Darker by the Day
By JakandTornSweetheart
Disclaimer: Jak says "have a nice day," Jak says, "I can't think on my own," Jak says, "JATS doesn't own anything, Jak says, "Go bite yourself!"
The second part of this chapter has been revamped! Please read!!
Chapter 10
Catching Up
Jak, Daxter, and Keira walked into the Underground hideout completely exhausted. After all the hell they went through at the Palace, they also had to outrun and outdrive the KG all the way to the Slums.
With Keira's directions and Jak's driving, their clever maneuvers through the maze of roads in the Slums allowed for their escape… barely.
But even when they were safe in the alleyway that led to the hideout, Keira refused Jak's insistence on carrying her. She didn't need to be babied like a little girl who had scraped her knee. She was a grown-ass woman who could handle herself. And she could certainly walk down a few steps on her own two feet.
As the inner door to the hideout opened and she saw Torn's face, she almost ran right back out the door. He was mad. Really mad.
No… Torn was absolutely livid.
Torn had been seething behind the table at the hideout ever since he received the reports from one of the lower-ranked Krimzon Guards he had working for him. When he heard the outer door open, he began to mentally prepare the long angry speech they all had coming to them.
Then the door in front of him slid open, and one look at Keira made his words fail him. But just as quickly as his anger had left him, it returned full force.
"What the hell'd you do?!" he shouted at all of them, even though he kept a solid eye on Keira's battered form. With two strides of his long legs, he went to Keira's bed and pulled out the emergency kit from underneath it. Placing the heavy case on the mattress, he knelt in front of it.
"Us? Nothing... we've been, uh... sightseeing. Right, Jak? Keira?" Daxter said as he hopped up on the table and pretended to understand the papers strewn atop it. He knew anyone could see right through that lie, but it was worth a try.
As Keira tucked the bunk's veil under the mattress of the top bunk and sank down onto the mattress beside the case, Torn flipped it open and rummaged through layers of supplies until he found the health pack. He tossed it on the bed and slammed the case shut.
"I need the tweezers out of that," Keira said in a low voice before he could shove the case under the bed. She didn't want to say anything to him at all, but she really didn't want to have to dig the case back out herself.
Torn wanted to yell and scream and roar. He seriously wanted to just lose it because Keira had deliberately gone out of her way to hide this from him. And now she was hurt. It was easy to fix, but still. It hurt him to see her hurt.
It also made him very angry. When everything she needed was out of the case, he put it away. With a glance at Daxter, he said, "Really? Then why are the Krimzon Guard looking for-" He paused and removed a slip of paper from his pocket, then read the words that were in his own handwriting. "… a dangerous young man with light hair, blue tunic, and a rabid orange rat on his shoulder?"
Daxter flinched. "Heh… could be anybody. Orange is the new black this season." He smiled a wide smile that was completely fake, hoping no one would see through it.
Torn's gaze fell hard on Keira. He didn't even need the paper to finish. "His partner is a tall, skinny female with green hair, white tank top, and black jacket."
Keira visibly shrank back. He was looking at her with that disappointed look in his eyes. She hated for him to be disappointed in her. She preferred mad. She could handle mad. Disappointment only made her feel bad about herself.
"Look..." Jak chimed in, "we climbed up to the Baron's Palace and -"
"We tripped a few alarms," Keira finished. If Torn had known what had really gone on, she'd lose all the missions she now had the opportunity to work on.
"What? I didn't authorize a strike on the -"
"Hey, we kicked the Baron's ass," Jak said. "Unfortunately, he escaped."
Shit… her cover was completely blown. So much for her missions…
Torn's eyes widened and settled back on Keira. "You went up against the Baron?"
"Lay off her!" Jak yelled. "Keira kicked ass back there too. I've never seen a woman so good with a gun. Under pressure and a lot of fire, she came up with a damned good plan and got us out of there. It's my fault that's she's still hurt, so don't be mad at her for this. Be mad at me."
"I am mad at you!" he yelled back. Right then, Torn decided that he would have to have a long session at the gun course before he worked out all this anger. He could handle attitude, and he could handle failure or incompetence, though it was hard. But one thing he could not handle was someone going behind his back.
They had all gone behind his back. Jak he might expect this from, but not Keira.
"Relax, Tats," Daxter called from across the room. "It was worth it. We overheard a secret meeting with leader of the Metal Heads!"
"You saw the Metal Head leader?" Kor asked, fiercely trying to hide his sudden sense of panic. He hoped it came across as surprise, or interest, or something other than panic.
Keira's head jerked up in his general direction. Had he been there the whole time? She hadn't noticed until then.
The child was with him too, reaching his little hand out to Daxter as if he wanted to touch him but was afraid to do so at the same time. She would have smiled if she wasn't in so much pain. The kid had always made her smile for some reason. It was a pity that he had to spend most of his time with that grumpwad, Kor.
The way Kor had asked the question put her on edge. He never seemed to say exactly what he meant. And Keira had always felt that there was something oddly familiar about him. Yet, for over a year, she hadn't figured out exactly what that something was. She was convinced that it was probably something that she didn't want to remember, so she left it alone.
Still, Keira had decided that Kor wasn't someone to be trusted. But he seemed to hate the Baron well enough. And that was all that really mattered right now.
As Daxter explained the Baron's plans, Torn looked at Keira for confirmation, and she nodded her head. She mouthed the word 'later' and turned her attention back to the others. But as Torn started to examine her leg, she flinched and tried not to cry out in pain. He flashed an apologetic expression her way, and went back to her leg.
That is, until an angry voice interrupted him. "Why didn't you tell me that Ashelin was Praxis' daughter? What's your connection with her?" Jak asked in a low tone.
Keira looked at Jak incredulously, as if he was crazy for asking such a thing. This was Torn they were talking about. Torn was the last person Jak should be suspicious about.
He didn't seem to notice her look at all.
Torn nearly lost it. "That's none of your business!" The missions, Torn, he told himself. Think of the missions. Think of the people. "Since you've stirred up the wumpbee's nest, you and whiskers over there get to move four of our people to new safe houses. Shuttle each agent to a location they specify. Move all of them without any casualties. Try not to screw this one up, Jak!"
Fighting off his anger, Jak lightly put his hand on Keira's shoulder. Subtly, she touched his hand with hers, and nodded, giving him a look that meant she would definitely see him later.
Removing his hand from Keira's shoulder, he motioned to Daxter with a jerk of his head and walked to the door. Before he could reach it, Dax was on his shoulder again.
"I supposed I should be going too. Come along, boy," Kor said and escorted the kid from the hideout. "I'd watch that one, if I were you, Torn." And without waiting for a reply, Kor left.
But what Kor said was the very last thing on his mind. "What the hell was that?" he asked Keira when they were alone.
Keira grabbed the material of her pants and used it to move her leg up onto the bed, her back resting against the support rail at the foot of her bunk. Now that she was in the haven of the hideout and alone with Torn, she relaxed and let go of her tough exterior. Her breath came in hard pants from the pain. She tried not to moan, but it was hard. At least the breathing helped some.
"Torn, just get this shit out of my leg so I can take the damn health pack!" After that, she finally did moan, and rested her head against the metal of the support rail, eyes screwed shut. Getting shot was most definitely not fun.
Leaning over her, Torn supported her with a hand on her back as he helped remove her jacket. The right side he ripped off with a jerk, the blood having adhered it to her wound. She made a sound, but didn't shout. The wound reopened, and he quickly left to get a towel to press on it.
For one brief moment, she was completely alone. Alone and in pain was about the worst situation one could be in, she realized. She began to wonder if Torn was ever going to come back. In her state, a second was like an hour.
Finally, he returned to her side and quickly put pressure on the wound with the towel. As he did, he noticed that half her shirt was stained with blood, both dried and fresh.
"You're lucky it was shallow, or you would have bled to death," he said in a surprisingly impassive tone.
"Torn –"
"Stop it. I don't want to hear it." You don't know what it does to me to see you like this, he wanted to say, but didn't dare. He pulled an unmarked crate over to the side of her bed to sit on, then ripped her pants down the side and went to work removing the projectiles from her leg. There were only half a dozen, but they were all deep.
"Are you two… together?" he asked as he worked the first bit of stone out of her leg.
She winced, both from the tweezers in her leg and from his sudden question. Though, she was sort of glad for a distraction from the pain. She didn't know if he asked to distract her or because he disapproved. Maybe both.
"It's not what you think," she answered.
Torn raised an eyebrow, but didn't look in her direction. He concentrated on what he was doing.
"I mean… it is what you think, but it's not – " She stopped and sighed.
"Keira, you're not making sense."
She chuckled bitterly. "I know. None of this makes sense." She yelped as he grabbed on to the first bit of stone and yanked it free.
When she got control of her breathing again, she continued. "Do you remember when I told you about the guy I used to be with? The guy that I was with back in Sandover? The guy I lost when we came through the rift?"
"Yeah… I think so. Why?"
"Jak… It was Jak. He's the man that I was with."
Torn fought the urge to drop his jaw, and won. He settled for an expressionless face as he removed another piece from her leg. He would think about what all this meant later. Definitely not now. Not in front of her. "He doesn't seem at all like you said."
"He's – " she grunted as she tugged a third bit free from her leg. "He's different. I don't know how or why, but he's completely different than the Jak I used to know." At that point, she was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn't feel the pain of him ripped another bit free from its wound. Almost.
"Isn't that a problem, then?" Torn asked.
She gave the best smile she could, which was a horrible excuse for one. "I still love him. He's still Jak. I've changed a lot too, and he doesn't seem to mind so much. There's no sense in not trying, right?"
At that, Torn half-grunted. He knew first-hand that trying to work through drastic changes in a relationship was no easy thing. As far as he could tell, he and Ashelin were still together, but he was less sure every day.
"Torn, you need to keep a closer eye on Ashelin," she said seriously.
It was funny how Keira could read him so well. It was like she knew what he was thinking all the time.
"Why? Has something happened to her that I don't know about?" Then, "I'm sorry, but this is going to hurt." He gripped the shard of metal and twisted it sharply to force it out of her leg.
He mentally braced his ears against her cry of pain. He had heard the expression 'this hurts me more than it hurts you,' and thought it was nothing but sarcasm. But as he saw Keira try to bite back the tears that welled in her eyes, he got a feeling for where it had started. If he was feeling this much pain over this, he knew how much it hurt her.
"Bullet fragment," he said simply as he showed her the bit of metal doused with her own blood.
He placed it in the palm of her hand and went to removing the last piece. She waited until he had removed the last piece before ripping open the heath pack and absorbing it quickly.
The warm, healing energy of green eco surged through her. Cells regenerated an incredible speed and muscles repaired themselves from the inside out. When it was all done, she felt soothed and whole again.
"Better?" he asked.
"Much."
Torn moved to get up, but Keira stopped him with a firm hand on his arm. "Torn, look at me." And with a slight look of surprise, he did as she said to find a stern expression on her face.
She looked into those eyes that were so much like her second father's. "Ashelin could be in real trouble. You need to look out for her."
Worry pooled low in his gut. "What do you know?"
"When we overheard the Baron talking about his plans, he seemed really desperate about finding Mar's Tomb. He's got Ashelin working on it, but from the way he talked, she seems to be not cooperating like he wants. He said he would see to her resistance 'one way or another.' Those were his exact words."
"I see," he said, thinking. This meant Ashelin was in deep shit. It was one thing to be a double agent in any situation. It was another thing entirely to be playing both sides of a war, your father on one side and the man you love on the other. He had to protect Ashelin any way he could. "We'll sever communications with her for a while. We can't afford anyone being suspicious of her at this point. It won't be hard for her to act extra loyal to her father. Sometimes, with Ashelin, blood is thicker than water."
Keira frowned thoughtfully. "Torn, are you and Ashelin having problems again?"
As soon as she said it, he stood and moved the crate back against the wall with a twist of his foot. He returned to his usual place behind his table of maps and missions. As for her question, he intended to avoid it completely. Keira was the last person he needed to be concerned about his love life.
"I need to send someone to Dead Town to thin out the Metal Heads. That thing in Samos's hut is attracting them again. We don't need a repeat of last time. You up for it?"
"I am… but send Jak instead." She remained on her bunk, her elbows resting on her knees.
Torn glanced at her, and saw entirely too much. Her hair was messy, her clothes were torn in certain places, and her white tank was now half red. Even this disheveled she looked… well, it shouldn't concern him at all how she looked. It didn't concern him. Not at all.
"Why Jak?"
At this, she gave a small sigh. "I don't think he knows the whole truth about what Haven City is. Or where it is. Or even when it is. I don't know how to tell him. Hell, I'm not sure I can tell him. If he goes, he'll find out on his own."
"That's unlike you."
"Well… things are different with him. What would you do if you were me? You know how hard it was for me seeing it for the first time… and I knew it was the future already. We just found each other again. I can't tell him something like that. So… what would you do if you were me?"
The corners of his mouth turned upward, but it wasn't really a smirk and it wasn't really a smile. "I'd send Jak to Dead Town."
Keira's smile was smug. "That's what I thought," she said. With a yawn, she yanked down the tattered veil and stretched out on her bed, her back to him. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to catch a few hours sleep before I have to go back to the garage."
Sleep while you can. Soon, I'll be coming for you… eco freak!
Jak woke suddenly to the sight of an unfamiliar ceiling. He expected his heart to be pumping faster or his breath to be harder, but found himself in an odd and rare sense of calm.
Why did he feel so safe here? Where was here?
"It's about time you woke up. It'll be daylight soon. When was the last time you actually slept?"
He almost smiled at the sound of her voice. Everything came back to him then. He stretched his pleasantly sore muscles and sat up on the creaky mattress.
He was in Keira's apartment. Well… it wasn't really her apartment. The barren room that was used for Underground emergency situations – it was just across the alley, after all – was only where Keira liked to be when she wasn't at headquarters.
The room was small, barren, dusty and unkempt. Nothing he would ever associate with Keira. A cooler and sink made up the kitchen in the corner opposite from the bed he now sat up in. The far wall held the entrance and was dotted with either holes or worn wallpaper. The wall behind him was the same and was one long row of window after window, letting in the soft lights of the city as they bounced off the opposite side of the alley.
Keira, one of the only good things in his life, sat with her back to him on one of the large window sills in nothing but her tank top and underwear. His modest little Keira was gone, probably for good.
Not that he minded. The view happened to be infinitely better.
He stretched again and wrapped the sheet around his waist as he stood. "How long was I out?"
"Hours. I don't really know. I haven't been up long myself," she said and looked up at him when he moved into her line of vision.
"So that 'it's about time' stuff was just bullshit then?" he asked and gave her a small kiss on the mouth.
"Well… someone has to talk down to you every once in a while. It does you good."
"I'd say I've been talked down to more than my share."
At that, Keira shifted uncomfortably and went back to starting out the window. "I left you a drink in the cooler."
"Not thirsty," he said and leaned his hip on the wall and faced her. "You can see the hideout from here."
Keira smiled. "That's the point. Never far from home."
She winced. Apparently, she was eating foot for breakfast.
Her words brought Jak back to the events of today. Of realizing where they were, and when they were. Finding Samos, although he was different somehow. So much all at once.
Didn't she know about him?
"We met your father today."
"Jak… he's not my father."
He noticed that her voice held a hint of sadness. "What do you mean? He's Samos. Same name, same hair, same… sagely presence," he added sarcastically.
"That man is not my father, but he's Samos… somehow. That's the one thing I don't really understand about all this. He's so much like my father, but he's not the same person at all. He doesn't remember anything about Sandover, or you, or Daxter, or… or even me.
"Daddy's still out there somewhere. Now that I've found you and Daxter, I'm guessing he landed somewhere in Haven too. If he's still alive… if we could just find him…"
"He's still alive, Keira. No matter what's happened these last two years, I know he found some way to survive. He is a sage, after all."
"Yeah." Keira attempted to look comforted, though she wasn't in the least.
So she did know. She knew everything. And she hadn't said a word. She said nothing and let him realize it all on his own. How could she do that to him?
"You knew, didn't you? About where we were. And you didn't tell me," he said with a slight edge to his tone.
"It's not like you think it is. I mean, it's true I didn't tell you. But I did try."
"Did you now? When? When you had a gun pointed at my head? Or was it when you were all over me when we left the Palace? Did you really try, Keira?"
"Yes! I did try! And just so you know, I didn't know you were you when I drew my gun and you were the one all over me when we left the Palace. Don't try to blame things on me just because you're in a pissy mood."
"Shouldn't I be pissed? We were together for a whole night and I didn't even get a, 'Oh, by the way, this hellhole IS Sandover, only we're about half a millennia in the future!' Didn't I deserve at least that?"
"I wanted to tell you, Jak. I did. But every time I tried to put the words together in my head, all I could think about was how it felt when I saw it for the first time. My home. Sitting there where I could see it but not reach it. I couldn't bear to see that look on your face. The look I had on my face."
Jak stood there for a minute in silence. It hadn't dawned on him that Keira was in the same boat as him. Stranded in a strange place. Away from their home. Fighting a war that was theirs and yet not theirs. She just didn't want to see him hurt. He supposed that he would have done the same thing had it been the other way around. They felt and did the same things a lot of the time.
After a moment of thought, he said, "That's why you built the JET-Board… isn't it?"
She gave a wry smile and a half-hearted laugh. "That's why I built the JET-Board. First, I built the Titan Suit, but it would just lock up and sink in the toxic mud. I thought if I built something smaller, something that could hover over it, maybe I could get up there somehow. Climb up one of the supports or something. I could see my old room again, ya know?"
She stopped when she realized she was probably rambling. He was standing there just looking at her, expressionless. He was probably irritated that she was going on and on about nothing. Old habits died hard.
"That's why I didn't tell you. Because I knew how it felt. It doesn't really matter now, does it?"
"Keira." The seriousness in his tone got her full attention. She looked at him and found an unfamiliar dark edge to his stare. "You and Daxter are the only two people I can trust here. But I can't trust you if you continue to keep things from me."
She turned so she sat on the edge of the window sill with his hips between her legs. Instinctively, he stepped into her more. Her warmth was a solace.
"You can trust me, with anything. There's nothing else I have to hide from you. If it will make you feel better, you can ask me anything and I'll give you an honest answer. No conditions. Anything at all."
Jak didn't have to think of a question, because deep down he knew there was no real reason to distrust her. Besides… there was something that he had been wondering since he discovered who she was.
"Why are you fighting for the Underground?"
"Easy. Because the Baron's a tyrannical asshole."
"Don't give me that. None of us are fighting this uphill battle just for the hell of it. We all have a personal motive. What's yours?"
She didn't want to tell him. He could tell by the way her eyes shifted to the right and her teeth tugged at her bottom lip. But she owed him at least this, and she would tell him the truth… the whole truth. Whether she was ready to or not.
"Well… you know Dead Town, right?" she asked.
He nodded, somewhat confused as to how that was relevant.
"It wasn't always called that. It wasn't always in ruin. It used to be part of the Slums, the nicer part. But the majority of the people there opposed the Baron, so it was walled off. Walled off and marked for death."
She stopped, staring blindly at his bare chest, seeing and not seeing. He looked down at her and paid not much mind at all to her tormented expression. To be completely honest with himself, he was almost a relief that someone else he knew had gone through an ordeal. It made him feel not so alone anymore. Although, he did hate that it had to be Keira.
The old Jak would have sat down next to her, wrapped her in his arms, anything to comfort her. But he wasn't that man anymore. And he would never be that man again. She needed to get used to that.
"Go on," he prompted, trying not to be too harsh.
"After the crash… after we came through the rift, I was unconscious for about the first week or so. I smashed straight through a ceiling and somehow survived. I was given an emergency supply of green eco and another shipment of eco when I woke up… in excruciating pain.
"The couple who took me in, the same couple whose house I almost destroyed, I lived with them for a while. In the first day I found out that I was in the future, which was shocking enough. Then, after I was finally getting comfortable with everything, getting attached to the couple who took me in, the Metal Head attack happened… all thanks to the Baron. God, I'd like to rip his head off!"
In his usual fashion, Jak kept quiet and let her finish.
"I had left earlier that afternoon to run an errand, and wasn't there when it happened. I didn't get to see them again… alive anyway. I didn't get to see anybody I had come to know alive again."
She cleared her throat and continued.
"I tried to get back in to save them, save anyone, after they had closed off the area… while the attack was still going on. Both me and Torn did, but I didn't know him then. Erol held us both off. I don't know where Torn went, but I got thrown in a cell. Torn saved me that day… in more ways than one. He's like my big brother, you know. You should lay off him. He's one of the only people in this town that you can trust… besides me and Daxter."
"Why the hell should I trust him?" Jak asked.
"Because! He's invested in this fight just as much as me or you. He lost his parents in the attack on Dead Town, same as me. He's the one who started the Underground with me and Samos."
Ah yes, Samos. There was a reason for telling him all this. Keira paused and leaned back with her arms crossed, thinking for a second.
"When we went back to salvage what little we could, and to lay all the bodies to rest, that's when I saw it. The hut. For the first time. I knew it was the future, the distant future. But it hadn't occurred to me until that moment that it was our future. My home was just sitting there, out of reach. Old, worn, and barren. I can't tell you how I felt, but you know now without me having it say it.
So can you understand now why I couldn't tell you?"
Jak turned things over in his mind for a while. She had a pretty good reason, but it was still no excuse for not being up front with him. On the other hand, this was the only time that something like this had happened with her. She probably thought it was unfair of him to lose his trust in her over one slip.
But he just wasn't forgiving as he used to be. He wasn't that person anymore.
The silence between them went on until she asked, "Where were you?"
She stared at him, bare chest, sheet around his waist, hands on hips, staring off into space. He looked like a Roman god.
Said god stirred from his train of thought and brought his eyes back to her. "What'd you say?"
"I asked you where you were?"
He stared at her blankly, unmoving and unthinking.
"During the two years-"
"I know what you meant," he bit out.
"So-"
"So don't ask me."
"But I just told you what happened to me. I opened up to you! You know-"
"Keira!"
At that, he expected her to be hurt and cry a little, but instead she tensed and crossed her arms and stretched her legs out on the sill. She had completely cut him off. The warmth was gone. And who could blame her? The situation was unfair to her in nearly every way.
But who could blame him either? He couldn't tell her what had happened to him in that cell, in that chair for two years. Day after day seemed like decade after decade. He had been in there two years but came out 30 years older, it seemed. No… he didn't even like thinking about it. How could he possibly tell her? Perhaps a short answer would do.
"I was in prison."
"Since when?"
"Since I got here. The whole two years."
"Jak…"
"Don't. Just… just don't.
"Jak," he heard her say again, and her arms were around him before he could blink.
Keira felt absolutely awful. She thought she had been through some great ordeal, but Jak had really been through hell. Hell with a capital H. Her skin still crawled when she remembered her short-lived stay at the prison. To spend two whole years there was….
She wanted to take it all back. To somehow rewind time and fix everything. To erase his hurt. To make things like they used to be. So she did the only thing she could. She hugged him. It didn't matter if he hugged her back. She just wanted to touch him, to hold him. To feel his skin against hers and for him to feel it too. And when she felt his arms gently curve around her, she squeezed him harder.
As soon as she had embraced him, Jak felt more at ease. Her touch did so much for him, and he wondered if she even knew. When her embrace tightened, so did his. This is what he had missed for far too long. Maybe he would eventually forget about pain, about torture, if he could overshadow all that darkness with light.
Ever so slowly, he tilted her chin up and kissed her. Things gave way to passion way too fast, and soon he was carrying her back to the bed, their lips still intertwined and searching for something they wanted back more than they had ever wanted anything. Their conversation, the anger and frustration, was all forgotten, and the only thing that remained was their burning desire for each other. No one else in the world existed right then.
As her back hit the cool sheets and he started to tug at her clothes, she pulled back suddenly and looked out the window. "It's going to be daylight soon. We have to report in-"
He silenced her with another heated kiss, smirking at her when he pulled back. "Reports can wait. We have a lot of catching up to do."
As he looked down at her, he realized he was happier now than he had been since their first night together. The dinner, the star-gazing, the love-making. Things were so much simpler then. He smiled more as she tried in vain to cover herself up even as he tried to undress her. She was still so incredibly modest even though she had one of the hottest bodies he'd ever seen. Perhaps his shy little Keira was still around a bit.
"Yes… a lot of catching up indeed," she agreed with a grin and pulled him down on top of her.
So… hopefully this chapter was a lot better than the last one. This is my kind of action! Lol. I will eventually getting around to writing the lemon part of this. Both for this chapter and for chapter two. But until then, all you have is your imagination. :D As soon as they're done, I'll update the chapters with link and let you know about them.
As for this chapter, how did you like it? I meant for the Jak and Keira part to be a lot longer than that, but then I decided that Jak isn't one to just stand around and talk all night, so I kinda hit the fast-forward button. Hope it worked out. ;-) Please review and tell me what you thought! I'm always looking for ways to improve. And believe me, I need to improve. Ha ha. Till next time!
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