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Note: I am in Coventry today for surgery, so I set the next chapter on a timer (I have never had much luck with them working properly for me, so if there is a mistake I will get to it when I am home)
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It's secret man creamer
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No it's a me thing, I am old, sleepy, and distracted and miscounted chapters... I was rereading this chapter and thinking to myself "This isn't right, this isn't how this book ends... (Bear in mind I wrote this Last summer and the nature of my writing means I tend to forget some of what I have written as I move on rapidly.) And I opened the folder and realized two more chapters were sitting there and... yep... I was senile.
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The gravel pit was supposed to show how they are doing this... but I feel you, the chapter does feel a bit out of synch. Nature of flash back sequences in a chapter. I'll try to keep things linear from now on. I was trying something, and it doesn't quite work. Shame.
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You're going to laugh at me, but there are two more chapters to this... It is far too early in the morning and I mis counted... um... ignore the status... next chapter tomorrow :: sheepish look of exhaustion:: I have surgery today so I've been distracted.
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Sorry I missed that there are two more chapters... um, forgive me, yes two more to go... sorry I am distracted.
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Chapter 20: The Break-Up The first sensation was the taste of blood. Not real blood, but the phantom metallic tang of it, coating his tongue like a premonition. The second was the silence. It was a physical weight, pressing down on the locked handicap stall, so profound it seemed to swallow the sound of his own ragged breathing and the frantic, rabbit-quick pulse of Ben beside him. Tim Chen sat on the cold tile floor of the second-floor boys’ bathroom, the Blue Archivist lapt
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Matt is the one normal guy out of the bunch. Every monster hunting team needs a Stiles.
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Something I am working on.
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UK, age of consent is 16. I mean good luck if you have the stamina to keep up... I'll sit back here in my rocker and say "hell no"
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at this rate it'll never vote Reform again
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Mr. Ellis is VERY protective over his perpetual misery machine. It will feed him for an eternity.
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As ever, thank you for reading my work. The 'Charlie vs' books are some new work, written more for a good laugh, and I appreciate that they are being enjoyed. There are two more written and will be added when time slots allow. Again, thanks!
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Taine and the Hartley's are a favoured source of misery/food for Mr. Ellis. He is not about to allow some half-baked Purple haired love witch turned 3rd rate fertility demi-god to ruin his T-bone steak of despair.
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It's a bit like Charlie's Angels... whenever the ratings dipper, or Sweeps came up... Bammo Mission to the beach in Bikinis... they knew their audience.
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17, by the way, is intentional. Not for this book, but eventually. Everything is 17.
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I mean when *last* we saw that particular Pendant it was in a certain demon's hands. hmmmm
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Chapter Seven: The Goddess of Leamington Spa The church doors slammed open with a sound like thunder. Taine led the charge, Tyler at his shoulder, Charlie and Lilith flanking, Matt and Simon bringing up the rear with Chloe and Gregory bringing up the very rear, Gregory clutching his volume of Byron like a talisman. They moved through the nave with practiced precision, six months of demon-hunting experience making their footfalls nearly silent despite the urgency. The i
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The Golden A-hole goes to: Justin Miller for best actor in everything but the *ahem* fun bit, where he wasn't acting.
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Chapter 19: The Scholar's Heart The car ride to the State Finals was a mobile tomb, but the body inside was not dead—it was a sleeper agent, waiting for a signal to detonate. Silence, thick and tactical, pressed in from all sides, a stark contrast to the roaring static of their last CB radio conversation. Justin drove the battered ford pickup, his knuckles a bloodless white on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the highway stretching into a gray, indifferent horizon. In the passe
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Love Potion? That's a typical day at your average Secondary School in Warwickshire
