radio star

xiii. reckless

"Sakura, you've hardly touched your dinner," Fujitaka Kinomoto said, looking at her with concerned eyes. "Is everything all right? You usually can't eat enough."

Sakura glanced up from her plate, slightly surprised, before smiling at her father. "Everything's wonderful! I'm just excited to be here with all of my favorite people," she said before shoveling spaghetti into her mouth.

She felt Touya's eyes on her, and she dipped her head a bit lower so that she wouldn't have to meet his gaze. Right about now, she thought, he was probably exchanging a glance with Yukito. Nothing ever escaped them, much to her chagrin.

Touya had kept his word and set up a dinner with the family, picking their father up from Tomoeda and bringing him up to eat in Tokyo with them. It had been great to see them, but for Sakura, the timing was awful; it had been only two days since she'd gone to lunch with Syaoran, and it was all she could think about, even with her family around.

"You've lost some weight, Monster," Touya commented, spooning some of his own food onto Sakura's plate. "You're getting scrawny. Are they overworking you at that new job of yours?"

Sakura scowled. "For a government worker, you're not very diplomatic."

"I don't need to be. You wouldn't declare war on me," Touya retorted.

"Oh, yeah? Says who?"

Touya scoffed. "You'd be way outmatched—"

"I would not—"

"Sakura, if you're not too hungry, I'll gladly take some of your food," Yukito calmly interjected, earning a glower from Touya.

"Thanks, Yukito," Sakura said gratefully, handing her plate to him.

The other three watched in awe as Yukito proceeded to scarf down half the plate in a record three seconds and hand it back to her with a smile. Although her brother's partner was thin as a rail, he had always seemed to pack away the appetite of ten fully-grown, starving men. It had never failed to both impress and confound her.

"Well, now that that's settled," Yukito said with a grin, "when's dessert?"

"You know, Sakura, not that I ever mind talking to you, but you should give your brother a chance sometimes. He's just as easy to talk to as I am," Yukito said with a smile.

Sakura scoffed. "That's a lie. Maybe just for you, he is."

They strolled down the path of a park nearby her apartment, Yukito with his hands in his pockets and Sakura following Kero, who eagerly trotted ahead on his leash. Touya had dropped them off at her apartment and then gone to drive Fujitaka to the train station, leaving Sakura with optimal time to talk to Yukito alone.

Yukito laughed. "Well, I think he recognizes that."

Sakura looked over at him, lips pursed. "He did this on purpose, didn't he? Leaving us here like this."

Yukito nodded. "He knew something was wrong. He figured you wouldn't tell him."

Sakura bit her lip. "I don't want to hurt his feelings, but he'd probably explode if he knew. It's about a boy, you see..."

"Ah," Yukito said with a nod.

After Sakura's ex-boyfriend Isamu had ended things with her for good, everyone—from her friends to her family—had noticed a distinct change in her in the period immediately after, as she'd grown quiet and melancholy for some time. Worried, Touya had asked Yukito to talk to her when they were visiting for the holidays, and Sakura had told him everything. Of course, she knew that Yukito would inevitably tell Touya, and in a way, she preferred that—but Touya had reacted quite strongly. He'd been livid and incredibly protective, and although he had no way of enforcing it, he'd essentially told her that she was never allowed to date another boy again.

"I know you'll probably have to tell him about all of this, but...try to make it sound as best as possible, would you?"

"Of course," Yukito said. "Go on?"

"I mean... I guess to say that it's just about a boy would be oversimplifying it." Sakura felt dread in the pit of her stomach. "I... Well, you see, my job has been a little complicated—it's not really what it seems."

There was a long pause before Yukito spoke. "Is this something I probably shouldn't tell your brother after all?"

Sakura sighed. "I know you tell him everything, but it might be for the best if he didn't know this one little part..."

Yukito chuckled. "Your word is safe with me, Sakura."

"Thanks, Yukito." Sakura smiled gratefully. She let out a long exhale. "I...work for a tabloid right now. I know it sounds ridiculous," she added quickly at the slight raise of Yukito's eyebrows, which was a clear indicator of shock for someone whose cheerful expression rarely vanished, "but it's good work. They never make me do anything I don't want to do, and it's really been helping me get by. I hardly have to worry about money anymore."

"Sakura, do you think that's the best you can do, though? You have so much more potential than that."

"I know it's not the best," Sakura admitted, pausing on the walk as Kero wandered over to the edge of the path to inspect some flowers. "But it's a springboard. My boss said that he could get me in touch with people in magazine publication, and I really do think he'll keep his word."

Yukito mulled this over, and then he nodded. "Okay. I'm not sure how I feel about it—but I'm following you. Go on."

Sakura began to explain everything that had happened since she was hired—her friendships in the office, her introduction to the world of entertainment gossip, and meeting and befriending Syaoran Li. As she illustrated her world for the last few months to Yukito, he seemed to better understand why she was doing what she was doing and grew more responsive to her story. And, being Yukito, he understood the main point of all of this before she'd even laid it out for him.

"So, Sakura... Is your celebrity crush turning into something more?" he asked, stopping her in her tracks.

She looked over at him, scared for some reason, and felt slight relief when she saw that his expression was gentle—accepting, even. She really could tell him anything, she remembered, absurd as it was. "You know... I really think so. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. It's something I've been fighting against and losing to, and I don't really know how much longer I can keep it up. It's so out of control and unrealistic. But what am I supposed to do?"

"Well," Yukito said, a smile crossing his face, "first of all, I'm glad to hear that you're able to feel something for someone else again—no matter who he is."

Sakura stared for a moment in surprise, and then she felt a smile creep up onto her lips as well. "That's a silver lining if I've ever heard one."

Yukito laughed. "I live with Touya—it's my job to find silver linings. But secondly," he said, his voice more serious, "Don't intimidate yourself into thinking that someone is better than you just because of what he does. He might be a celebrity, Sakura, but he obviously values your company. There's something to be said about that. And there's no shame at all in having feelings for him. It sounds completely reasonable."

"Really?" Sakura squeaked. That was the last thing she'd expected to hear.

"Yes," Yukito responded, his eyes crinkling behind his glasses as his smile grew broader. "I suppose I can't say for certain since I've never watched you two interact—but if he wants you around so much, I'd say that you might be just as important to him as he is to his fans."

Sakura's eyes widened at that, and she felt a chill run up her spine as she thought about it. She'd always trusted Yukito. Even as gentle as he was, he never said anything he didn't mean. The thought of being someone important to Syaoran—who really was, as Yukito said, so very important to his fans, but moreover, very important to Sakura as well—made her heart thud painfully against her chest.

"I just can't imagine that that would be true," Sakura murmured.

Kero tugged impatiently on his leash, and the two began to walk again.

"Don't write off your own importance, Sakura. You're a very important person to a lot of people. Never forget that."

Sakura bit back a smile, a blush creeping to her cheeks. When she was a child, when Yukito and her brother had simply been very good friends, she had harbored an uncontrollable crush on him. On occasion, he reminded her of just why she'd liked him so much. "I won't. Thank you, Yukito."

Syaoran autographed a poster and handed it back to its owner with a smile. "Thanks for coming out today." He glanced behind her. "It looks like you were the last one in line?"

The girl looked back at him with wide eyes, clutching the poster to her chest. "Y-yes, I was," she squeaked.

"You must have waited a really long time."

The girl nodded. She looked like she might faint from excitement. "For three hours."

"Wow," Syaoran said, a grin on his lips. "That's a lot of dedication."

The girl smiled tentatively. "I-I'm just a really big fan, so..."

"Well," he stood. "I want to thank you for waiting for so long. It really means a lot to me," he said sincerely. "Would you want to get a picture?"

"Really?" the girl said, eyes nearly bulging out of her head. "You'd—you'd really do that?"

"Yes," Syaoran chuckled. "It's the least I can do. I feel bad that you had to wait."

And with that, he walked around the table, put his arm around the fan, who appeared to be near tears, and called someone over to take a Polaroid of them. As it developed, he signed the bottom of it and handed it to her.

"Really," he said. "Thank you for coming out today."

"No, thank you," the fan said, unable to contain her awe. "Thank you so much!"

Syaoran laughed as he watched the fan run off in excitement and then turned around to help the crew pack up the table. It had been a long autographing session, but Meiling had been right; he'd enjoyed himself. Things like this reminded him of the fans who had so loyally stood by him no matter what. It was a wonderful testament to why he stayed in what could, at times, seem like an entirely thankless business.

Meiling had not come out to the autograph signing, as she'd been busy with other activities, so he'd driven himself to the mall where it had taken place. Flanked by security, Syaoran walked down the back corridors of the mall towards his car, suddenly feeling exhausted. After he thanked the guards for their work, he sat in his car, and before he turned the key in the ignition, he sank back into his seat and shut his eyes, finally allowing himself to think about everything he'd been actively shutting out all day.

"You what?" Meiling asked, eyes wide. As much as she could have seen it coming, she hadn't actually expected him to say it.

"I like her," Syaoran repeated, more to himself than to her. He let out a long exhale. "Wow."

"'Wow'? 'Wow'? That's all you can say right now?" An edge of hysteria made its way into Meiling's laugh. "Syaoran, what the hell has gotten into you?"

"I mean, I didn't plan it—I'm just as surprised—"

"Oh, really?" Meiling snapped. "Because you know, you could've done an awful lot to prevent it from happening, like maybe not hanging out with her in the first place!"

Syaoran felt his frustration rising. "I told you already, we're friends."

"Yeah, well, you sure as hell seem to want more than that now—and that is not okay!"

"Do you think I wanted this, Meiling? I know it's ridiculous!" Syaoran finally shouted back, throwing his hands up in the air.

Meiling flinched back, and a look of regret crossed her face. "Sorry," she muttered. "I didn't mean to push it."

He sighed. "It's fine. I'm sorry for yelling."

"But... Syaoran... You know that what you're saying isn't possible, right?" Meiling said, her voice soft now.

"Yeah. I know." He ran a hand through his hair. "But what am I supposed to do? It's not like I can control this."

"I know," she responded, and she felt genuine pity for him. This was very much unlike him, to be so irrational in his desires—and so quick to fall for someone, for that matter—but she felt like Syaoran hardly ever asked for anything. It pained her that he'd found something he wanted only for it to be impossible to attain. "But you know you have to."

Syaoran didn't look at her as he traced the edges of his steering wheel with a finger. "Yeah."

Meiling pursed her lips. "What do you think you'll do?"

"I don't know."

"Do you think it'd be too much to cut her out for good?"

Syaoran swallowed, and the pause before he answered seemed incredibly long, even to him. "I don't think I could do that."

Meiling's eyebrows shot up. "Syaoran, you—"

"Meiling."

Meiling bit her lip.

"What I said earlier, about her being the only person who makes me feel normal... I meant that. I don't know what that feels like anymore unless she's around."

"Oh, Syaoran..."

"Oh, Christ, you're going to cry, are you?" He rolled his eyes, but his expression was still soft. "Look, I'm not a charity case and this isn't a sob story. You don't need to cry."

Meiling scowled even as she wiped at her eyes. "I haven't cried since I was twelve! I'm sure as hell not going to cry over you."

His lips curved up slightly into a grin. "I know you're worried. But just give me some time to figure this out. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep it a secret and I won't get any more involved than I am. Just...don't make me cut it off."

"What if I told you that you couldn't see her again anyway?" she asked stubbornly, but there was no threat in her voice.

"Honestly, I'd figure out a way to do it regardless."

Meiling sighed. That much was true. She knew it. She drew in a long breath, and then she let it out in an equally long sigh. "I can't believe this," she muttered. "Okay. Okay—you can keep seeing her. But the moment this goes to the tabloids—including the one she works for—it's over. You can never see her again."

Syaoran nodded. "I got it."

"And I've got one more condition—I want to meet her."

Syaoran raised an eyebrow. "You what?"

"You heard me. I want to meet her. Soon."

Syaoran pursed his lips, weighing his options. He knew he'd just won a very hard battle. It'd be hard to negotiate anything else. "Okay. Soon."

"Good. And Syaoran?"

"What? What else?"

"For the love of God, please be careful."

"I will."

The relief he'd felt when he got Meiling to agree with him had been so strong that it was almost painful. On one level, the dread he'd felt at the thought of having to cut things off with Sakura had disturbed him—but on another level, he hadn't been surprised at all. A part of him, he thought, had been long aware of this growing affection for her. But the lines were blurry—he didn't know where his addiction to the normalcy she brought him ended and where a true liking for who she was began.

He wanted to proceed as friends—he trusted himself to be able to do that much without landing himself in trouble. But it was rapidly becoming a bigger and bigger mess, particularly with Meiling in the picture, and all he could do at this point was hope that it wouldn't get any worse while he sorted it out.

"So, Sakura, are you ever going to tell me who this mystery man is?"

Sakura looked up from her computer screen and laughed uncomfortably. "What are you talking about?"

"You know, the guy who keeps calling you and taking you out to lunch and stuff!"

It had been several weeks since Syaoran had first interrupted Sakura's workday to come by and take her out, and despite the danger of getting caught on either side, it had become a habitual occurrence. Sakura wanted to kick herself for getting so careless.

"Oh, Chiharu, I—" Sakura felt herself fumbling for words. "I never said it was a boy who was taking me to lunch!"

Chiharu raised a brow as she leaned over her cubicle wall. "You never said it wasn't."

"Well—" Sakura nearly jumped when she felt her phone vibrating against her desk. She saw "Strange Man" appear on the screen for a brief moment before she covered the screen with her palm and picked the phone up hastily. "Sorry, Chiharu, I have to take this," she mumbled, and she headed out towards the hallway.

"That's him, isn't it?" Chiharu called after Sakura, a grin on her lips. "I'm going to find out who he is, Sakura!"

Sakura stepped out into the hall and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey."

"Hey," she sighed.

"You sound out of breath," Syaoran said, amused.

"Well, you keep calling me at work," Sakura muttered.

"Ah, right. I keep forgetting about that. Sorry."

"It's not a big deal," Sakura said, somewhat caught off guard by the apology. That was a first. "It doesn't get me in trouble or anything, but my coworker Chiharu keeps on asking what boy is taking me out to lunch and calling me all the time at work, and if she found out it was Syaoran Li, she'd probably flip."

Syaoran chuckled. "That ashamed of me, huh?"

"Oh, stop. You know that's not it."

"Well, sorry again. I was just calling to see what you're doing after work."

Sakura laughed. "We couldn't have communicated that through text?"

"You know I hate texting," Syaoran said, and Sakura imagined him pouting a little.

"All right, grandpa," Sakura said with a grin. "I don't think I'm up to too much today. Why, what's up?"

"I'm just doing a little studio work. It's unscheduled, so no one's going to be around. I was wondering if you wanted to drop by."

Sakura nodded, and then she forgot that Syaoran couldn't see her. She smiled at the thought of hearing him sing again. For how much time they spent together, she marveled at how infrequently she'd witnessed it. "Yeah, sure! That sounds like fun."

"Great. Meet me there around six?"

"Sounds good. I'll call you when I'm on the bus over."

"All right. I'll see you then."

Sakura smiled as she heard him hang up, and then she shook her head and bit her lip. She'd fallen deeper in these last few weeks in spite of all of the precautions she'd taken. Although she saw him more frequently than ever, it made her even happier each time now. She knew that this was trouble, and she knew it was coming to a head—but since it was, she found herself thinking somewhat recklessly, why shouldn't she go ahead and ride it out?

"So, this is a recording studio, huh?" Sakura said, eyes wandering as she followed Syaoran into the control room.

"You've never been in one before? You can sit over there," Syaoran said, pointing to a chair in front of the large, intricate control panel.

Sakura shook her head as she sat down. "I never had any reason to."

"Ah. Right. I forget sometimes..."

"What? That I'm not a fellow rock star?" Sakura teased.

"No, I just—" Syaoran laughed. "I'm surrounded by people in the business all the time, so I think you might actually be one of the few people I've met who's never been inside a recording studio."

Sakura pursed her lips. "Well, now I just feel weird."

"You shouldn't. You're the normal one here, trust me," Syaoran muttered as he began fiddling with the controls, moving switches up and down.

Sakura watched him from her seat. "That looks complicated."

"It's really not," Syaoran said, still looking at the controls. "Once you do it a couple of times, you get at least a rough idea of where everything is, how it affects the sound—even if you don't know anything about music."

He pointed to a switch to the left of the one he'd just moved and moved his finger as he named each switch. "Treble, bass, midrange... A bunch of the stuff over there adds external effects," he said, pointing to a panel to his left.

"Somehow, you haven't convinced me that it's so simple," Sakura laughed.

Syaoran grinned. "Well, there is one thing I'm going to need you to do while you're here... Do you think you can handle it?"

Sakura frowned. "I feel like I'd break that thing just by touching it."

"You'll be fine. All you have to do is hit this 'play' button and the 'record' button when I give you the okay," Syaoran said, pointing out the two buttons on the panel. "Could you do that much?"

Sakura bit her lip, but then she nodded. "Yeah, sure."

"Great."

He smiled at her, and Sakura felt her heartbeat speed up just a little. Although it was commonplace nowadays for them to laugh or grin around each other, it was a little less frequent for Syaoran to genuinely smile—to look like he was really happy, really where he wanted to be.

Sakura scooted her chair up as Syaoran walked into the studio and placed his headphones on his ears. "I've turned the sound on so you can hear me. You good?" he said to her through the window.

Sakura nodded.

"Okay. I'll count down—hit the buttons when I say so. Three, two, one."

Sakura pressed the two buttons that Syaoran had pointed out, and a warm, slow piano melody began playing softly through the speakers. She felt surprise, as she'd assumed he would be singing more up-tempo rock music like the song he'd sang her before.

But when he began to sing, his quiet voice surprised her even more. The roughness she'd always found so distinctive in it was still there, but it was subdued and almost sweet. The soft quality added a certain hesitance to his voice—like he was nervous, or maybe singing to someone who was falling asleep whom he didn't want to wake. It engulfed her, and she felt warm, as though she'd submerged herself in hot water on a cold day. She shut her eyes as she listened to the words.

"I wanted to tell you just this once

About this love that I just can't seem to hold back.

All this time, I've been looking your way

And just this once, I want to tell you everything."

The words, made even more delicately painful by the rough softness of Syaoran's voice, sent goosebumps up her arms, and she found herself wondering if Syaoran had written this song with Mizuki in mind. It was strange, she thought, but it didn't sound like a breakup song. It sounded more like a song about a hidden love.

Syaoran moved into the chorus, and Sakura liked that there was no grand sweep in the background music—the piano was as simple as ever, Syaoran's voice just barely swelling louder than it had before. It was befitting, a song that sounded like it was meant to stay relatively quiet the whole way through, somewhat like a lullaby.

Today, I want you.

Today, I want to hold you in my arms.

The more I hope for you,

My tears are falling

While your back is turned."

How pretty, Sakura thought, and despite the song's sadness, she felt so comforted by it, cocooned in it. She wondered if she could convince Syaoran to push the release of this particular song more quickly. She wanted to buy it so she could listen to it as she slept.

"Sakura?"

"Oh," Sakura said, opening her eyes, and she shook her head. "Hm?"

Syaoran chuckled. "You can stop the recording. The song's over."

"Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry," Sakura said, hurriedly clicking off the recorder. "Do you have to do it over because of me?"

Syaoran shook his head as he removed his headphones. "It was just a demo. And I can always cut out the end."

Sakura breathed a sigh of relief.

"Was it that boring?" he said as he walked back into the control room. "You looked like you were falling asleep over here."

"No, no, not at all!" Sakura said, shaking her head. She smiled, eyes crinkling. "It was really, really pretty."

Syaoran stared at her for a moment, and then he smiled back. "Well... I guess that's good."

To her embarrassment, Sakura felt a blush creep to her cheeks, and hurriedly, she turned away. She berated herself for being so ridiculous. When had she turned into a fifteen-year-old girl?

"I-is that song going to be on your new album?" she managed to ask, clearing her throat as Syaoran moved over to the control panel.

"Hopefully," he said. "It's kind of a new one. I haven't actually shown it to Matsura yet... I just wanted to give him a recorded version of at least the first verse and chorus so he'd be more open to it."

Sakura frowned, looking at him. "You don't think he'd like it?"

"I'm not sure. I can never tell with him. He's usually picky about my slow songs because they don't make up the majority of my work. He thinks they have to be special."

"Well, don't you think it's special?"

Syaoran raised a brow at her. "Of course I do. I wouldn't have written it or tried to push it onto the album if I didn't."

"Well, then, that should be all that matters. It's your album. If you like it, what does it matter that your boss doesn't?"

Syaoran grinned a little exasperatedly. "Well, he is my boss..."

"Still," Sakura responded, her brow furrowing. "Why should he get to dictate what you put on your album? You're the one trying to put a message out there. I told you before, if it's important to you, you deserve to have it on the album! I think it's special."

Syaoran looked over at her, a corner of his lips lifting again, and stayed like that for a moment, chin resting in his hand as he leaned his elbows onto his knees. Sakura flushed even harder, wondering what he was doing and what she should say.

Then, slowly, Syaoran reached out to ruffle her hair. "Thanks," he said softly. Without another word, he turned back to the control panel. He hit play, and his recording began to play through the speakers.

Sakura watched his back as the music began to float through the air once more. There was no hope now in removing the blush from her cheeks, as it had spread through her whole body, making her feel strange and a little lightheaded.

The music came to a stop as the demo finished, and Sakura heard Syaoran say her name through the speakers and her squeaky response from the end of the recording.

Syaoran looked over at her, brow raised, and as soon as he met her eyes, both of them began to laugh.

"Please cut that part out," Sakura giggled. "It sounds so silly."

"I don't know, I kind of like it," Syaoran said. "It adds a nice touch, don't you think? Maybe I'll ask Matsura to put this version on the album."

"No!" Sakura shouted, laughing and reaching out to hit him playfully. "You can't do that!"

Syaoran dodged her hands easily, ducking and grinning. "Why not? You could be famous."

Sakura bit her lip as their laughter began to die down and she realized how close they'd moved towards each other in their joking. She was only inches from his face, leaning forward on the edge of her seat; he mirrored her pose. It was suddenly very quiet in the room, and Sakura wondered vaguely why neither of them had moved.

The smile had faded from Syaoran's face now, and he was staring at her again with that intensity that made her want to look away and pull him closer all at once. What was he thinking right now?

Syaoran, what is this? What's going on?

"Say, Syaoran..." Sakura murmured.

"Yeah?"

"Who... Who was that song about?"

Syaoran raised his eyebrows, but he didn't move back from her. He stared at her for a long time, watching her, and Sakura might have imagined it, but she thought she could see a hint of his smile in his eyes once more. She suddenly felt a churning in her stomach, and she didn't know why, but she felt like he was about to tell her something very important.

"Well," he said quietly, "to be honest, Sakura—"

"Syaoran?"

Both of them looked up to see who was there, broken out of their trance, and somehow, Sakura recognized several things at once.

For one, Syaoran looked more shocked than Sakura had ever seen him; he had become visibly pale within a matter of seconds, and his expression reminded her distinctly of when she'd fallen off of a swing as a child and felt all of the breath go out of her lungs.

For another, Sakura couldn't be certain, as she was still a novice in pop culture, but if she'd done her research right—and considering Syaoran's reaction—the female standing in the doorway, with her long, wavy ash-blonde hair gathered in a loose, thick braid and sparkling green eyes framed by those curls, could be none other than—

"Mizuki," Syaoran finally said. "What are you doing here?"

That's it! Okay, first off, I'm so sorry for not updating sooner! It's the same old excuse, but I think school is pretty much always going to rule my life until I get a job. It's my last year of college, and I'm working on trying to get into law school, so this semester has been complete and utter hell in terms of time and stress. I wrote this chapter intermittently throughout, but I never seemed to have enough time or energy or motivation or ideas to finish it all in a few long bouts. But on the bright side, a third of chapter fourteen is written already, and I have a whole month of break to work on a couple more!

Secondly, I am also sorry for the cliffhanger, haha. It felt like a bit of a cheap shot to end yet another chapter with mysterious Mizuki, but to be fair, I was going to include more and decided the chapter would just get way too long. But now you'll learn more about her! (I'm not sure if you guys even want that, but on the bright side, it'll progress the storyline!)

Thirdly, the song used in this chapter is another Korean song called "Today" by Sung Joon. It's from the OST of a Korean drama called Shut Up Flower Boy Band. (Crazy title, excellent drama.) I tried to actually describe it the way it sounds in real life, because I think it really suits Syaoran's persona and voice. If you'd like to hear how it sounds, I recommend YouTubing it and listening to it while you read that scene!

And finally, thank you all so much for the reviews. I always marvel at how many you all send me and how sweet they are. I love hearing what you guys like (and don't like!) about this story, and it really just gives me a new perspective through which I can see my writing, which is both helpful in terms of improvement and my confidence in my abilities.

Happy holidays, everyone. Please leave me a review, and PM me if you have any questions at all!

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