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Five Reasons Why I'm writing my Will:

A list by Roxas Strife

1. I am going to kill myself. Why, you may ask? I am tired of being subjected to Axel attempting to molest me. My life means nothing if this is all I have to look forward to. It has become too much to bear. Goodbye.

2. I figured that if I'm dead I might as well let everyone have my stuff instead of them being weighed down by the guilt of stealing it… though, they probably wouldn't feel guilty anyway, but I'd like to think that someone would.

3. It has been 5 days since I went on a date with Axel and ever since then he seems to be under the misconception that we're dating or something…

4. I don't want my father to try to keep my stuff and sell it for profit. He doesn't deserve it.

5. I don't want Axel to try to keep my stuff… and make a shrine from it.

"Will you get the hell out of my shop!?" Roxas barked at the small group of fan girls that were seated collectively near the counter, watching him with bright, eager eyes. The bravest of the group giggled the loudest and winked at him, tapping her watch with an acrylic nail.

"Look, you can't just stay here, you have to buy something." Roxas snapped, ignoring their pointed looks at the door and then at him. He didn't care why they were at the shop; he just wanted them to burn for staring at him like that! It was unnerving to have so many women gawking at him like he was a piece of meat.

"We'll leave soon, Roxas, we're just… waiting." Their ring leader simpered, placing girly hands primly in her lap and staring pointedly at him with her eyes sparkling deviously.

Oh, of course…

They were waiting for Axel.

They'd been doing this for the past five days. Ever since they'd seen Axel nearly rape him in the public eye, they'd never missed a day, watching as Axel would always stride up and hop over the counter to try to kiss Roxas who would duck away from the attempts at rape, threatening castration. As Axel would attempt to hug him and feel him up, the fan girls would all begin to sport nose bleeds, their fantasies coming true.

Roxas wanted to cut someone.

It wasn't just that though. After attempting to molest him Axel would then hang out with him, pestering him and just trying to talk like- like- like they were friends or something. Like he was generally interested in what Roxas had to say. Which was a lie and both of them knew it! It was disgusting how he was trying to put up a front in order to gain Roxas's trust, thinking that it would help if he acted like a caring individual instead of a sex crazed whore.

But Roxas could see right through that.

The thing that bothered Roxas the most though… was how much it really did affect him. You would think that the more that Axel tried to molest him that he angrier he'd get, but it was the exact opposite. The more that Axel showed up and tried to talk to him, the less Roxas hated him. If anything… it was-

Oh, hell no.

He wasn't going to even go there!

It was simple unable to fathom. There was no way that he, Roxas Strife could even think to- to be attracted to Axel Flurry! There was no way that he could actually want to- to get to know the guy that Axel tried to pretend to be! Rubbing his eyes tiredly, Roxas shook his head. It didn't matter that the fake Axel was making him doubt himself and make him actually want something to do with the man-whore; letting him gain the upper hand in any way would ruin Roxas's chance to escape the hell-hole he'd been born into.

He should have never gone on that that date with Axel. Ever since then, he'd been having these God-awful feelings about Axel, his fingers just itching to touch his face and his lips just pushing him towards Axel's mouth like he already knew what it was like. Sometimes, if things had finally calmed down in the shop, Roxas would see Axel frowning at him, something like concentration or intense scrutiny making Roxas glare and feel uncomfortable. It was unnerving, like Axel was actually trying to be a good person instead of a whore. It was… awful. It ruined whatever views Roxas had of him and made things difficult to handle.

"Hey Roxas, I didn't know you were working this shift today." Naminé said brightly as she walked past and patted him lightly on the back.

"Demyx wanted to spend some more time with Zexion… so I let him take the day off." Roxas replied nonchalantly, casting a look towards the demonic fan girls that were staring at him avidly. "Though," He muttered darkly, glaring venomously, "if I'd known that these things would be here today, I would have told him good luck and slept in."

"And you're not jealous that he's spending time with Zexion?" Naminé asked carefully. The fan girls leaned in, expecting to hear something juicy, and Roxas threw a spoon at their ring leader's head.

"No… why would I? I don't like him or anything." He defended himself awkwardly, ignoring the deadly look that the ring leader sent his way. And it was true… the moment Roxas had seen that Demyx liked the stoic and quiet loving guy, Roxas's feelings had shut off automatically. He wasn't going to fight for a guy he'd never try to hook up with. It wasn't worth it and Demyx was too good of a guy to say, "No," to. Besides, Roxas didn't want to be with anyone.

Axel Flurry included.

"Well, that's good… I'd feel bad for Axel if he found out that you liked someone else." Naminé said brightly, eyes sparkling. It was a perfectly innocent, little sister look that promised sparkles and kittens flying over rainbows with unicorns and neon colors that made you want to vomit from the happy goodness that it screamed.

Roxas wasn't fooled for a moment.

"What are you-"

"You like someone else, Roxas? Oh, I'm crushed." A hand snaked around Roxas's waist and tugged him backwards, right into someone's firm chest and causing him to gasp from shock. A low, husky laugh filled his ears as someone brought their lips dangerously close to his ear. "Though, stealing you from them is so much more satisfying than just catching you." Roxas let out a slow, even breath as he closed his eyes and slowly moved his arm forward, ramming it back with as much momentum that he could muster, grinning sadistically as he successfully elbowed Axel in the stomach and sent him falling backwards.

"You couldn't catch me even if I gave you a head start." Roxas snapped as he gave Naminé a calculative glare that merely made her push her bangs from her face and beam at him.

And everyone thought he was the dangerous one…

"Ouch… bad day?" Axel guessed as he rubbed his stomach tenderly and winked with a wince. Roxas could vaguely see out of the corner of his eye that the fan girls were beginning to lean in towards one another, eyes avid on the scene before them as they waited for him to be molested. Sick, lemon-seeking fan girls….

"It was fine until you showed up." Roxas retorted easily, giving Naminé a pointed look that she pointedly ignored. Pushing away the fact that his senses were suddenly alive and on edge the moment he'd felt Axel's presence, Roxas turned around and began cleaning, finding busy work to do just so that he didn't have to see Axel staring at him with lust filled eyes.

His heart was already pounding hard enough, thank you very much.

"You know, I think that you try too hard to ignore me." Axel said informationally, nodding wisely as Roxas tossed him an annoyed glare and kept working busily. As long as he didn't have to pay too much attention to the red head, he'd be fine. It was ok, Roxas, you didn't have to look at him the way he looked at you…

Roxas hated how some sick, twisted part of him wanted Axel the way that all of Axel wanted him.

"And sometimes, I think that some sick, twisted part of you wants me the same way that I want you." Axel continued, either ignoring or not noticing Roxas visibly twitching and dropping his dish rag in shock. How did Axel know that's how he felt?!

"I don't think so." Roxas snapped, picking up his dish rag and scrubbing at the immaculate counter.

"Then why won't you look at me?" Axel asked innocently. Gritting his teeth and grumbling satanically under his breath Roxas whirled around and placed his hands on his slender hips, jutting his chin out and raising an eyebrow.

"Ok, I'm looking at you." He said with a level tone, frowning. "Nothing worth looking at." He continued, watching as the twinkle in Axel's eyes darkened and he looked Roxas slowly up and down. As he stared though, the lusty, wolfish stare faded and something else took over that made Roxas dislike him even more. His features seemed to soften and he smiled a little, the action foreign and a little nervewracking.

"You look good today." He said in response to the jab to his looks. Surprised, Roxas could just stare, his heart thudding for no reason. Why would he just throw an off handed comment out like that?! Sure, Roxas could handle things like, "You're hot," or, "You'd look good naked," but something so innocent and nice sounding was awful coming from a man-whore's lips! It was… awful.

It was making Roxas hate how he didn't feel so annoyed anymore. Which made him annoyed that he didn't feel annoyed. Which… well, balanced out the lack of annoyance, but because the annoyance was because he wasn't annoyed with what he wanted to be annoyed with, it was maddening.

If you understood that, I applaud you.

"And how am I supposed to reply to that?" He questioned coolly, forcing himself to glare. Chuckling at Roxas's frustration, Axel advanced slowly and raised an eyebrow as Roxas backed up, the routine familiar for the both of them.

"You can reply like this," Axel informed him huskily, leaning in and placing warm hands on Roxas's slim waist. Roxas stumbled back and pushed Axel's hands away only to have the red head chuckle blackly and bring his smaller hands up to Axel's own hips. Shocked and annoyed, Roxas wrenched his hands away from his hips and made a move to run around Axel.

"I don't want to reply like that. I don't want to touch you in any way at all unless it's getting you to leave me the hell alone." Pushing against Axel's chest Roxas tried to physically make him move away so that he could get some peace and quiet, but to his horror it only seemed to egg the red head on more. Grinning roguishly, Axel leaned in until his lips were mere inches from Roxas's.

"So you're the kind that likes to be touched?" Axel breathed softly, acidic green eyes locked on Roxas's shocked blue stare. Licking his lips, he winked slowly. "I can work with that." He whispered as he brought his hands up to cup Roxas's face to pull him into a kiss.

Nearby, the fan girls all began sporting nosebleeds as they promptly fell out of their chairs.

"You disgust me!" Roxas ducked and moved around Axel's lithe body, hating how he described Axel's body as lithe. Why did it matter to him if he was lithe? It didn't… and yet it did. Regardless… stumbling away from him, Roxas glared and-seeing the door to his brother's office wide open-he made his way towards Cloud's sanctuary.

"Roxas, don't walk away like that!" Axel cheerfully called to him, and with an extra burst of speed Roxas slipped into Cloud's office. Hopefully his brother wouldn't mind him hiding out until Axel left, bored without someone to spy on. Falling into a spare chair Roxas slumped down and let his head fall against his chest.

"Rough week?" Cloud guessed as he fell into his own chair and logged onto the network to check up on any news from the manufacturers about income and other interesting business stuff that the manager of a coffee shop should know. Roxas groaned in response and massaged his temples, hoping for his annoyance to ease up.

"No more than yours." Roxas replied tiredly. Cracking open an eye he watched as his brother mussed up his hair and rubbed his face, probably an effort to wake up and focus. Though Cloud wasn't the disliked child of the Strife bunch (That was an off-camera knock off copy of the Brady Bunch) he wasn't the favorite and often the task of working on the business of buying and selling fell to him. If there was a drop in the Strife income, Cloud was naturally blamed, and then Roxas because Roxas just couldn't make coffee like he used to.

"It's been… a week." Cloud hedged, fixing his brother with a stare that Roxas could understand. If there was anyone Roxas could relate to or truly "get along" with, it was Cloud. Though Cloud wasn't as angry as Roxas, he had the same violent tendencies, the same devious revenge plots, and similar life stories with love and relationships. Their generally quiet natures and blank, uncaring dispositions were uncanny, and Roxas found himself feeling the unnecessary desire to comfort his brother. Obviously, the Leon thing was getting to him.

Not that he'd let Cloud know he actually felt back about it.

"Oh, you got laid?" He asked smoothly, smirking as Cloud fixed him with a look that promised death ten times over.

And people wondered who he learned his glares from?

"And you're causing nosebleeds from fangirls in the front of the shop." Cloud commented smugly, successful wiping the smirk from his brother's face. Ah, Cloud had him there. How would he retaliate? He didn't even know how to get Axel to stop… he had no earthly idea. Cloud could easily counter with a red head molesting him and leave it at that.

Just another reason to hate Axel. Not that he needed one really, but still.

"So we had shitty weeks." Roxas snapped, glaring at his equally annoyed brother. "Let me crash in here and I'll forget that you've been dropped off by Leon nightly."

"Tell Demyx I was with you and it's a deal." Cloud agreed as he moved around and shook Roxas's hand firmly, sealing the brotherhood deal. It was a sacred, secret oath that brothers took, silently agreeing that if it was ever broken a fate worse than death could fall upon them and no one would care.

A bit dark, but Roxas liked it that way.

As Cloud left the office to do something Roxas didn't really care about he slumped farther down into his chair and he rubbed his temples angrily, cursing how the one time he gives in to the red heads stupidity he is suddenly being molested every time he sees him.

Just another reason to hate Axel.

Axel watched as her as she watched him. It was a staring battle, a battle fought for reasons that no one could truly explain. Though Axel fought for dignity, honor, and wariness, the girl's reasons were a mystery. Axel wasn't stupid though, and put up his guard. He'd been fooled once, and he didn't plan on being fooled again! He was a smart guy, a calculative man, and he planned on staying on the top of his game, kicking away the innocent blonde who was staring at him with a purpose that made him want to cower behind his plushie charmander pokemon in slight fear.

Naminé must have learned how to stare at people from her brother.

Getting up from his chair he made his way over to the counter and stood there, eye twitching as Naminé gave him a firm, unyielding stare.

"Alright, I bite; why are you looking at me like that?" Axel demanded, glaring. Naminé raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow and tucked her white blonde hair behind one ear, letting the smooth waterfall cascade over one shoulder. Baby blue eyes peered up at him and she smiled.

"Can't I just stare?" Naminé asked innocently, and Axel glowered. She wasn't innocent. She wasn't nice, either. She'd gotten him in trouble with Roxas when he'd been under the impression that he was safe from his uke's wrath a few weeks ago. Axel couldn't forgive her for that.

"No… you're not a nice little girl. You got me thrown out of the shop when I'd come to rescue my laptop… innocent my ass! Its girls like you that remind me why I, Axel Flurry, am 100 percent flaming for men. You're mean." Axel pointed an accusing finger at her, but she merely smiled kindly up at him and leaned over the counter, beckoning him closer. Despite his misgivings, Axel leaned in until they were almost touching noses. Why? Because she looked so damn innocent that he couldn't not do what she said!

Innocence is a bitch that way.

"I never said I was innocent." Naminé breathed to him, smile changing into something devious. "But if you'd like, I'll pretend to be oblivious about your intentions with my brother and decide not to help you after all because I'm innocent looking, therefore, I must be innocent." Axel frowned a little, hardly hearing a word she was saying, his mind honing in on, "intentions with my brother… help you…" and blocking everything else.

"You'll help me hook up with Roxas?" Axel whispered back to her, eyes sparkling brightly. Grinning wryly, Naminé nodded and tapped him lightly on the nose.

"He said that he wanted to talk to you but was too nervous because of what happened last time he was alone with you." Axel's face fell at that, and he pouted.

"Liar." He pointed out, and Naminé laughed brightly.

"True. But I'm not lying when I saw that he's had wet dreams," she paused and Axel swore that a smirk broke over her face as she winked. "Starring you." She finished as she tapped Axel on the nose again.

Time froze.

Axel stared, shock rushing through him.

Naminé's grin widened.

Nearby, the coffee machine whirred in the silence.

"Wet dreams, you say?" Axel asked softly, raising an eyebrow in interest. Naminé's lips curled over her teeth as she saw that she had him hooked. Axel didn't care though, his mind suddenly losing its entire original though process as all of the blood rushed south.

"You've been really patient, haven't you?" Naminé coached, and Axel felt his head nodding along dumbly, his brain only able to give slight motions as answers.

"And I'm sure you've noticed that you do affect him in some sort of way." Naminé smiled deviously as Axel's pupils dilated at the thought.

"I almost had him the day that you tricked me." Axel revealed in a low, husky voice.

"Don't you deserve to reap the benefits of your work?"

"I would hope so."

"Then what are you waiting for? Just a second ago you almost had him." She asked him sweetly, tapping him on the nose again.

"What are you trying to say?" Axel asked slowly, not wanting to show his true feelings. He felt like jumping over the counter, rushing to the office and taking the angry coffee house worker, and he felt like making it hot, rough, and loud, but he didn't because that would be offensive for the people in the coffee shop who just wanted to drink coffee and chill, and Axel wasn't that offensive and rude.

Also, he was sure he'd be charged with rape.

"I'm saying that Roxas is attracted to you but won't admit it. I'm saying that he is easily flustered around men that he is attracted to, and I'm saying that you're that man that he'd be easily flustered around. I'm saying that he's in my brother's office right now, alone and I wouldn't mind turning my head the other way if you snuck in." She turned to flash him a smile, but did an internal double take with what she saw.

Naminé was preaching to empty air.

Turning her head she smiled to herself as Axel stealthily made his way towards the office, grabbing the door handle and quietly opening the dim room with a determined, hungry look on his face.

"What are you doing, Naminé?" Cloud asked as he walked out of the backroom to see Axel closing the office door behind him. Naminé's lips curled up involuntarily as she turned and fixed her brother with the stare she'd just given Axel moments before.

"I'm just innocently working, why?" She asked sweetly.

"Innocent my ass." Cloud retorted.

"Exactly."

Naminé was more than a little bored. Now that she'd planted a seed of hope in Axel's head, the sex maniac would be more inclined to try to hook up with her brother, and her work there for the moment was done. She'd completed her mission; she just had to complete her work shift!

But it was terribly boring to do so.

Naminé cast a curious but remotely blank glance over to the shop's office before she forced herself to look away and fill out an order that someone had called in. Luxord had decided that he'd wanted to do a drive thru for the coffee shop, and Naminé was more than happy to see that the farthest they'd gotten to a drive thru was a phone call service, but it was still a lot of work to do if you weren't paying attention. As she skimmed through the order she filled each one out quickly and meticulously, already plotting her next move. She was sure that Axel wasn't smart enough to make this work according to how she wanted it to work out, so Naminé knew she needed a plan B.

But what could it be?

It wasn't easy being Naminé. Basically, she had to run her siblings lives for them. For instance, Naminé was plotting to help Sora and Riku's relationship before it crashed like it was starting to, and to do that she had to know everything that was going on. Naminé knew who the mystery texter was, but she knew that she couldn't interfere without having to support the weight of the drama herself, and Naminé wasn't a middle worker; she was a behind the scenes kind of girl. Sora thought that the idea of fixing things was to have sex to keep Riku close, and Naminé knew that it didn't work that way.

Sex is easy.

Life is hard.

And then there was Demyx with his overly shy personality and low self esteem. Naminé had to plan how to give him the courage to face Zexion and somehow manipulate Zexion into falling in love with her quirky brother. She'd planted the seed by mentioning that Demyx was in the back room working on things to Zexion, and she'd mentioned how he was probably lonely. She had to be subtle though because Zexion was smart and Demyx was a spazz at best.

Zexion didn't do spazz.

But, that's what Demyx wanted, so Naminé had to do it. She was the master manipulator, and what her family wanted, she'd connive until they got it.

Then there was Cloud… ah, good old Cloud. Romantic at heart, shy and subdued, a little grouchy when someone stole his damned cocoa puffs… good old Cloud.

And he was just God awful at relationships too.

Naminé also had to find a way to patch up the hole that Leon and Cloud had ripped through their relationship. Judging by the way that he'd come in, tired and sheepish but not in a weary, smug way, he hadn't been laid. He'd probably had a conversation and fallen asleep, promising to talk in the morning but hadn't because in the morning he'd realized just how awkward it was. Now she had to come up with a new way to put them together to where they'd talk but also reconnect on a closer level than words or sex.

And don't even bring up Larxene because Naminé had no idea what to do with that woman. She was a hopeless bitch.

Sighing, she shook her head. Her family left it all up to her to fix. That was the curse of being the youngest child and the nicest looking. Just for once… she wanted to be in a relationship of her own where she didn't have to plan for anyone but herself. But that was selfish, so she laughed under her breath and pushed the thought away. She didn't have time to hook up with anyone.

Turning around to set the coffee cups onto the counter Naminé suddenly found herself inches away from a smirking red headed girl, a light breath of shock passing her lips.

And then the world changed as Naminé knew it.

Ok, not really. But you get what I mean.

Naminé's brain quickly scrambled for a name as the girl raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow and smiled in a small, slightly seductive smile. She wore a slightly low cut pink blouse with a matching thigh high skirt and white leggings. Why could Naminé see this? The girl was leaning over the counter with her legs pulled up a little behind her, showing off long and tan calves.

"Can I help you?" Naminé asked quietly, ignoring the way that the girl was invading her personal bubble. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that she should know this girl, that the world would probably silently laugh if she didn't recognize her, and that she would feel dumb when she realized who it was. Alas… Naminé couldn't think of a name. Call it a slip of tongue from Naminé's shock of someone actually being that, that… close to her.

You see, people never got that close to Naminé. Naminé invaded personal bubbles, manipulated people's lives, twisted their feelings, and made them unaware of it all at once. So people jumping into her bubble like that when she hadn't planned it…

Well, it was a little unsettling.

The girl beamed and shoved her sunglasses farther back on her head, pushing back thick, scarlet locks and showing off her deep blue eyes for the world to see. Leaning in a little, she brightly tapped Naminé's nose and her grin widened a little.

"You're cute." She stated firmly in the same way that someone would say that the sky was blue. A little startled, Naminé blinked and then nodded slowly, pushing her choppy bangs from her face.

"Thank you." She replied quietly, moving around to finish the order. Unphased by the reaction she'd received, the girl swung back and bounced on the tips of her toes, her eyes taking on a mischievous light that Naminé recognized as a look of her own.

"I'm Kairi. My brother is Axel, the guy that's trying to get into your brother's pants." Proudly, the girl looped her fingers through her skirt's belt loops and winked at Naminé's slightly curious and amused face. In truth, Naminé was amused and curious. Just realizing who it was that had hit on her made the manipulative gears begin to turn in her head, and a plan slowly began to lay itself out.

"I'm Naminé, the sister of the boy that your brother is trying to screw." Naminé replied easily as she finished the iced latte and set it next to the other orders. Kairi laughed delightedly as Naminé said this, and she leaned forward to tap Naminé on the nose again. Moving away from her, Naminé grabbed a steaming hot cup of French vanilla coffee and moved back to gently set it on the counter. It would take intense concentration and no distractions in order to ensure that the coffee wouldn't spill, and nothing would distract Naminé from making sure that the coffee remained safe.

"We should go out on a date." Kairi said brightly, causing Naminé to drop aforementioned coffee in shock, sending the hot drink splattering all over the floor. Well, there went that plan…

Whirling around, Naminé turned to face the girl again, eyes wide and mouth open. Kairi was leaning over the counter again, her deep blue eyes sparkling deviously and her lips curled up into a knowing smirk. It took a few moments for Naminé to realize that the girl was in fact mere inches from her face and that she was leaning in closer by the second, confidant navy blue eyes locked with startled baby blue ones.

A mental scream echoed around Naminé's head.

Jerking away, Naminé stepped back and struggled to push away her pounding heart, eyes still stuck on Kairi's face. The red head was grinning smugly, her knowing stare making Naminé more than just a little flustered. What had the girl just tried to do? Kiss her?! That wasn't allowed! Naminé was a background person, and shadowy planner and schemer, not a person who was locked into a situation like one she usually controlled!

Those were the rules, and she followed by them. No red headed girl would change that!

"I'm not interested in a relationship." Naminé informed Kairi softly as she reached down and picked up the empty cup. She'd have to mop the floor for this.

Curse her flusteredness.

"Are you just as stubborn as your brother?" Kairi asked curiously. Frowning, Naminé shook her head and opened the back door to grab the mop.

"I thought you didn't like blondes." Naminé hedged calmly as she began to clean. Kairi laughed delightedly and clapped her hands together as she landed back onto her feet.

"I don't… usually." Winking, Kairi blew her a kiss as she pulled her sunglasses from her hair and turned towards the door. "But for you… I'll make an exception." Walking out of the coffee shop she made sure to make her hips sway more than normal, knowing that Naminé's gaze would be fastened on her.

As Naminé watched her leave she shook her head slowly and smoothed the rumples in her apron, trying to distract herself. As she cleaned up the scalding hot coffee on the floor and then handed the call in delivery to the customer Naminé made sure to keep her head focused in the game of what was currently going on in the office of the shop and not what was going on in her head. No, she wasn't lying when she said she didn't have time for relationships; there was still so much to do!

And yet…

Wait, no!

Naminé shook her head. Now wasn't the time to let a girl get in the way of her plans for her brothers. She had to stay focused, alert, and-

Dammit. Her heart was still thudding a mile a minute.

5 Reasons Why I Meddle in My Brother's Lives:

A list by Naminé Strife

1. Boys are hopeless… they make everything so much more complicated when it comes to love! One of the many reasons why I prefer girls…

2. They have the mind capacities of three year old children and have to be supervised by someone who knows what to do… if left alone I'm sure they'd make a mess of their lives.

3. I'm their younger sister… it's my job!

4. I have the manipulative skills of a master criminal… I have to use my powers somehow.

5. Because I can.

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:D So, yeah... I decided to throw in some Namine and Kairi... don't like? Don't read... haha not much else to tell you, sorry... but, I had the inspiration, and as the author I'm going to use it!

So, I'll try to update soon, but while you wait you should check out Just Listen! I'm updating that story later today too!

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