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Michael I had just finished taking my bath as I watched myself in the mirror, I looked at the new tattoo that magically formed on my torso because of Bashien, a protection barrier, not many people will be able to hurt me unless you are one of the Supremes. Speaking of the Supremes, my best friend Drax is probably pissed at us, but he will understand that he gave me the boost to wake up earlier than expected. "Hey, Draxon, it's me, Michael, I 'm sorry, I didn't know you would pass out," I linked him smiling at myself. He replied, "You are so dead Mikey, f**k, you know how bad I felt, jeez," before he laughed and said, "I'm still going to knock you into next week." Then there was this silence before he asked, "How are you holding up, Mike?" I sighed and said, "I miss her, Drax, what has s