Topher Lydon
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You just described my Granny's house!!!
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You're the best guess so far.
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Morning, there. May Riley's tea sustain you all... And he would like to remind people that just because he's sort of in a truce Doesn't mean he don't win! 'Cause Riley wins!
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Chapter Fifteen: The Accord of Wolves The door to Flat 4B opened, spilling a wedge of buttery electric light and the thick, settled smell of stale tobacco and boy into the dim corridor. Deano stepped out, the sharp scent of his cheap aftershave cutting through the domestic fug. He paused on the threshold, adjusting the collar of his navy tracksuit with fastidious irritation. Around his neck, ludicrously incongruous against the shiny nylon, hung a striped polyester tie—maroon and grey, the co
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Briefcase was a late stage introduction to please @Summerabbacat
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Interesting theory
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At least one Alvin Katz gets to keep his boyfriend without Titan last of the War God's descending, or Gorean shock troops, a flotilla of Amsus, and a crazed AI hell bend on Xenocide crashing the party. I really, really, really need to wrap Doctor Kyr in more plot armour.
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purrrr-fection
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It's in the water
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Sure, in : Granny's Got another Plan.
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I wish that were untrue LOL
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It could also been seen at therapy for both of them, a rules based, take it out on me system. Except thing never do go to plan in that situation.
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They have that... unerring ability to cut each other to the bone with the right words. But at this point, they are the only two who really see each other. Finn Grady the Foster kid, Garrett Vickers the fallen Prince, 'Cept they both now know the truth. Fine line between hate and...
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The barbs between these two are epic, they have such I hate on for each other it's great watching them both unravel.
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I don't work anymore, so I have my days free, and a lot of these are pre-written, this one for example is fully complete. so I release two a day... supposedly, when the buttons work. One more action oriented in the morning and one more conventional (or in this case unconventional) love story around eleven my time.
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K so, I hit the button and publish the book. Hit the button... and it goes live, but the chapters aren't live... so I go an set the timer on the chapters, and hit save, and then I blink, and two chapters go live, and the timer is now set on Chapter two? Am I drunk? I swear all I have had is a sniff of an empty bottle....
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No, NO! I set the date and everything... I have it up on my screen... what... :: sighs :: I swear I have no... it isn't... Ok from here on out, I do solemnly swear to not touch the publish book button until the day of publishing. No timers, nope, they hate me. I am going to go and make myself a coffee.... Well, enjoy this one... I need coffee... and maybe I can eke some more baileys out of the bottle.
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### **Chapter Two: Paint Over Rust** **Finn** The Grady family bathroom was a shrine to aggressive wholesomeness. It smelled of lavender potpourri and Dove soap, a scent so clean it felt accusatory. The towels—fluffy, folded in precise thirds—were color-coded: blue for Walter, white for guests, and a sickly pastel yellow that had been deemed “Finn’s.” They hung with a military stiffness, as if daring anyone to disturb their order. The tiles were a soft, suffocating pink. The entire roo
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Chapter One: The Asset and the Liability **Garrett** The polyester didn’t breathe. It suffocated. Garrett sat inside the glass box of the dispatch office, the air conditioner humming a sterile, tooth-aching note that did nothing to cool the rash forming under his collar. The shirt was a pale, sickly yellow, issued by Vickers Supply & Haulage. It was a shirt of pure negation. Two sizes too small in the shoulders, straining against the constant, furious tension he carried there.
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Two broken boys, one collapsing town. Garrett was the golden-boy quarterback until his knee—and his future—shattered. Now he’s a secretary in a glass box, choking on resentment. Finn is the beautiful, feral foster kid hiding self-inflicted tattoos under mechanic’s coveralls, running from a past that won’t let go. They’re supposed to hate each other. In the greasy dark of an auto garage, hate gets confused. It’s messy, brutal, and the only thing that makes either of them feel alive. But in a place where everyone’s watching, their private war might just destroy them both.
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Thank you for reading. Please leave a review/recommendation on the title page (It REALLY helps me) And remember: winters end, love, real love, endures. And Granny always wins in the end.
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**Epilogue: The Deed and the Doilies** **One Year** The roses were showing off. That was the only way to describe it. The climbers Tabby had pruned with such surgical precision in the autumn were now rioting across the trellis in a violent, joyful explosion of crimson and cream. They smelled like honey and victory. Alvin stood on the porch, holding a mug of coffee (the espresso machine was now humming along happily with a new, high-grade grinder). He was wearing a t-
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