Sorry for taking so long… I assure you I am the slowest writer in the world… and this chapter probably isn't even worth the wait and I'm sorry forgive me OO… you all hate me.. I can tell…
Warning- lots of swearing yaoi and you know... stuff.
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Well not to delay you any further, here we go my lovely's!
…………………………..THIS IS MY LINE, YOURE ALL JEALOUS………………………………
"So is there anything you're particularly interested in?"
"Um…" came my ever so smart reply, not really paying any attention… I really should stop doing this.
…I feel ever so lost without Kiba.
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"Oi you bastard! You just electrocuted me!" I yell slightly rubbing my arm... okay this bitch is just out to get me. Evil!
"Well you ignored me… I felt sad," he said as he hid something behind his back, sure his voice sounded somewhat sincere, but the smirk on his face said otherwise.
"So what are you interested in?" He asks this time he picks up a white flannel and some weird bottle thing and places them onto the metal box next to me.
"Tattoo wise or just general?" I ask looking round the small room, its quite plain, light blue walls, some draws, small window, two chairs (one what I'm sitting on now), and some machine with equipment on... see this is why I didn't want to come... needles.
"Heh, tattoo now, general later." He grins at me slightly and busies himself with some metal shiny objects… great.
"I dunno, maybe something at the top of my arm?"
I actually have no idea... I had no plan of even getting one done today... shit.
"well then I have the great pleasure of asking you to remove your shirt… but if you really cant handle that, then I shall assist you in the task of removing your cloths… I mean shirt." Sasuke's voice low and husky yet again as he looks at me from under long thick eyelashes. I stand up and start to remove my top.
"nah I'm good." I feel my muscles tense as his cold hands traces down my side.
I slightly feel the need to remind him about the laws of sexual harassment. But I'm a bit busy right now…
"Hmm, nice firm and macular... just my type."
I finish pulling my shirt off and place it on one of the cupboards.
I sit back down, feeling Sasuke eyes on me as I stretch slightly, feeling as if I was just put on display for him… but hey I'm not complaining.
"What arm do you want it on?" he asks
"eh… my… left." That way it wont hurt when I'm writing… smooth.
"so, you got any idea of what you're gonna have or you wanna look in my big book of inspiration?" he states and picks upsomething that kinda looks like an electric shaver.
"well truthfully I have no idea" I laugh feeling stupid. "Because I originally had no plan of having one done. So probably best to give me lots of inspiration." He looks at me questionably and hands me a large folder with random pictures of tattoos in… intriguing.
"Come again? No pun intended." He says as I start to flick through the pictures.
"Well I was kinda blanking out when Kiba asked me to get one done, so I kinda said yes not knowing what I'd agreed to. At first he seemed so idiotically happy that I thought I agreed to sex or something like that." I state as I carry on looking at the pictures. Sure some of the tattoos are interesting… but I wouldn't want them. They've got tribal shit, names, guns, women, roses, band names and wings (though the wings look tempting they look fucking painful).
"what so are you and Kiba a couple or something?" his face was unreadable as I refrained my self from laughing at him. Not all that smart an idea to laugh at the person who's about to attack my arm with a needle.
"Hell no!" I laugh.. Okay I failed but you know. "Kibas just the kind of person who would ask for something like that." I shrug and smile slightly... thinking of how I'm going to kill him for getting me into this. Yes, yes I know this is my fault but hey… it's always better to blame someone else
I carry on searching through the magical pages of the book and my eyes finally land on a picture. It's kinda simple, but hey I'm you know... Almost a simple guy… well anyway, the pictures of some guys arm and it has a thick black band (around 1.5 cm... yeah me and my .5 heh) going round the top of his arm. Okay you people may be thinking ooooh no one cares... But you know…
Crap seriously I've gotta stop talking/ thinking to myself like I'm different people… maybe I should get that checked out or something.
I chuckle slightly feeling kind of uncomfortable… "Well anyway can I have this done?" I point to the picture of the tattoo.
"hmm" came the dark haired teens reply.
Okay why do I suddenly care about a complete stranger's opinion? Just shut up!
"Well its either that, or Kibas name."
He giggles slightly. Yes giggles.
"Go on I could do with a laugh."
"Nah people will think were a couple or something."
Which I would rather not have considering people already think that Gaara and I are a couple.
"Second thoughts, have my name!"
-Almost chokes at this-
"Nah its longer then Kiba therefore it'll hurt more." I state.
"Fine" he pouts, he picks up the shaver again and switches it on making a whirling sound, he proceeds to pick up my arm and starts to shave off the hair on my arm. What the fuck?
"Um what's that for?" I ask glancing at him. Damn this tickles.
"The hair will get in the way."
Wow because that explains a lot. I try not to laugh by nibbling my lip as he continues to shave a band around my arm.
"All done" he mutters to him self and picks up a flannel ann starts to pour clear liquid onto it from a bottle that kinda looks like disinfectant…ew.
I glance at the bottle then at Sasuke then at the flannel… eww its cold... What is he doing?
"So... what's that?" I ask indicating to the stuff he's rubbing on my arm.
"Ah this is to numb the mass amounts of pain that your about to endure." He admits holding the flannel close to his face as if examining it.
…asshole! Run Naruto, runnnnnnnnnnn!
"Normally I don't use this on most customers… such as Kiba! He's always flinching… its quite amusing." He chuckles to himself and proceeds to wipe my arm again.
Is he reminding any one else of Gaara?
Crap I'm now in a room with a sadist tattoo artist… I might as well be dead…
I hope he doesn't inject my body full of ink... that would be a tricky situation.
"But don't worry, that's why I'm numbing your arm. I'll make you scream some other time." He smirks.
"I'm sure you will." I arch my eyebrow sdeuctivly- yea, I'm cool… leave me alone, why am I playing along with this sadistic pervert?
"You know I will" you can practically hear the smirk in his voice… well its better then getting your body pumped full of ink.
"So why didn't you want you tattoo done?" Sasuke asks.
I grin feeling kinda like an idiot. "Promise not to laugh?" I ask
He looks at me bluntly "I promise nothing"
"Okay… well I'm kinda... afraid of needles" I chuckle feeling like an even greater idiot, as I lean back into the chair with my eyes still glued to the picture.
"Awww, poor Naruto afraid of needles" he says sounding like he's talking to a little kid or animal, as he pokes me in the cheek.
"Oi ya bastard its not like its an uncommon fear! I just don't like the idea of something being pushed into me!"
I quickly glance at Sasuke who has a look of pure amusement on his face.
"Oh really?"
Huh?
Hmm I've just realised how pervy that sounds... Well it's not like he cares soo- "yeah that's why I'm always on top"
"I can imagine, a big buff guy like you could hold anyone down." He grins tucking black strands behind his ear.
I try not to reply to that one…
Wow I seriously can't believe myself sometimes… I really gotta stop flirting with random strangers…
He kneels down next to the machine with the needle gun thing on top and flicks a switch on the side. Suddenly something comes alive in the machine and a whirling sound is made, it kinda sounds like vibrating…. Okay now I'm worried... with worried meaning terrified but that's beside the point.
"Don't worry that sounds normal." Wow, I think he's a bit psychic. "The only time you start to worry is when the needle goes in too deep then snaps in your arm." He shrugs slightly and picks the needle up.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Help me!
"Well now that I'm oh so reassured nothings gonna go wrong I feel fine. I can't believe I had any doubts…"
"Tch, sarcasms the lowest form of wit… idiot." He moves closer to me and the vibrating gets loader. I glare at him slightly, but that's mainly because of the snide tone in his voice.
I humph and turn away, my heart suddenly beating faster- from nerves, not the fact that he was getting pretty close to me…
Damn why the hell did I have to agree to this? Why are there things such as fit tattoos artists in this world?
He pokes my arm, I only realise this because it moves against my chest.
Wow it really does go numb.. he he.
"Can you feel that?" he asks.
I shake my head as he comes closer into me I feel his hair sweep against my should and his warm breath against my ear. "Don't worry its not gonna hurt."
Easy for you to say asshole!
Sasuke stands up straight again, he moves my arm and rests it on a stand next to my chair so my arms raised he pulls up his own chair and sits down… and at this point I turn away and close my eyes… yeah I'm mature.
"Relax." He says in a soothing tone. "Its okay you've just got to relax your muscles or it'll hurt more."
…
"Seriously relax"
…
"Relax your arm…. For fuck sake! I will stab you!" he yells ever so greatly annoyed.
"OKAY, OKAY I'M RELAXING!" I take a deep breath in and relax into the chair. Well attempt to.
"Good man. See that wasn't too hard was it?"
Meh.
Don't tense up, don't tense up. Needle will snap into my arm... don't tense. Fuck why did I agree to this? Don't tense up.
I feel the needle. Oh my god.
Wow, this kinda hurts… I thought my arm was meant to be numb… liar.
"See its not so bad." His voice was soothing again… and I guess I feel kinda relieved.
Okay only I could get this so worked up about a tattoo. Damn I'm cool.
I turn to look slightly but stop half way…. Do I really want to watch my skin being attacked by a needle? No? Exactly.
"So um." I start nervously. Ugh this feels horrid. "So what else do you?"
Does any one know what I'm talking about? 'Cause I sure as hell don't.
"If you mean job wise, yeah I'm a tattoo artist, and for £15 I could give you a manicure. Multitalented me… I spend too much time with Sakura…" he states.
Manicure… okay.
"So she your girlfriend or something."
I was greeted by silence and I turn to see his face, which was pretty much blank.
"Yeah I'm about as straight as a circle." He says his voice kinda unreadable, but it has a hint of mocking ness
Want to hide head. Yup I'm an idiot. And thing is I knew this so you know. Well this is slightly embarrassing.
No Naruto does not get embarrassed I am superior! He he.
"So what about you?" I try to ignore the pain in my arm and glance at him again.
"Huh?"
"You got a girlfriend, or do you just like to flirt with topless guys you meet."
Damn this guy is hot.
I grin at him. "Hmm well that's one a bit tricky."
"Damn so you're taken?" he asks now looking at my arm with a look of pure concentration.
"Hah no. it's hard to find people nowadays who aren't clingy, whiny or a slut."
"True, true" he agrees nodding
So Sasuke you still in school cos you don't look that much older then me… actually you might be a bit younger…
Well I'm 17 if that's anything to you."
"Well I've never seen you at school."
He chuckles slightly as if I'm stupid. Okay that question was reasonable and not stupid... Meh people are cruel.
"I grew up in England so I finished my school education about a year ago."
"So why England?"
"Because I'm cool."
"Damn, now I'm wishing I went to a school out there."
"Nah its always raining."
"So what about you? You don't look so Japanese to me. Far too …blonde, is that even natural"
Well that's a bit harsh. I could look Japanese if I wanted to…
"My dads American, I lived in California till I was around…10, my tans just never gone hah. And yes my hair is natural thank you very much."
So that would explain the hole you being slow thing."
"Hey!" I yell back and slightly move.
"Don't move or you'll get stabbed!" I wanna go home!
I sit back in my chair trying not to move anymore.
I can't tell whether I want to jump this guy or strangle him. Christ what is he schizophrenic!
He moves my arm slightly and tucks his hair behind his ear with his free hand, a new part of my skin now being attacked. Hmm he has lots of tattoos. He must have been in agony when he had then done.
Hmm I'm not actually quite sure what to say. Am I meant to say something? Why can't he start the bloody conversation! I don't like silence.
"So Naruto ever gotten into a fight?" okay I wanted conversation but that's just weird.
"Um, do I dare to ask what brought that up?"
"Well look at you and you six pack and bulging biceps. You could flatten any one, so I was just wondering…"
See someone recognises my fantastic body and greatness… okay well not the last part but you know.
"Yeah I've been in loads, not as many as my friend Gaara though, ah he's mental, he's bigger then me!" I grin slightly. "Yeah he has a huge scar were he was stabbed" I chuckle slightly. "it may sound harsh but it was funny at the time, he just looked at the guy who did that to him like "so what", an beat the shit out of him, then when he was knocked out he turned to me and started whining fucking help me! I'm dieing of blood loss… well it was one of the things were you've gotta be there to appreciate it… he was in hospital the next few days…"
"He sounds… pleasant?" Sasuke offered nervously. "So by friend do you mean boyfriend? "
"Nah were just friends." I admit looking towards the ceiling
"Friends and waiting for something to happen?"
I roll my eyes slightly. Typical people just can't seem to except were friends.
"No he's my best friend I've lived with him for around twelve years so yeah were pretty close." Shit should really watch the tone of my voice… he don't look too happy with me…
"Christ I was only asking no need to get bitchy!"
"Ah sorry its just people are always saying shit like that" I said and ran my right hand through my hair.
"Well you know if your two guys living with each together cause it's gonna make people talk."
"True." Silence again "so what about you ever been in a fight."
"Some, in England I had a close group of friends and we got in a few fights together. You know the pretty dainty pink haired girl at the counter? Well we lived in a rough area, so you know she's a tough girl…" I look puzzled at him. "she did street fighting, she may seen nice at first but piss her off expect to have most your bones broken."
"Heh, so it's true what they say you can't judge a book by its cover"
I flinch slightly as he turns my arm over so the needles scraping at the under part of my arm. You know you'd think you'd get used to the pain, but I swear it gets worse!
"I'm sorry if it hurts…" he says his voice quiet as he stares at my arm.
Wow … he is kinda a nice guy…
"Now" his voice back to the same jerky tone "if you had Sasuke on your arm the pain would be over in like half an hour. But nooooo, you've gotta be difficult."
Okay this guys slightly weird in the arousing kind of way... Yeah.
I hold back a laugh. "Well next time ill make sure I get Sasuke, and when people go hey who's Sasuke on your arm and ill go, I have no clue he just wanted his name there."
"Or you could just say 'this guy here' and point to me while I'm standing next to you, holding your hand." His cheeks suddenly tinged with a pink.
Heh, I feel all gooey inside.
"Yeah I guess that could work" I chuckle nodding my head.
"So… its hot today isn't it?" Sasuke says drastically changing the subject, I try not to laugh at his nervousness but fail. Which earns me a glare.
"Yup. So hot that we had the honour of Kiba stripping during lunch." I smile at the though. I wonder how Kibas doing right now… apparently he whines a lot.
"Fuck, you've gotta worry about that guy, he's bits on the demented side… no offense to your choice of friend but you know…"
"Heh it's all good you have a valid point." I chuckle louder this time as we carry on with the conversation on weird friends.
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So my tattoo hurt the conversation went on … I guess you could say it was quite fun. We talked about everything, from music to films, romantic novels and getting hit by buses. Not to forget the long winding conversation about a Lego house… which I'm still not sure about, but hey its all good.
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"And now I'm done!" Sasuke says letting going of my now bright red arm to look at his handywork.
"I have to admit seeing it on you now, that was a good choice to have the band done, very you."
"That. Hurt. Real. Bad." I shut my eyes and glance at Sasuke who has a smug look on his face and is standing in front of me.
"Don't be such a wimp I numbed your arm and everything. I think it went quite well! And as a thanks because Kibas paying I should get lots of love from you." He smirks at me.
"Um thank you?" okay he's making ME nervous now. Run Naruto run!
I stand up and he shakes his head and steps closer to me and taps his cheek.
Wtf? Weird short hot guy.
He made a kissing motion and tapped his cheek again.
Yeah now it clicks. Fucking hell I'm stupid… fucking hell this guys weird!
I lean down towards him and rest my lips on his cheek making a "chu" sound.
Hmm I wonder if I could be the one getting done for sexual harassment.
Well… this is turning out to be rather, well, an odd day.
I stand up straight again.
"Well now that, that's done all is good in the world." He picks up my shirt and thrust it into my hands. "I wouldn't advise putting you shirt back on, it'll irritate your skin and make it hurt. Oy yeah it'll most likely scab over… and make you look really attractive." he chuckles whilst I pull a disgusted face.
"Great, well." I shuffle my feet nervously… I don't wanna go. How weird is that. At first I don't even wanna go through the door... but now I don't wanna go… damn I'm pathetic! He probably flirts with everyone! "Let's go see how Kibas doing... and thanks." I offer.
Argh crap now I'm blushing! But not as bad as Sasuke… wait I made him blush! Oh yeah go Uzumaki power!
Damn I'm weird.
He regains his composer and looks away glaring. "Whatever." The dark haired boy mumbles under his breath.
Bastard.
…
"Yeah check on how Kiba's doing…" I say again trying to banish the silence that loomed over us uncomfortable…. Well this isn't very fun…
He nods slightly and I start for the door with blue chipped paint when suddenly-
"Ow fuck! What are you doing to me? Ow ya bloody head case!"
…Yeah you've just gotta love Kiba…
I turn to face Sasuke with my usual what the fuck? face whilst he simply shrugs it off.
"Its normal for him, I assure you."
My hand clasp the door handle, but I stop as I feel the hot teen standing behind me pressing himself up against me… all of him.
"Hm even I've made Kiba scream but… I still wanna make you scream. But for a totally different reason." He whispers huskily in my ear.
"Dude sexual harassment, much." I state and turn to grin at him, Sasuke simply shrugs it off.
"Aww, you gonna tell of me?" he looks up at me with big dark eyes and a pout…
Damn this guy is hot… knees giving out... must not grab him and ...Hm. seriously this guy just has sex pouring out of his every pour! No joke!
He pushes himself up against me feeling our bare skin touch slick with sweat… hmm.
"No, no I think you've learnt your lesson." I state trying not to chuckle… when in doubt of what to do … just laugh.
Sasuke steps away from me, suddenly missing the loss of contact, and moves to the side of me smirking…
I ever so greatly do not trust him.
He stares at me making me feel a bit uncomfortable… seriously what is he trying to do? Outstare me or something! Bloody weirdo-
He moves in closer so were now chest to chest he looks up again still smirking. Slowly leaning towards him, the air feeling humid, I can hear voices outside the door. But it doesn't matter.
"Ow fuck!" I yell as the door slams into us, Sasuke makes an "ugh" sound as we fall. I land on the floor heavily and glance towards Sasuke who now has Sakura latched onto his arm.
So this is what he means by her manly strength, Christ!
What a Bitch gimme back Sasuke!
"Sorry you two!" she whines slightly, she then looks over at me and grins "nice tat by the way!" she turns her attention to Sasuke who's looking kinda pissed.
"Really sorry to intrude but I have reason I assure you! There's some creepy red head with too much eyeliner and an umbrella hanging outside the shop! I would get rid of him but he's fucking scary! … He is yummy though."
Damn why do girls always talk so fast, good thing I know Tenten or I wouldn't understand a thing she just said…
Sakura's eyes go wide as I jump up and run past her and Sasuke.
"Be right back." I yell at them and run out of the door to check if I was correct or not... And of course I was because there's only one red-haired freak in konoha who would walk around with a parasol and still ,somehow, manage to look threatening. I run to the window of the shop and knock on the glass.
Gaara turns to look at me as I walk out the shop.
It looks like he's just come out of the shower as his hair is slightly damp and clinging to his face… or that could simply be sweat, either way he looked hot so it's all good.
Straight away the heat hits me and I feel all sweaty yet again. Ew gross.
"Naruto…" his voice was husky and seemed slightly breathless, probably can't stand the heat. " I really don't think you're aloud to run out of the shop with out paying, and don't tell me you did 'cause I saw you bypass the counter completely…" Gaara crossed his arms angrily and looked down at me.
My face scrunches up slightly "what? I only came to say hi you asshole. What are you doin' here anyway?" I ask pouting.
"I was waiting for you." Came his short reply.
…
"Aww you're so sweet to me." I grin and link my non-tattooed arm within Gaara's and drag him into the shop.
"That's cute." He mumbles slightly. I turn to glance at him with a questioning look on my face as he just roles his eyes. "Your tattoo, dumb fuck."
… Damn he's pleasant…
Gaara looked round un-impressed and took down his parasol. He makes me laugh… what kind of a freak carries round a parasol?... god damn weirdo… being mean to me….
I look at Sakura who is now standing in the door way her eyes practically bulging out her head... well at least Gaara's not the only freak here…
"Naruto!" she screeched loudly pointing at Gaara… okay sure Gaara's a bit odd looking if you don't go for the "Goth" thing but that's just rude…
"Yeah this is my roommate Gaara. He may look intimidating, but really he's just…"
Hmm truthfully can't end this sentence with out using the words "fucking terrifying."
"Yeah he's cool." I finish my sentence and grin rubbing the back of my neck slightly.
I can hear a sigh next to me as Gaara stuffs his hands into his pockets, his parasol now tucked under his arm. "Where's the dog boy?"
"Screaming in the other room." I shrug. "You like it?" I ask Gaara pointing to my tattoo excitedly. "Sasuke did it I know its simple, but still isn't it cool, he's really good and-"
I can hear Sakura let out a sigh and relax a little. Gaara just seems to have that affect in people…
"That's nice, and again- yes I think it's cute." He says sounding bored.
"Cute?" I pout angrily. It's meant to make me look manly .
"Yes, you're cute when you pout too." He smirks as I start to get aggravated.
"Your just doing this to annoy me aren't you?" I cross my arms, and slightly flinch from the weird pain coming from the black ring now on the surface of my arm.
"Eh, pretty much."
"AAARRRGGGHHHH! GET OFF ME!"
We all turn to the door were Kiba's screams come from… all of us bar Sasuke, who's disappeared somewhere…
We stand in silence when Kiba pushes the door open and walks out the room topless huffing slightly.
"That really hurt" he mumbles angrily.
I glance at the now red skin under his collar bone. And there lies "R.I".
My god, why is he making such a fuss? My tattoos bigger! Did ya' here me scream? No!
"Found the mutt can we go? I was meant to call Temari and you know how she gets…" Gaara states running a hand through his hair, worrying about the wrath of his older sister. Sure Gaara's scary but Temari when she's angry... That's when you've got to worry...
Hmm… I lost Sasuke…I wanted to say bye… well this sucks…
Sakura glances at me and jerks her head in the direction of Gaara. "So you two… you know."
I role my eyes slightly, as does Gaara. "No, anyway where'd Sasuke disappear to?" I ask ignoring Kiba's whining whilst Gaara now attempts to push him away.
"Back room sulking most likely, why?" she asked as she moved round to the counter to treat another customer who had spiky green hair and an eyebrow piercing.
"I wanna say thanks." She nodded and turned back to the customer "Gaara I'll be back in a minute." I push open the door and sure enough Sasuke's sitting by the open window smoking, ew that's a bad habit…
"Hey?" I ask and he turns round to face me. "Um."
Great now I don't know what to say... Well this could be tricky…. Best to start with something…
"Thanks" I grin at him and he stands up.
"s'okay." He replies shrugging shutting his eyes for a bit. Sasuke looks up at me and I suddenly feel nervous. "So that your boyfriend out there?" he questions peering round my shoulder.
"No that's Gaara" I chuckle slightly as he makes an "oh" sound.
"Good, good. Can I borrow your hand for a minute?"
I automatically lifted my for him and he takes a pen from his pocket and scrawls something on it. This is a bit odd I look down to see him now grinning.
"Well then Naruto off you go I have a client in a bit and I've got to sort this room out." He states turning me round and pushing me out the door.
What the fuck? Well that was pleasant. I look round to see the door now shut.
"What was that about?" Gaara asks. I shrug and walk over to him.
"Well we going now, my appointments booked for tomorrow so were all set" Kiba says excitedly and slings an arm round my shoulder.
"Yeah I'm good" I grin as he pushes me and Gaara out the shop. "Bye Sakura!" I shout over my shoulder and she smiles at me waving.
Hm I think people just like pushing me today… damn them all.
The red head steps away from Kiba and opens his parasol whilst glaring at Kiba who's in fits of laughter at Gaara's "umbrella".
He stops suddenly and looks at my hand. "Hey Naruto what's that?" Kiba asks.
I look down at my hand for the first time to see a load of number across it and "Sasuke" written under them.
I gulp slightly. I have Sasuke's number… oh my god.
"Um, Sasuke's number it would seem." I state.
Kiba tuts slightly and shakes his head. "just ignore it Naruto."
"Why?"
"Um well let's just say Sasuke's the kind of guy who gives out his number a lot…"
"?"
Kiba sighs and rests his hand against his forehead. "Basically he flirts with everyone, and tends to have a lot of meaningless relationship, and I mean a lot" he emphasizes his last words, and I begin to feel ever so greatly stupid…
well wasn't that fun?
Please don't kill me.
Also people I want to know whether you want Gaara x lee or Gaara x Neiji so you know, 'cause whoever you pick is gonna be a fireman oohhhhhhh… just tell me … 'cause I want to make you all happy .
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XXX Dr. Oberts