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I think Pip is blowing his horn and... wait... not that horn... he's... awwww
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You know there's some overworked undead out there putting those back.
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Sounds about right for the real Dukes and Duchess's around here.
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After all the bouncing around, and years of email changes, and all kinds of messes. I sort of lost his email, and I would love to get back in contact with him, he's an old friend and yes... if you can help it would be appreciated
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I mean Simon is already married. Matt and Simon Bailey.
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3 more chapters to go.
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Chapter Eleven: My Big Fat Demonic Italian Wedding The Villa d'Este sprawled across the hills above Lake Como like a particularly smug cat who knew exactly how much it cost to maintain its marble columns. Torches flickered with green infernal flame along the driveway, casting long shadows across the procession of expensive cars and equally expensive demons. Somewhere inside, a string quartet was playing something that sounded classical until you listened closely and realized the n
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Ben's going through his metamorphosis, and Riley is doggedly determined. I don't know what it is at this stage, love is the wrong word. Riley's struggling, Ben is struggling... connection? Intimacy? Ben is a very... broken is not the right word... He's put together differently and Riley is doing what Riley does. Exist, and shine.
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The story is set mid to late '90's Blairite Britain, so Ben needed a birthday that fit
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This is 1997, things are very limited... and M-TV still played music
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Why do I have visions of a meticulous architectural model next to a listing Lego monstrosity
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Good Morning, Riley: 1,000,000 Posh Twat: 3421 now:
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Chapter Ten: Terms of Service The house was not a home. It was a sterile containment facility designed by a minimalist with a hatred for dust and deviation. For two days, Riley had existed within its perfect, silent geometry like a specimen in a museum display case. He sat at the long, polished island in the kitchen, staring into a bowl of organic, sugar-free muesli that resembled architecturally arranged sawdust. The silence was a physical presence, broken only by the sub-zero hum of
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Ben learning that people are not NPC's in some kind of game his brain has dreamt up, but are actually real... that would be a huge step for him. He justifies what he does because they're irrelevant, figments of his imagination... but Riley is becoming proof that this is not true, and Ben's going to hit that realization soon.
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His Daddy looks more fitting in the hat, more like someone who'd have a half-demon baby.
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Oh. no. he. didn't. Poor... poor... poor Georgio.
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Ben's the ultimate bad boy I can fix him boyfriend starter project?
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Chapter Ten: The Heisenberg Maneuver The Milan alley was cold, damp, and smelled faintly of espresso and regret—which was appropriate, given that they were currently standing in it trying to figure out how to rescue two kidnapped loved ones with approximately zero resources and a baby who kept trying to set fire to things. Taine had his phone out, mapping routes to Lake Como. Charlie was bouncing Cecil gently, trying to keep him calm after the transit hub chaos. Matt was lea
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Ben's building, what that means for Riley is anyone's guess. Ben's already got the poor lad dressed up like a schoolie and taking lessons.
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slowly cracking Ben's shell, but Riley's getting there. But refusing to be what Ben expects him to be, yet another construct running on Ben's expected programming. Ben is still a monster, but he's evolving.
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Riley's probably the first person, outside of Ben's family, to work out what is wrong with Ben
