No! I would never!"
Gamlin removed his shoes and followed Mylene.
He lay beside her and she rested her head in the crook of his arm, draping her right arm
over his stomach.
"Go ahead." She closed her eyes.
"uh... Well... there was a man... he lived in this very hotel room... He found himself
helplessy in love with a woman... He wasn't sure if she loved him in return."
"What happened ..." whispered Mylene as she drifted into sleep's grasp.
"Well, he fell deeper and deeper. Later, he was killed in a plane crash. Every night,
he goes to each hotel room and whistles in every sleeping girl's ears..."
Gamlin moved closer to Mylene... "Do you love me?"
Her breathing stabilized. She was sound asleep. He didn't feel like getting up. He wanted
them to stay this way if not forever, just a little while longer.
***********
Basara stuck the dull pencil in his ear.
He plucked his strings for a few minutes, reviewing what he had written.
~ *So close*
*So close*
*So close*
*so close*
Close to me
Darling you get close to me.
You found the very heart in me.
And drown out my misery.
You got a way of ending all my troubles
*Ending all my troubles*
When you get close to me.
*when you get close to me*
Prove to me.
Baby you can prove to me.
When I'm sad as I can be.
When the world has turned on me.
You got a way of Solving all my problems
*Solving all my problems*
When you get close to me
*when you get close to me*
hmmm
I don't talk to nobody much
But I can talk to you.
You must have that magic touch...~
Basara stopped and picked up his pencil again. Under the sloppy rows of dots, he wrote more lyrics.
~Cause i'm falling in love with you...
Ooooohh.~
TO BE CONTINUED...
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NOTES:
1. The song Basara is singing/ writing was sung/possibly written by a guy named
Derrick Harriot. It's called 'Close to Me'and I think the version I heard was a
cover... I love that song!
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Soul in Tune with a Wish (6/12)
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"Cut!" The director removed his glasses. "Joe, if you mess this up one more time, I'm writing
you out of the script."
"Yes dad!"
"Mylene, that was good. Let's do this one more time."
"Scene 19, take eleven."
"Miki, did you have a good time?"
"Yes. I love Alice Holiday."
The car suddenly stopped. "Here we are."
Miki's eyes skecthed their surroundings.
"Joe... This isn't my house."
"Really?"
"Yes." Mylene's eyes dropped. "I think this is the parking lot of Shokan College."
"Really?"
"Yes."
**
Gamlin clenched his fists in anger. He wanted to burst in a fit of rage. Joe was lucky he
was so far away! Instead he focused his attention on Mylene.
Basara watched closely from the wings. He was positively convinced that Joe wasn't
just acting.
"Basara, stand by." whispered the director. "You will be walking to your room when you hear
her scream."
Basara nodded, eager to get onto the soundstage and end Mylene's discomfort.
**
Joe leaned forward to kiss Miki. She turned her head just in time.
"Can you please open the door."
"It's locked." Said Joe as he climbed past the steering wheel to the passenger side of the
car. Miki climbed into the backseat, desperately fumbling with the locked door.
"Joe you're scaring me."
"If you'd just relax you wouldn't be scared." Joe climbed after, easy joining her in
the back seat.
"Stop."
He pushed her down, ignoring her protests.
"Stop!"
He then began to unloosen her buttons as Basara appeared from the corner of a building.
"HELP!" She screamed all-too frantically, causing Basara to run towards the car.
"Miki?!"
Mylene looked through the window at Basara. "Bobby!" She continued to stuggle against Joe
as Basara banged at the windows with his fist.
The sugar-glass began to crack and with one blow from his elbow, the fake window
shattered completely.
Basara immediately reached in, pulling Joe by the collar.
"Stop rolling!" Cried the director.
"Don't move at all."
"Gamlin, are you ready."
"Hai."
Gamlin fixed his black wig into place as Joe climbed out of the car.
Gamlin replaced him. The stage manager tried to positon him in he exact spot. His legs were
straddled over Mylene's stomach and his head was out of the shattered window.
His collar was fit into Basara's fingers.
"Is everyone in their places?"
"Make sure the cameras stay away from the stunt double's face."
"Sorry Mylene." Whispered Gamlin.
"It's okay." She whispered back.
Basara watched the brief interaction between the two. "Nice hair." He whispered to Gamlin.
Gamlin grinned at him.
"Okay, We're ready to roll in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... action!"
Basara dragged Gamlin through the window and onto the ground. He slammed his head
against the car door before releasing his collar. "Get out of here before I call the police!"
Gamlin then staggered off stage.
Basara turned to Mylene who stared blankly in front of her. Her shirt was unloosened and her
skirt slightly ruffled.
He almost felt like crying but he followed the script. "Are you okay?"
She didn't answer. She didn't even seem to breathe.
He tried to open the door, but it was locked. He then marched to the front of the car,
smashing the windows of the front seat to pull out the Car keys. It wasn't long before
he unlocked the door. "Get out." He said.
She didn't respond.
He climbed in and lifted her out before carrying her into the dark dormitory.
"And... stop rolling."
"Finally! We've been shooting that blasted scene all morning."
Mylene and Basara walked slowly off the set.
"Are you okay?" Basara questioned softly.
"I think so." responded Mylene. "That was scary."
Basara watched her expression carefully, finding more and more reason to strangle
Joe and his idiot father.
"Make-up!"
The crew then bustled around a dazed Mylene and a slightly pissed Basara.
"Okay, were ready to shoot scene 20. Move to stage 6."
The entire cast and crew migrated to the neighboring stage. It was Bobby's dorm room.
"Mylene, It is here you confess your love to Bobby. You are scared, confused, slightly dazed,
but you know what you're saying. Bobby, you don't believe her. You yourself are afraid and
angry. But most importantly you are worried. Places!..." He settled into his chair, adjusting
his earpeice as he opened his script. "Quiet on the set. Lights. Camera. Action."
"Scene 20, take one."
Basara sat Mylene onto his bed. He stood in front of her.
"You can stay here if you want."
She didn't answer.
He sighed loudly before looking at her again. "I'll make you a cup of coffee."
He turned to small stove where a rusty kettle stood. Taking the Kettle, he moved to
the blue x where he began to run the water.
Upon hearing the faucet, Mylene rose to her cue. She staggered silently to Basara. Upon
reaching him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and wept into his back. When he felt
her behind him, he dropped the kettle.
"I was so scared."
They stood that way for a whole miunte. The camera switched from his face to hers
and a man controlled the 'rain water' that dripped down the other side of a small window.
She pulled away from him suddenly and headed towards the door.
"Where are you going?" He called after her.
She stopped at the yellow x. "I can't stay here." She said.
He walked carefully to the black x.
"Why?"
She turned around to face him and they began staring into eachother's eyes. She felt
herself blush, the cameras capturing the unscrpted look on her face.
"Miki, it wasn't your fault!" He shouted at her, his voice trembling slightly.
"Yes it is." A tear escaped her eye. "It's my fault for letting myself..."
She smiled at him. "fall in love with you."
Basara's eyes widened and began to glisten with moisture.
She immediately looked down. "I only went to make you jealous... I can't stay here...
I'm..." She closed her eyes. "leaving the band... You guys will be better off without
someone like me."
She turned to face the door. "Bye Bobby. Tell the others goodbye for me."
At that she left.
"And... Stop rolling... Now."
**
The entire set applauded.
"That was marvelous!" Upon receiving no respose from the actors, Michael rose from his
seat. "What's wrong with the two of you?"
TO BE CONTINUED...
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NOTES:
1. Joe is supposed to be ECCHI!
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