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Harris in the text isn't wrong :
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Granny Highmore is probably knitting Tommy a family maple leaf sweater, looking over her glasses, making passing comments about the Occupation Authority, all the while enjoying every second of Will's suffering. The 'I told you about Highmore men' hanging in the air, as she sits smugly.
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hahaha I mean wow... poor Will, desperately trying to turn a blind eye to the two Walking neon signs of teenage hormones. Now he knows what Andrew's mother went through.
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I just enjoy the not-so-secret but totally a secret relationship, that everyone knows about, and is part of the campaign strategy.... that the two boys in question still think is a secret. Ahh to be fourteen and dumb
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Trick of the light... yes and totally not an error... you just need to pump up the Red in your colour balance thing... And yes Finn is a red head. Story over art, just.... squint
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Tomorrow : Peter and the Wolf. Peter Harding being far braver than a short, thermonuclear mushroom has a right to be
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I'm up see, upright... yes... now where's the coffee?
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CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE ARTICLE FOUR QUESTION Location: Democratic National Committee Headquarters, South Capitol Street, Washington D.C. Time: Early June 2023. 07:30 EST. Status: Panic Control. The DNC’s “War Room” smelled of burnt coffee, stale bagels, and the acrid scent of impending electoral doom. The air conditioning hummed a futile battle against the collective body heat of sheer panic. On the main wall of screens, the polling aggregates from the “Blue Wall” states bled a sic
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Ever bastard will get his due.
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Just to be clear, Andrew's not going on that small boat, there is no way he'd be allowed to. He's far too important to risk on that kind of mission. The idea from me, is that he's sending a team, to then hand a package all the way across Canada to eventually reach West, and from there to Will.
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And it was SIGNED by the Former President that now wants to argue it. It's a rather fun little thing.
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Oliver, I think doesn't see or understand the true frame of his brother. He is an example of book smart, people dumb. Tarquin manipulates him through this blindness
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Look over there, Orel and Finn...
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indeed. I am contemplating what to write next... half tempted to write about Axl, his dad, and a bank robbery. Still need to figure out a love interest... I do need to write about a pizza boy... you know, it's gay writer bingo.
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I am penning the Epilogue now. 23 Chapters total.
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We at Orel-Wish Inc accept no responsibility for potential side-effects resulting from other people's criminal activities. We do, however, encourage after-dark social events with a man named Bubba, who is all too eagre to speed date.
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I do apologize to all #TeamOliver fans. #TeamOrel kinda has an unfair advantage.
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Funny you should say that, Orel is a powerful magical being, and he's about to prove it. (Disclaimer: Orel magic is not actually magic, any and all displays of power are 100% concentrated power of will, side effects may include humiliation, bruised ego, and possible prison terms)
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The real battle is about to begin, I also hope the "Tarquin Plan" for controlling Orel, and why Oliver couldn't just take Orel and leave is now clear.
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Well Orel does own the reservoir, and he's an awfully powerful when it comes to wish magic, his opinion on why Merrickville is the way it is is either adorkable, or a very powerful bit of Orel Magic.
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Orel makes his claim. Finn is his Finn, always has been, always will
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CHAPTER SEVEN: THE RECLAIMING OF THE DARK The East Gate The old east gate of the Merrick estate was a rusted iron mouth swallowed by overgrowth. It hadn’t been opened in years; the padlock was a fused lump of corrosion, and the hinges were buried under a decade of ivy. It was the perfect place for ghosts to meet. Finn leaned against the cold stone of the gatepost, hidden in the shadows of the tree line. The night was crisp, the sky a vast, indifferent scattering of stars. He checke
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