Author's Note: I want to give a shout out to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. Thank you so much. Reviews really inspire authors to continue and work faster on certain projects than they would have otherwise :). I hope you all enjoy this next chapter. It's longer than my previous chapters, but I will warn you guys that I am the Queen of Long Chapters, so there will be more long chapters to come.

Chapter 4

"I'll do anything you ever dreamed to be complete"—Goo Goo Dolls.

Painting while making sure the neighbors didn't tear down the bathroom walls trying to install handrails was a Herculean task. Yuki cringed every time he heard a loud crash and "Forgive me."

Spattered in light blue paint, Yuki examined his work. Tohru and Kyo's moderately sized master bedroom had successfully gone from a sunny yellow to a summer sky blue. For never having painted anything aside from a popsicle castle in 2nd grade, he'd done pretty well, though he was very glad all of the furniture had been removed from the room or covered. He was also glad for the plastic sheets over the wooden floor. Liberal amounts of blue paint beneath areas Yuki hadn't been able to get quite right until going over them a few times pooled on the plastic. The sliding screen window-doors were open to let in fresh air, and Yuki inhaled the salty scent of the water nearby. Birds chirped and the wind whipped lightly through the short trees and bushes in the backyard.

Yuki watched Kyo and one of his students putting light red rocks around the dark dirt of Tohru's garden. Short sticks were staked into the ground, marking the places where tomatoes and carrots would grow. After a nap, Yuki would go out and take a look at what could be done there, and see if the soil was good enough for strawberries. Tohru would like that. She'd liked it when he'd planted strawberries for her before.

But would she be there to see actual fruit when it came time?

Yuki shook his head and studied his paint dirtied hands. No, he wouldn't think like that. Tohru and Kyo did enough of that for him. They chatted about funeral plans and wills and things Kyo would have to do on his own in the future so casually. Yuki's second day of visiting Tohru in the hospital had gone much better than the first. He didn't run from the room, but Kyo and Tohru discussing cremation or burial, and what charity to give Tohru's clothes to, and how they would have to start interviewing for a part-time shift manager for The Rice Ball since Tohru wouldn't be there to supervise anymore made Yuki ill. They made jokes and held hands like teenagers, stealing kisses and sharing long looks. They could have been planning a surprise party: Surprise, it's a funeral!
Yuki stepped through the doors to stand on the small wooden that wrapped around the back of the house. "How's the gardening coming?" he called.

"I'd feel better if it was you out here in the dirt and me in there painting," Kyo grumbled. "How did that happen again?"

"Because," Yuki began with a smirk, "you happened to choose a type of paint that you are allergic to."

Kyo scowled. A few drops of Summer Sky Blue on Kyo's skin made it break out in itching hives, which he hadn't known until he'd bought it and had commenced work on the bedroom earlier that morning. "Stupid paint."

"Well, it's quite pretty. Tohru will love it," Yuki said. He walked to the garden. "I'm going to take a quick nap, then I'll be out to work in the garden."

Kyo raised a brow and leaned back on his heels where he sat in the short grass. He wore a sleeveless tank top and thick outdoor gloves made of tough leather. He rubbed sweat from his forehead, leaving a streak of dirt behind. "Guess that means I should put lunch together. Oi, Ryu, you can handle putting down the rest of the rocks, can't you?"

"Yes, Sensei," Ryu said. "How could I mess it up?"

Kyo looked wary. "I've seen you mess up peanut butter and jelly. Be careful."

Ryu flushed. "That—that was an accident. Raspberry jelly is the same color as that beet marmalade, and the labels were turned away from me. It's Sayu's fault for putting them next to each other!"

Kyo peeled off his gloves and tossed them in the grass. "Whatever, Ryu."

Yuki chuckled. "A peanut butter and beet sandwich, hm? And just who did you serve this too, Ryu?"

Ryu cringed. "Sensei."

Yuki laughed outright and Kyo stood and punched him in the shoulder. "Don't forget who's making you lunch, Rat."

Oops. Yuki looked apologetic, or at least hoped he did. "Please don't poison me."

Kyo smirked and casually strolled toward the house, not looking back.

Yuki stared after him, half worried about his meal, and half worried about his cousin. Was Kyo's behavior normal?—was Tohru's? Yuki wished he knew a grief counselor or a therapist, anyone who could assure him that Kyo and Tohru were coping with this situation logically and not just going crazy.

"Um… Mr. Yuki?" Ryu didn't look up from placing garden rocks, but from his profile Yuki could see that the younger man was blushing.

"Yes, Ryu?" Yuki frowned. What was the matter?

"Th—thank you for being here for Sensei. He's been much better since you've been here."

Yuki blinked, insides shifting. "Better? How—how was he before?" Yuki sat down in the grass beside Ryu.

"He was-he tried to seem happy for Miss Tohru, but sometimes, I guess it just seemed like he wasn't really here, you know, with us, like he was just going through the motions. His eyes were kinda empty. He's not like that now."

Because I'm here? Do I really mean that much to him? "O—oh?"

"Miss Tohru's so brave and kind, and so is Sensei, usually, but this time he's really scared—and he can't show that to Miss Tohru," Ryu said, finally looking up. His dark eyes shone and for a moment Yuki was stunned. Ryu really cared about Kyo. It was no surprise at how much people came to care for Tohru, but Kyo did all right for himself as well. His students adored him, or at least the ones who had been by the house—and there had been quite a few- Tohru's doctor and nurse were fond of him, and the neighbors jumped through hoops trying to help out around the house when he'd asked. In fact, a few had seen what was going on and offered to help. Yuki had always envied Kyo's unconscious ability to draw people to him, but he had no idea it went to this magnitude, or had being around Tohru increased his ability?

Either way, it was touching to know that even though Kyo could draw helping hands to himself left and right, when it came down to it, Yuki's presence was the one that made the difference. Gods, should he have felt guilty for almost feeling smug, pleased that someone else needed him and benefited from having him around? He felt vaguely nauseous, and had to lower his head for a moment and close his eyes.

"Mr. Yuki? Are you okay?" Ryu asked. "It's not that hot, but you're really pale—like really pale. Maybe you need a sun hat and some water?"

Yuki raised a hand. "I'm all right, Ryu. I just—I'm just thinking about something."
"About Sensei being a closet wreck? I'm sorry for telling you, if it's made you sad or

mad, or…." Ryu was rambling.

"No, it's good. I'm glad you told me. I needed to know. I'd been… wondering, about Kyo and Tohru, and how cheerful they're being. I know they don't want to dwell on…things… but it just doesn't seem normal."

Ryu nodded emphatically. "It's kinda creepy, sir."

Creepy. Yes, that was a good way to describe it. And… "Ryu, you can stop calling me 'sir'. How old are you?"

"Nineteen, sir… er… Mr. Yuki."

"I'm twenty-three, the same age as your sensei. You don't have to address me like an old man."

"But you're Sensei's cousin and my boss's brother-in-law…" Ryu frowned.

Yuki smiled at him and patted his shoulder. "And your sensei and boss are only twenty-three years old, too. You can relax."

Only twenty-three.

Tohru would be only twenty-three. And after Tohru, Kyo would still only be twenty-three, but would his life be over? In high school, Yuki would say 'yes', Kyo had based his entire salvation on Tohru and his love for her and her acceptance of him. Out of high school, what did Kyo live for? His dojo, his students, Tohru's bakery… or was it still just Tohru? Would there ever be another Tohru for him?

Heck, there would never be another Tohru, but would Kyo even try to find another somebody. And gods, why did the thought of that make his stomach churn? Tohru was almost like a mother to him when Yuki had first met her. She encouraged him and loved him unconditionally and taught him how to be a person, a man, and when she and Kyo had started showing an attraction, Yuki had felt like a son watching his mother date.

The thought of Kyo with another woman was like thinking of someone cheating on his beloved mother. But how could he not want Kyo to eventually move on?

Yuki shook his head.

"Mr. Yuki, are you sure you don't need some water?" Ryu asked.

"I'm fine. Let's—uh-let's get to work."

"I thought you were going to take a nap and then come back out."

"I've changed my mind. I need to be busy right now. So… let's see about this soil, huh?" Yuki picked up Kyo's abandoned gloves and smiled at Ryu who watched him warily.

"Ah… You know s-er—Mr. Yuki, I'm starting to believe all you Sohmas are kinda crazy."

"What was that?" Yuki smiled and Ryu shrank back in the way Shigure did when he'd said something inappropriate about Tohru.

"Er-uh-nothing, Mr. Yuki."

Kyo wiped down the kitchen counters and Yuki finished the last of the peach, strawberry lemonade the ex-Cat had made from scratch. How could a few fruits, water and sugar taste so delicious when blended together by Kyo's hand? Kyo had had to make three pitchers, because the neighbors had finished the first before Yuki and Ryu had gotten any, and Yuki and Ryu had finished the second before Kyo had gotten any. Yuki watched him that third time, waiting to see him drop some magic into that pale blue, duck embroidered pitcher. And no, he hadn't seen any stardust or heard any muttered magic words, just a lot of careful, artful slicing and precise measuring.

Yuki licked the rim of the glass drinking jar, savoring the last taste of the lemonade on his tongue. It was sweet and tangy, tart and refreshing at the same time. He knew he was going to have to brush his teeth 10 times before he went to bed, but it was worth it. The chair beside him honked as it was dragged across the tile and a tired, sweaty Kyo, with garden dirt smudged on his jeans and strawberry juice stains on his shirt, flopped down in it. He rested his head on the table with a long sigh.

"I never thought we'd get it all done."

"You had 5 people helping you. Of course you were going to get it all done, Cat. You didn't even have to pay anyone," Yuki said.

"I paid in lemonade. Now, I'm sweaty and sticky, and too tired to want to bathe before bed."
Yuki chuckled and stretched a hand out to pat Kyo on the back. "You really should wear an apron."

"Screw that."

"It's too early for bed," Yuki remarked. He leaned back in his chair and glanced at a rooster-shaped clock on the wall. "It's barely even 8:30. Hey, how about we go out for a drink? Didn't we say we'd never done that without girls along?"

Kyo lifted his head to peer at him. "You serious?"

"Yeah. We can take a cab, so we don't have to worry about driving," Yuki said.

"Planning on getting wasted or are you a lightweight?"

Yuki smacked Kyo on the arm. "It's a 'just in case'. So, you want to?"

Kyo sat up and stretched his arms high over his head. "Hm…. What the hell? I'll never pass up a chance to see you totally sloshed. I could get some pics of you dancing on tables and poles and send it to Machi or something."

Yuki raised a brow. "How do you know she doesn't already have pictures of that?"

Kyo stared. "Just when you think you know a guy…."

"Get a shower, Kyo, or no bar will let us in. Do you have an idea of where we can go, or should I do a net-search?"

"Hn. I know a few places. Give me 20 minutes, Rat-face."

"You smell like you need 30 minutes."

"Funny."

Yuki sipped dark-colored beer from an iced mug. A pitcher of the frothy liquid sat in front of Yuki, on the house. One of Kyo's older students owned the bar and was so excited to see Kyo everything they touched was free. Sandwiches, chips, even shots, though Yuki had declined those and Kyo had only tossed back one. The leather of the barstool beside Yuki hissed as Kyo plopped down atop it, causing it to deflate. He placed his hands on the counter and reached for the beer pitcher.

"How was the restroom?"

"Pretty clean, actually. Wouldn't eat off the floor, but it didn't make me want to hold it until I got home either."

That was always good to hear in establishments that served food. The kitchen was only as clean as the restrooms. Kyo took a deep swallow of beer and set his mug down with a clink. "So… I thought I'd go ahead and ask you now—to get it over with and all, but uh—are you interested in being a business partner for The Rice Ball? Tohru says you're a genius when it comes to handling its figures and you had some ideas for expansion. I was never involved in all that before, and hired somebody to do all that for the dojo. I can do that for the bakery too, but it'd mean a lot to us—Tohru and me—if you'd think about it."

Yuki's grip tightened on his beer mug handle. Talking to the brown liquid, he asked, "You talked about this?"

"Yeah. We talked about it a lot. You wouldn't have to move or anything and you'd get half the profits, being a partner and all. But we also understand if you turn it down; you're a busy guy."

"And you'd be willing to sell half The Rice Ball to someone else?" Yuki asked, pain lancing through his middle, thinking about Tohru's bakery being co-owned by a stranger.

Kyo shook his head with a sad smile. "Huh? Oh, no, no way. If you don't want it, we'd just hire an accountant. Tohru just… Well, that's not important. Look, don't worry about it. It's gotta be hard for you to hear this stuff all the time. I bet you think we're half crazy."

Sometimes I do, but not while I'm sitting next to you watching you blink back tears. Yuki glanced at his cousin, taking in the brightness of his eyes and the cautious way he sipped his beer, as if he were trying to wash down a piece of food caught in his throat.

"It is important," Yuki said. "Anything to do with her is. Why does she want me to own half of her bakery?"

Kyo shrugged. "You know how she feels about you. She wants to give you something, a

piece of herself, like a gift, because you know how much The Rice Ball means to her, and…." He chuckled and cleared his throat. "Well, you know how she was the one to, you know, bring us together? She… I think she thinks that when she goes, we won't try anymore—to be friends, I mean."

"And The Rice Ball will hold us together?" Yuki said. After a moment, he chuckled as humorously as Kyo had. He nursed his beer for a few moments as both he and Kyo listened to the poor guy castrating his guitar in a far corner of the bar.

"Kyo, you know if you need me, you don't need a bakery to get me here. After she—she passes, the only thing that's going to change between us is that we need to learn to use the phone ourselves. Yes, she was always the one who called, but Kyo… you're not a phone person and neither am I. We'll do better."

Kyo downed his beer and poured another from the pitcher. He'd drunk at least 4 mugs and had had a shot. He wasn't swaying or slurring his words, but he'd also only eaten half a sandwich and had picked at his other meals all day. Yuki grabbed the pitcher and pulled it closer to himself and out of Kyo's reach.

"We're going to start making calls Monday, after the weekend, so she can get settled in. She wants to call Hanajima and Uotani first. We both figure they'll catch the first trains out, like you did, and want to stay, so we'll be preparing the other guest room this weekend."

"Ah." Yuki hadn't seen Saki Hanajima or Arisa Uotani since high school. He wondered what they were like now. Arisa Uotani was still seeing his cousin Kureno, but as far as Yuki knew there were no talks of marriage in the near future. "Uh… do you think Miss Uotani might bring Kureno?"

Kyo shrugged. "I don't know. If she does, we can fold out the couch bed."

"Or he can share the room with me," Yuki said, wanting to take it back as soon as he said it. He didn't know much about Kureno, and frankly the thought of sharing a room with a stranger that was supposed to be family was uncomfortable.

Kyo raised a brow. "And that wouldn't be weird?"

Yuki chuckled, this time with feeling as he met Kyo's gaze. "Yeah, he can have the couch bed." Yuki drank more beer, swishing the liquid around in his mouth. "What about the others?" The others, meaning the rest of the former Zodiac; he knew Kyo understood who he meant.

"We'll call them after Uotani and Hanajima decide what to do. I mean, Tohru loves the family, don't get me wrong, but Uotani and Hanajima are her family. If anyone else wants to come to stay, Tohru wants Uotani and Hanajima to have first dibs on a room."

Oh. Yuki felt cold. Was he occupying a room that could have gone to Hanajima, or a bed that could have been for Uotani and Kureno? He should be the one on the couch bed. "I didn't even think of that. I'll give up the guest room I…."
He was cut off by Kyo's snort. "Yuki, if I hadn't jumped the gun, do you honestly think you wouldn't be one of the first people we called? You'd get your pick of a room, too. Tohru always meant for Hanajima and Uotani to share. It was never a question. That guest room is yours—and Machi's. Tohru always thought that when you two got married, we'd have couple weekends and invite you guys over to go on two-day trips. She really wanted to get to know Machi better."

Tohru wanted to know Machi? "I could invite Machi, and have her come…" he stopped as Kyo shook his head.

"No. This is family time, Yuki; not time to make new friends. We decided. We don't want anyone else in this." Kyo wrung his hands together on the bar and took a deep breath. "We've made some plans. Tohru wants to go sailing, eat at some more foreign cuisine restaurants, and go back to Russia. If we had more time, we'd go to Australia or America, somewhere far, but she doesn't want to die away from home, so we're not taking that chance."

"A month, that's all we get, one month. That's not saying she has the whole month, and not saying that she may have days or weeks longer than a month. So, we have to do things fast. We can't have her missing out."

"Kyo… don't you think rushing her through so many events might make her… sicker?" Yuki asked. He imagined Tohru traveling by train, car and boat, looking pale and tired but trying to smile. He thought of all of the people that would be around her, exposing her to their germs. Wouldn't she be more susceptible?

"It's what she wants," Kyo said. "I told her, promised her it would always be whatever she wants. I'll do anything to make her happy."

"But anything makes Tohru happy." Yuki pushed away his beer mug and turned to Kyo. "If you think she's pushing herself too far, and you tell her, she'll listen to you."

"Yeah, yeah she will, and think she's being a bother, and she'll stop telling me what she really wants," Kyo said. "This isn't about making me feel better. If I was gonna go, I would want…."

"To still do whatever she wanted. She's the same Kyo," Yuki said.

"She's not going to die pleasing me. That's all there is to it," Kyo said flatly. He looked at the pitcher and back at Yuki. "You scared I'm gonna drink myself into a stupor?"

Yuki sighed and nodded. "You've had 5 already and a shot of strong liquor."

Kyo blinked. "Oh? I don't remember having that many. Well, good thing you're here or I'd be the one dancing on tables and poles. And no, Tohru does not have pictures of that."

"She would after I got through," Yuki said.

Kyo laughed and punched Yuki lightly on the shoulder. "You know what? She'd like something like that… so, tell you what. Get out your camera. I'm just buzzed enough to do this."

Yuki blinked. "What? What are you going to do?" If Kyo really was going to dance on a table, Yuki was going to sit on him. Kyo slid off his barstool and walked across the room, going straight to the singing guy with the guitar. The guy sat on a small, round platform on a wooden stool, in front of a microphone. Yuki noted that the microphone was not on; a wise decision. Two speakers sat in front of the small stage.

Wait. Was Kyo going to do impromptu karaoke?

Yuki jumped out of his seat and hurried to Kyo. "I was just joking!" he called as he ran.

Guitar guy stopped playing and smiled at Kyo. He vacated his stool and passed Kyo his guitar. Kyo put the strap over his shoulder and strummed his fingers over a few chords as if he knew what he was doing. A few patrons in the bar looked up and gave some cheers.

"Yo, Kyo!"

"Gonna play us something?"

"Get lost Heisuke and let Sensei have a go!"

"Good riddance Heisuke! You suck!"

Yuki halted a few feet from the little platform, beside a table of college students drinking beers and fruity liquor in tall glasses. There was a soft hum and little feedback as the microphone and speakers slowly came to life. Yuki looked behind him to see a man at the DJ booth in back waving toward the stage, probably at Kyo. Then it struck Yuki; Kyo must have done this before.

His cousin sat on the stool, feet just touching the floor and began to strum the opening chords to a vaguely familiar song. Maybe it was American.

"This is for the love of my life. It's our song."

And Kyo sang.

Yuki sat down at the table of college students, not bothering to ask if the seat was taken or if he could join them, floored. Since when could Kyo play the guitar or sing? He had a strong baritone voice that soared easily into tenor ranges to caress higher notes. There were soft cheers and cat calls all around.

"Oh, once in your life you find someone

Who will turn your world around

Bring you up when you're feeling down."

That was Tohru all right. Kyo sang in English, his words slightly accented but clear. Yuki wondered how many people in the bar understood what Kyo was singing.

"Now our dreams are coming true

Through the good times and the bad

I'll be standing there by you."

He didn't realize he was crying until he felt moisture and tasted salt on his lips. Yuki wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, then remembered he was supposed to be taking pictures for Tohru. He pulled his phone from his back pocket and placed it in camera mode. He stood to snap a few pictures of Kyo leaning into the microphone and leaning away from it. The guitarist, Heisuke, clapped Kyo on the back when he was done. The rest of the bar erupted into cheers.

"Sensei should take his act on the road, and be a traveling karate-singer!"

"Shut up, Kai! You're a moron!"

Yuki put his phone away and looked around the table at the arguing young men. "Um…hello. I'm Yuki Sohma, Kyo's cousin."

Three pairs of eyes were instantly glued to him. "You don't look like Sensei."

"Can you fight?"

"You're a guy?"

His eye twitched at the last statement.

"Kai, just don't talk anymore! You're such an idiot." One of the young men had hair dyed blond and dark eyes. He stuck out a hand, Western style. "I'm Shususke; the moron's Kai, and that's Toshinori."

Yuki greeted all of the students, raising a brow at the long-haired Kai.

"Does Kyo perform here often?" Yuki asked, nodding at Kyo who was still on stage talking with Heisuke.

"Nah, not often; only when he came in with Miss Tohru. She liked to watch him up there and claimed she was his number one groupie," Shusuke said with a smile. "She's a number one sweetheart. I can't believe that she's…." he trailed off, looking at Yuki warily. "Uh…"

"She's dying," Yuki said for him. "I know."

Shusuke and the others seemed to relax. "Okay. We know they've been keeping pretty quiet about it to folks who aren't here to see it. Sensei looks better, though. You get him drunk?"

Yuki flushed. "No, he's not drunk. At least, I don't think he is."

Toshinori, who wore his dark brown hair short, laughed. "You can't quite tell with Sensei. He can really hold his liquor. Miss Tohru on the other hand has to stick to soda."

"I want to go see her," Kai said, running a hand through his shoulder length hair. "She's supposed to be back home this week, right…er…?"

"Yuki, and yes, she'll be home. I don't know if they really want a flock of people coming by all of a sudden…" Yuki began, but what did he know. Maybe Tohru did want all of Kyo's students to drop by.

"Sensei!" The attention was off Yuki as Kyo made his way to the table.

"Oi, what are you knuckleheads doing out? Don't you have a curfew or something?" Kyo noogied Kai, who let out a yelp and ducked his head.

"We're 18!"

"Going on 8," Kyo said. He nodded at Yuki. "Did you all get introduced to my cousin?"

"Yessir," Shusuke said. "And we were asking him about coming to see Miss Tohru this week."

Kyo's light demeanor dimmed a bit. "Oh. Well, maybe next week. We need to get her settled in, and we're expecting guests. I'll tell you what, though, I'll let Nobu know when you guys can start dropping by. That okay?"

"Yeah, sure." The young men looked pleased, but Kyo looked heavy. Yuki frowned at him.

"Well, we've had a long day. I think it's time we headed home, Kyo," Yuki said lightly. He rose from his chair. Kyo looked grateful, though he quickly masked it as he bid his students goodbye. People went out of their way to touch Kyo on the arm or pat his back as they left the bar to flag down another cab.

"You're popular," Yuki said as the cool night breeze slapped his face. He hadn't felt the slight beer buzz he had until the fresh air stirred him from it.

"Yeah," Kyo said. "I guess so."

"I didn't know you could play or sing. You're really good. When did you start?" Yuki asked.

Kyo shrugged. "I never really started. It was just something I picked up. When I was a kid, my dad had a guitar. I wasn't supposed to mess with it, but I did. He'd toss me around when he caught me with it, but he never tried to hide it. Then after Mom—did what she did—and I went to live with Master, he had a few students who came to stay with us for a few months at a time, and one of them had a guitar, too."

Yuki nodded along, wincing slightly at the mention of Kyo's mother. Yuki would never forget that the woman had committed violent suicide and that Kyo's father had blamed him for it, but Yuki had filed it away in the back of his mind. From what Yuki could glean from Kyo's brief stories about his past, Kyo had loved his mother dearly. Tohru would be the second woman he loved to pass out of his life too soon.

On an impulse, Yuki slung an arm around Kyo's shoulders, pulling him close. He didn't know what else to do; he felt so miserable and couldn't begin to fathom what Kyo must be feeling.

Kyo didn't struggle away from him or even give him strange looks. His red head bowed and he breathed heavily. "On the day she dies, she asked me to sing her to sleep. I'm going to hold her and sing until she goes to sleep and never wakes up. I'll never sing again after that. I know I won't."

Yuki held his cousin tighter. "You'll find a new reason to."

Kyo shook his head. "I don't know."

"You don't have to know." I'll know for you. "Kyo?"

"Hn?"

"I'll help with The Rice Ball, but I don't want any money for it."

"Thank you," Kyo said. He raised his head, eyes glimmering in the streetlight they stood beneath. A cab approached and Kyo waved a hand at it. Yuki watched as the cab slowed and pulled to the curb.

Before Kyo could shrug Yuki's arm off and move toward the cab, Yuki put his other arm around him, hugging him briefly. "It's whatever for me too, Kyo. All you have to do is ask."

Adams, Bryan. "Heaven." Reckless. A&M, 1990. CD.

Goo Goo Dolls. "Slide." Dizzy Up the Girl. Warner Brothers/Wea, 1998. CD.

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