Topher Lydon
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There's a new monster who has learned from his master, and his master's master.
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Morning, a showdown in the rain. We are nearing the end of this one. oh and:
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The Kill Box The road unfurled north like a scar. Grey tarmac bleeding into grey sky, the relentless soaking drizzle that didn't fall so much as simply exist in the air, coating everything in a film of cold despair. The Audi A8 ate the miles with its usual predatory silence, but the atmosphere inside the cabin was different. Tighter. Charged with the static of approaching thunder. Riley sat in the passenger seat, his fingers tracing the edge of the dossier open on his lap.
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Isaiah might be fond of toes.
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there's a reason you're one of my favourite readers
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Mickey's three children are Jeremy 3, Arlo 5, and Dimitri 9
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What you need to ask is WHY, Dimitri is 9 years old, and Mickey is only 23, and you start to understand why Mickey might be as broken as he is.
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Remember this is set in 1997, the camera's would be very obvious if they were there.
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tell me about it, I am working on an extensive rewrite of the next chapter right now... and trying to decide somethings. Honestly I don't know how this one ends myself.
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Mickey is a sloppy drunk.... well he's a sloppy sober... um... wait... he's just sloppy period
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He sticks out like a sore thumb, at least this way the other Missionaries will overlook him, they see only the outfit and the badge. Creepy buggers. Full of Bee-juice.
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Chuckles some of you know I use an AI assistant for editing purposes, and sometimes it likes to get "imaginative" with my text... I like to refer to it as "My drunk intern" I've fixed the errors in the text, I think. Thanks for the patience.
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Welcome Home Traveller And meet crew member four, Dimitri Ryder.
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The Big City (It's Not) --- The white linen shirt itched. Dimitri Ryder had been wearing it for six hours—through morning prayers, through breakfast, through the first two hours of Primary—and the collar was rubbing a raw patch on the back of his neck. He resisted the urge to scratch. Scratching was a sign of impatience, and impatience was a sign of weakness, and weakness was a sign of insufficient faith. His mother had told him that. She told him a lot o
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There were numerous Jokes in the original Falcon Banner books about the illegal Comic books about the main characters that were loose in the universe. Figured Dimitri would be a Dr. Kyr fan. (Kyr is all kinds of awesome)
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'ello Darlin' fancy a gum-job?
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hahaha, yes I was editing this chapter this morning, and felt it was time that Riley called Ben out. Because in his weird way, Ben very much does.
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I like subverting characterizations. I am sure, somewhere, one of the minger's back of the bins behind the corner shop thinks Riley's evil.
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Riley got a Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag Good morning
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The Art of the Quiet Kill The morning of the execution was bright, cold, and offensively cheerful. The sun slanted through the high windows of the Didsbury house, illuminating dust motes that didn’t exist because Ben had already vacuumed at 5:00 AM. Riley sat at the kitchen island, wearing the ‘uniform’—charcoal trousers, white shirt, the black cardigan. On his wrist, the stolen Rolex Oyster Perpetual felt like a shackle of gold and steel. It was heavy, ostentatious, and entirely
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I do enjoy that they're both Gigantic cowards LOL
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Mickey was having none of the Haunted House in Space
