Your melancholy life awaits you back home in Chicago and your ever worsening sickness, ah, what's the point? You stand looking down into Tokyo Bay from the Rainbow Bridge. It'd be so easy to just lean forward and fall, and you won't have to deal with it anymore. You feel a strange breeze and close your eyes and lean forward, but suddenly someone grabs you from behind at the last second, "HEY! Today isn't your day! If I have to be stuck here, so do you!" Says a sweet, soft voice from behind you.
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