Author's Note: Hey everybody! We thought we'd surprise you guys with an outtake this week! :). Here is a look into Mack's life. This is just a week after Katie's death and how he comes to fall into Greg's grip. Enjoy!
MPOV
I couldn't... I couldn't do this anymore! I couldn't take it. No matter how many time I gazed at the sky or watched the stars I still couldn't feel her. I needed to feel Katie by my side.
I had been on the back porch since last night reading poetry. It was our thing. But no matter how much I read or how much I tried, nothing was bringing her back to me. She was gone....
Gone.
I just couldn't do this. I couldn't live a life without Katie. She was my whole life in the first place.
I knew from the moment I met her that she'd be my life....
There she was, I thought wistfully as I watched Katie walk down the school hallway. I knew once I hit high school that I'd probably start to like girls. I mean like like girls. Not that I hadn't liked them before... I just never thought of any of them that way. They were cool and stuff. I liked to have them as friends. But I had never wanted to date them before. Some of my friends in my grade made fun of me for it... but I just didn't feel anything for them.
That had all changed the first day of high school. That was the day I saw Katie Beaulieu. She was beautiful. She was the prettiest girl I had ever seen in my life. Her smile lit up the whole room. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. How could this girl be full of so much light? I finally understood the concept of 'butterflies' in my stomach. She drove me completely insane.
And she didn't even know I existed.
That was my fault though. I couldn't gather up enough confidence or nerve to talk to her yet. She was always with her friends and I didn't want to embarrass myself. So...instead I wrote her notes and left them in her locker.
It was stupid... I know. I was her secret admirer. She probably thought it was lame... I just couldn't stop myself. If I couldn't speak to her, I had to write to her. I needed to know she knew me at least a little. Plus, I wanted to try to impress her. Maybe she would like what I wrote. Once I knew if she did, maybe I could be brave enough.
I crept over to her locker as I saw her turn the corner of the hall and unfolded the paper in my hands, taking one last look at it.
Your hazel green eyes
Are like woods on a warm spring day
When leaves have just unfolded
And slender branches thick with sap
Bend under the weight of songful birds.
I look into your eyes and see
A timeless world of sun and breezes,
Of shade and dappled love,
As I gaze from my sunlit doorway.
I had found the poem on the internet last night and it had instantly reminded me of her. She had the deepest hazel eyes I had ever seen in my life and they were always filled with happiness. They sparkled. They really sparkled. You could see the happiness and love dancing in them when you looked at her. This poem felt like a good match.
I had wanted to show her some more classic poetry but I didn't know if she'd like it.... Sometimes girls just liked the sweet kind of poems you find in Valentine cards. I would keep it simple for now.
I slipped the paper into her locker and hurried down the hall to my next class.
Class was dull and my mind was racing. I couldn't wait to get to her locker and see what would happen. I had never checked to see what she thought before. I was too afraid. But today would be the day. I was going to check. I needed to see her reaction.
The second the teacher dismissed us, I ran out of that classroom like my life depended on it. I hid behind my locker door, which was a little away from hers. I had a perfect view.
She came to her locker. Her eyes were hesitant, but filled with excitement as well. It was like she was uncertain if she should be excited or not, but she definitely knew something was coming.
I watched her closely. She struggled to unlock her locker with one hand, and I fought the urge to go over there and help her. I couldn't though. Not now. It would interrupt this moment. I wouldn't be unnoticed anymore either... she could find out it was me. Would it creep her out that I was watching her like this?
Eventually she got the locker open and she reached up to place her books in it, but her hand stopped midair. A smile crept over her face and she put the books down, replacing them with a small paper from her locker. It was the one I had dropped there earlier.
My stomach tightened nervously. Katie peeked around the hallway, which was oddly quiet for once. Or maybe I was just in some sort of trance and only saw her. I wasn't sure.
Slowly she unfolded the paper and her eyes scanned it. I froze, suddenly regretting watching. Maybe she would hate it. What if she hated it? What would I do?! I was in a panic.
But then that beautiful smile that was always in the back of my mind stretched across her face. My heartbeat started beating faster. It was racing. It was pounding against my ribcage. Was that normal? I was feeling a little bit faint... maybe I should see the school nurse.
I wasn't going to leave yet though. I knew I couldn't move. Her smile was captivating and it was so alive at the moment. She read the note again and then carefully folded it back up. Katie slipped the paper in her pocket and looked around.
Her eyes almost instantly met mine. My breath stopped short. I ducked my head quickly, hoping her eyes would move on and keep looking through the hallway.
No such luck.
I peeked up and she was still staring at me. The hazel eyes I had written about were fixated on me for the first time. I quickly became trapped in her gaze.
"Katie!" I heard a girl call from behind me and I jumped, startled. Right... people other than us lived on this earth.
This routine continued on for another week or so. I would write down a poem for her and stick it in her locker before class, then watch her open it after class. Every time, it ended with us staring at each other. And every time I wished I had the guts to go say something to her. I couldn't though. I was too shy, I guess.
Slowly I had begun to put poems I liked on the paper. Today I had put some Shakespeare. I figured most people knew some Shakespeare, so it wouldn't be so weird. I hoped she'd like it. Like every other day, I hid behind my locker, peeking one eye out to watch her walking toward her locker. Her eyes flickered to mine for a moment a smile began to linger on her lips.
My heart pounded in my chest. I was becoming very familiar with that feeling now. I put my hand on my chest and felt the beat increase as Katie opened up her locker. This had already happened many times before, but I was still nervous every time.
She started unfolding today's note and I held my breath. Her eyes slowly drifted over the page, reading it. On cue, like every other day, a huge grin grew on her lips.
Thank God. She liked the note.
She ran her fingers over the text on the paper. This was new. Did this mean she liked Shakespeare? I wasn't sure....
I took a breath. Maybe I should take a chance and ask today.
I shut my locker as quietly as I could. I didn't want to bring her out of the trance she was in. She looked rather content and I liked it. I just wanted to be a little closer for now.
But like every other day, as well, a crowd of people entered the hallway. At least she wouldn't notice me moving forward. I was in the middle of a crowd of ninth graders.
The crowd seemed to startle Katie, though. She dropped the note in her surprise. I automatically took a few steps forward, wanting to pick the paper up for her. I stopped a few steps away from her, though. I couldn't talk to her yet. My stomach was so tight I thought I was going to throw up already. With the breeze coming from the crowd passing her I could smell her. My eyes shut involuntarily at the sweet smell. It was intoxicating. I really liked it....
A small gasp brought me out of my daze. As Katie had been leaning down to pick up the paper, someone had knocked into her. She was falling to the ground. This time I couldn't stop myself. I flew forward, grabbing her before she could hit the floor.
I slammed into the ground, catching her, but losing my own balance. Smooth, Mack.
Katie blinked a few times, trying to figure out what just happened. Her eyes slowly came to mine. Hazel orbs gazed straight through my soul.
"We are for each other; then laugh, leaning back in my arms, for life's not a paragraph." The words slipped out of my mouth before I could even filter them. I had to stop this. I always thought of poems....
Katie's eyes flashed with a liveliness I had never seen so strong in anyone's eyes. "e.e. cummings," she murmured, almost wistfully.
"You knew that?" I questioned in disbelief. Maybe I didn't know as much about her as I thought....
Katie smirked at me. "Yes. I really love his poetry, actually," she informed me quietly, smiling to herself.
"I guess I know what to write you now...." I whispered. I knew without a doubt that she already knew it was me giving her the poetry now... I could admit it out loud to her.
Katie's eyes saddened and my breath stopped at the look of it. Her sadness made my heart break a little. Why was she sad? Did she not want my poems anymore? What was wrong?
"You don't have to write them down... you could just read them to me, you know?" she suggested, shifting a little. She was probably uncomfortable, as we were in an awkward position on the ground.
I sat up and she ended up sitting in my lap. Her body was warming mine. It was the best feeling I had ever felt... I had never felt so warm or complete it weird to be feeling so strongly about another person?
"Did you want me to?" I asked her breathlessly. I had never imagined she would like poetry or me so much that she'd actually want me to read it to her.
She nodded with a cute smile.
"After school?" I offered shyly. What if she said no? What if she only wanted to be at-school friends? I didn't even want to just be friends....
Katie smiled brightly at me and stood up. "It's a date!" she agreed, reaching down to offer me her hand. I stared at it for a second before I felt a smile stretch across my face.
"Yes it is," I confirmed, taking her hand. I got up, but didn't let go of her hand. She peeked over at me, unspoken questions in her eyes.
The words she spoke next weren't a question, but an answer.
"Is that you and I are more than you and I (because It's we)." She quoted another e.e. cummings poem and my heart pretty much exploded. She knew the answer to all the questions in both our minds. Why were we feeling this way? Why did I like her so much? Why couldn't I stop writing her notes? Why was I so obsessed? Maybe it was because we were supposed to be together.
I looked down at our entwined hands and felt my heart swell more in my chest. I loved this girl. I knew I loved her in that instant. She was going to become my world.
I was shaking so hard. I could hardly handle the memories. She had become my world.... I had been right.
But now she was gone. My world had disappeared. I was stuck in my own hell, craving her, wanting to be close to her.
My body knew she was gone. It missed her touch. It was longing to feel her. It had been a week; an entire week without a kiss, a hug, anything. My body was addicted to her touches. It needed the touch. It craved to be held by Katie. I was going through such a withdrawal from her. I couldn't just quit Katie like that, cold turkey, no problem.
I couldn't ever quit her and neither could my body. My entire being needed her.
But out of everything, my heart needed her the most. The weakness I felt right now was devastating. I always felt strong with Katie by my side.
Except on that night...that horrible night. The images were scarred into my memory. Every sound, every movement, every plea out of Katie's mouth. Everything was stuck with me.
Before that night I had been strong, confident, and even brave with her.
"Mack!" Katie squealed at me as I climb up the tall tree. "Come down here! You're going to hurt yourself!" she yelled at me through her laughter. I looked down and flashed her a grin. I was going to the top of the tree and getting her the leaf she wanted.
Of course she hadn't been serious about me going up to get the leaf, but if she wanted something, I would get it. I would do anything for her.
"I'll be fine," I assured her anyway. I knew she was worried.
I tested out the next branch. The branches were getting weaker now as I got higher up.
"I don't want the leaf that badly!" Katie told me loudly. Her voice was going a little higher than usual, so I stopped climbing and turned to look at her. Her eyes were wide with fright.
"I won't fall!" I told her, certain of myself. I used to climb trees all the time... but I guess I was only ten then and weighed a lot less. The branches could hold my weight better then.
She didn't trust my word. Probably because I didn't have any control over whether the branch would break under me or not.
"What, you don't trust me?" I questioned her teasingly, rocking a little on the branch. Her eyes widened even more and she became tense. I could see it from here.
"I trust you. I don't trust the tree," she said to me, matter-of-factly.
I smiled reassuringly at her and then pressed my finger against my lips.
"Shh, it can hear you," I winked at her then turned around to climb up higher.
"I'm kicking your butt when you get down here," I heard her grumble.
I smirked. She was a goof. I was tempted to shout back something like 'if my butt isn't broken from falling down the tree,' but I figured that would be too far. She was worried enough already, I knew.
Crack.
I froze and looked down, seeing the tree branch splitting slightly beneath me. I ignored it. I could almost reach the leaf.
I reached forward, barely grazing the leaf she had pointed at earlier.
"Mack...." Katie trailed off worriedly.
I grunted and pushed myself up higher, snatching the leaf skilfully. Oh yeah, I had the skills!
"Got it!" I called down to her, turning around quickly. I grinned proudly at her.
I could tell she was trying to smile back, but her eyes kept flickering to the branch I was on. Fine... I'll get down. I chuckled and put the leaf into my hoodie pocket.
The way down was easier and that made me feel more confident. I went faster. The faster I got down to my worried little girlfriend, the better. I just wanted to get down so I could swoop her up in my arms and kiss her and make sure she knew I was okay. I didn't mean to worry her like that.
But I'd do anything for her. And she had thought that the leaf toward the top of the tree was beautiful, so I wanted her to have it.
Unfortunately, my idea about going fast wasn't good. My foot got caught on the last branch and I lost my balance, falling right out of the tree. I felt myself flying through the air for a moment, and then I was on the ground. Luckily, I hadn't been too far up. I had almost been fully down the tree, so it wasn't too bad of a fall. But it did hurt.
I groaned and rolled onto my back. I was immediately met by Katie's hazel eyes, stemming in anger.
She hit me in the chest and I winced. "Ow..." I moaned, rubbing my chest plate. It was definitely sore from falling, but what hurt the most was my wrist. I had fallen on it wrong and I could feel that something was off about it. Sharp pains prickled through it.
"You said you wouldn't fall..." she huffed, crossing her arms, but I saw the concern was too great in her eyes.
I sat up hurriedly, keeping my left wrist away from anything. I couldn't let her see that I had gotten hurt. I'd heal. I just wanted her to feel okay.
I pulled the leaf out of my pocket and handed it to her. "I got it for you," I smiled sweetly at her, smiling shyly.
Her lips twitched at the sides as she fingered the leaf thoughtfully.
"You're sweet, but totally reckless," she laughed, leaning over to peck my lips adoringly. "Don't ever do that again."
"I won't," I whispered back to her in a promise.
Her eyes sparkled lovingly at my promise and she nodded. "Are you okay?" she asked quietly, reaching over to rub my chest very gently, where she had hit me earlier.
"Perfect," I grinned at her, reaching over to kiss her.
I had been strong enough to push pain away for her because she was there giving me the strength. Now, in her absence, I was weak. I was pathetically weak. I couldn't even live life anymore.
It was truly like all senses had been ripped away from me sometimes. I couldn't feel, hear, or say anything. People would be speaking to me and I wouldn't even realize it. I didn't know what I was doing. I could slit my hand open and not even notice... I had already done that once. It was like the life had already been taken out of me.
Then other times it was the opposite. My senses seemed to be on overdrive. That wasn't a good thing, not at all. All of my senses knew that Katie wasn't around. I felt an overwhelming amount of pain. I just cried and cried for her, begging her to come back to me. I prayed to God to give me another chance. I was a good guy. I had been good to everyone. Why did this have to happen to me? Why did it have to happen to her?
She was the purest person on earth. I was sure she had become an angel in heaven because no one that pure couldn't have such a fate. Maybe that was why God wanted her so badly... he needed a perfect angel.
I reached up and wiped the tears off my face, but I didn't know why I bothered. They would just keep coming... I was waiting for the day they'd stop coming, but they wouldn't. I could never run out of tears for the death of my Katie....
And that's why I had made a decision. I couldn't live on this earth without her. If she died... then I died. I couldn't take anymore of this.
This was going to be the day I died.
Once I heard the engine of my mother's car driving off, I got up. I had enough respect to wait until she had gone to work, at least. She didn't need to see something like this.
I pulled the letter I wrote them out of my pocket. I knew I should be feeling bad for what I was going to do. I knew I should be thinking about how they would feel after I did this. I was their only child.
But I couldn't. My mind was too clouded right now. All I could think about was that I did not have Katie with me and I could not be with her again until I died as well.
I grabbed my wallet out of my room, stopping for a moment, as always, to look at Katie's picture. My breath caught in my throat and then released a weak whimper. I missed her so much....
I sniffed and reached forward, picking up the picture.
"I love you, baby," I whispered, stroking her face through the frame gently.
"We're going to be together soon. I promise, 'kay?" I vowed, and then leaned down to kiss the picture. We'd be together again very soon. I would be able to see her, touch her, smell her, be with her. I gripped the picture, not bothering to put it down. I took it out of the frame and slipped it into my pocket. I needed her close.
Then I left. I took my dad's car, since he had left with my mom, and drove it to the local grocery store. I kept my hands deep in my pockets, stroking the picture in my pocket gently as I walked, trying to feel in control of myself. I was in public.
I shakily walked into the store. People walked through the aisles like it was any other day. They were smiling and chatting away with each other. None of them had any idea of what I was about to.
I made my way to the medicine aisle without passing out or my knees giving out. My body knew if I made it through this trip it could be with Katie again. I was determined.
"I'll always be with you, Mack."
I could hear Katie's words echoing in my mind. Her words were so soft, strained, but so full of love. I knew she said she'd always be with me. I just couldn't feel her. She wasn't here anymore.
I grabbed five bottles of pills off of the shelf, not even caring if it looked suspicious. I'd say I had a cold. I looked like I was sick. Who would question it?
I quickly walked back to the cashier as memories of this store started to fill my mind. I didn't make it to the front before a memory took over my mind. I grabbed a shelf to hold on to.
"Chocolate," Katie said decidedly. "We'll need lots of chocolate."
Her head bobbed up and down as she walked beside me through the grocery store. We were picking up snack foods for our movie night tonight. It was a very important grocery trip. The food would make the night.
I smirked at her love for chocolate. If she could only eat one thing in the world, it would definitely be chocolate. The girl had an addiction.
"Lots of chocolate," I mumbled in recognition, just so she knew I did hear her. I took her hand and squeezed it tightly in mine.
"And jelly beans for you," she added on, squeezing my hand back. Of course she knew what my favorite candy was.
"Definitely jelly beans," I nodded in agreement, tugging her down the candy aisle. Katie's eyes sparkled like a little girl's as we walked by the rows of candies.
"Oh! What about these?" she suggested, dragging me to a shelf. I let her grab whatever she wanted. I knew she wouldn't eat a lot of them anyways. She did love candy, but she knew not to go overboard with it.
"Look, 25% less fat," I pointed, showing her the chocolate bar. Her eyes narrowed at the chocolate and then up at me.
"Are you trying to hint at something, Mack?" she asked in disbelief, her eyes growing wide. She pressed her lips tightly together, glaring at me.
Yeah, that had come out wrong.
"No," I stated seriously, taking the chocolate bar off the shelf. "I just remembered you saying you wanted to cut back on fatty foods," I pointed out, using her own words that she had said to me.
Her glare didn't fall. She looked away from me, letting of of my hand, and kept walking through the aisle. What had I done? I seriously hadn't meant that. She knew that...didn't she? I would never try to say she was getting fat or being unhealthy. She knew how to take care of herself... and I loved her no matter what.
"Baby," I groaned, hurrying to catch up with her. "I was just looking out for your health," I chuckled shakily, not knowing if she was being serious or not.
"Looking out for my health," she scoffed, grabbing a package of candy and throwing it in my shopping basket. "Or you think I need to watch what I'm eating," she corrected me, giving me a hard look.
I stopped in the aisle, not chasing after her anymore. "I do not!" I fought back, sounding like a stubborn five year old.
She was fine! She was fit and very healthy. We both were. I had no problem with her eating the less healthy chocolate bars. I just knew that she had said she wanted to try not to eat them as much.
Katie stopped when she noticed I wasn't following her anymore. She walked back to me and stroked my cheek.
"I'm totally just messing with you, babe," she smiled at me teasingly. I returned it with a dark glare. I knew it! She made me go through all of that guilt for nothing. Jerk....
I grabbed the side of her waist with my free hand and squeezed it. "Well, we wouldn't want to lose those love handles, would we?" I teased her back, cocking an eyebrow at her.
Her jaw dropped, shocked by my action. She flinched away from my hand defensively.
"I do not have love handles," she grumbled, smoothing the side of her shirt out. I knew she was really checking her stomach though. I smirked in amusement.
"I'm totally just messing with you, babe," I quoted her jokingly.
She stuck her tongue out childishly at me and started to walk away. "You can grab your own jelly beans, Mack!" she called back, amusement growing in her voice. I laughed and grabbed the bag of jelly beans before rushing after her.
"Did you want the less fat chocolate or the regular?" I asked her seriously this time, wanting to know if I should put it back.
"The less fat one is fine," she grinned. I knew she would have wanted that. "Thanks for remembering," she said appreciatively, reaching out for my hand again.
"Anytime," I smiled, accepting her hand. I tugged her to me and gave her a sweet kiss. "Love you," I whispered quietly, so we weren't making a scene or anything.
"I'm so lucky to have a guy who will love me and my love handles," she chuckled, leaning over to kiss me again.
I laughed against her lips and let go of her hand to stroke her side gently. No love handles, but I wouldn't mind them if she had them. I just loved her.
"And I love you too," she said after she pulled away from the kiss.
I took a ragged breath in, shaking so hard. I love you too. The words were stuck in my head. Her laugh was echoing in my mind.
So many little grocery trips like that... so many moments where we were just being silly and messing around with each other... so many times where we had said we loved each other. It hadn't been enough. We hadn't had enough time together. I wanted more time.
A sob wracked through my body. No! I couldn't break down now. I was so close to seeing her now. I just had to make it through a few more minutes. It seemed so impossible though....
I took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm myself.
I walked forward, practically running to the cashier. There wasn't a line and I went straight up, dropping the bottles on the counter. Thankfully it was a younger girl working, and didn't say anything about the amount of medications I had there. She just gave me a strange, concerned look.
"That's $35.37, you have I.D?" she asked.
I.D.
My hands started shaking as I dug my wallet out. My old wallet. The one that I had had to find and put stuff in because that gang had taken my usual wallet.
I pulled out my state I.D. that I had had to get when I was thirteen for a trip we were going on. I didn't have a passport or license then, and they had needed a form of photo identification, so my parents had gotten me that. I knew it was expired now, but it was the only one that was left in that wallet. My old wallet.
"Um...." she did the math in her head, calculating my age.
"M-my other wallet got stolen," I whispered, "that's a-all I have."
She frowned sympathetically and nodded, handing it back to me. "$35.37," she repeated.
I gave her a bunch of bills, not even bothering to count it out, and then grabbed the bag gratefully, knowing I gave enough to cover it and more there.
Katie had always insisted on giving cashiers tips, even if no one really ever thought of doing it. She had worked as a cashier and she always came home frustrated. I had had a new respect for cashiers after that.
I hurried out the store doors, feeling my knees starting to shake. Just a few minutes longer, and you'll see her again.... I reminded myself.
I walked quickly but was stopped by a figure standing directly in front of me. I was about to walk around him when I heard him speak.
"You shouldn't do that," he told me. His voice was deep and a bit gravelly. It sounded somewhat familiar.
I looked up to see Greg Gagnon standing in front of me. His eyes met mine. Hazel eyes....
My body stopped when it saw them. They were almost the same color eyes as Katie's. The only difference was his were a lot harder, not so happy. Hers were always so happy and soft.
The similar color kept me staring at him. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," I stuttered, feeling my hands starting to shake. I couldn't hold up very much longer.
Greg tilted his head at me. "Do you think she'd want you to kill yourself? Would Katie want you to end your whole life?"
His words struck me hard. How did he know about Katie? No one talked about it. Her parents hadn't wanted many people to know.... Only people who were close knew about it. It had just happened a week ago. Though that felt like an eternity in hell to me.
"She wouldn't," he told me knowingly. I shifted away from his intense gaze now and looked to the ground.
"I need her," I whispered weakly, staring at my shoes.
"You need to be strong for her," he instructed me. I felt him tug the bag of drugs out of my hand.
"These aren't going to help you right now. Would you leave this world without removing the people who took Katie away from you?" he asked me with a hard stare.
The hazel eyes burned into mine. It was almost the displeased look that Katie would give me.
I shook my head quickly. My eyes couldn't come off of his now. I knew that if I had the chance, I would take every single one of them out and show them how it felt. I'd make them feel how much they had hurt her.... I could see it in her the whole time. Her horrified eyes haunted my nightmares....
"I can help you, Mack. I can show you where they are."
"You know where they are?" I questioned him quickly. My voice came out in a breathless rush. He knew where they were. Anger flooded my veins.
They would pay. I wanted them to pay for what they had done to her. To my Katie....
"I can take you to them," Greg offered me with a nonchalant shrug.
"Y-you can?"
My words stumbled over each other. My hands were already in fists. I could make them scream and cry out. I would make them beg for their lives and then take it away from them. I would rip them apart and they would regret ever touching my angel.
This is what happened when you took an angel away from people like me. We weren't able to understand the difference between right and wrong anymore because all of the light that had been in our lives had been destroyed. I was in the dark without her. Lost. And I wanted the people responsible for that to share in some of my pain.
Greg wrapped his arm around my shoulder supportively.
"I can do that and so much more for you, Mack. I got your back," he promised me, walking me forward. He stopped at a trash can and dumped my pills in there.
"She'll be proud of you," he assured me, looking me straight in the eyes.
I nodded quickly and looked up at the sky.
I'm going to get rid of those guys, Katie. I'll make sure they regret it. I'll make them pay, baby. I love you.
Author's Note: It's true, Greg really does find his gang members when they are weakest. *shakes head* saddd. So I hope you guys enjoyed the outtake though! That's a little more of a glimpse into his past and also of Katie. I think that's one of the first times you guys have ever gotten to really read about her before she was dead. How do you like her? She's a carefree one. I really like her...same with my beta. My beta likes her a little too much to grasp reality that she's dead... xP. But anyways tell us what you thought and leave us an update! Also, tell us who you wanna see an outtake about! We have them for pretty much everyone so just through us a name! xD
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