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Also as I re-read this back the first time after editing months ago... The Pip-Charlie-Taine triangle. Pip's supposedly cool with it, but there's no escaping that he likes Charlie. And Taine is about as passionate as a limp lettuce leaf, sweet old man energy... hmmmm I wonder how that's going to turn out.
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Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe
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Not a badger, but still Binkie-esque
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Chapter Five: The Discovery Phase The morning of the home inspection dawned grey and threatening, as if the sky itself was bracing for impact. Simon had been awake since 4:37 AM. He knew the exact time because he'd been staring at his clock, running through mental checklists, and occasionally whispering updates to Lynix via the iPad that now occupied a permanent spot on the kitchen counter. His binder had expanded overnight—new tabs, new color-coded sections, a comprehensive
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you made me think of this song:
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He has to be thinking something like that... Riley was in the toilets... so Ben didn't do it there... Riley's thoughts are probably : "You are way freakier than I thought you were, wanking in the middle of a Little Chef!"
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Riley knows exactly what was on Ben's shoes.
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I am not cute!
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He understands gifts... transactions. But I think the whole interaction with Rick was him trying to reassert himself after he discovered he was "infected" I am a creature, look everyone, see, I'm scary... ! RAWR... what... why aren't you scared!
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Riley: 1 the Posh Wanker: 1 Technical Draw. Good morning. ☕
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The Anatomy of a Ghost The motorway service station was a cathedral of despair constructed from beige tiles and fluorescent strip lighting. It sat on the edge of the M61 like a purgatory for the weary, a limbo for bad decisions and weak bladders. It smelled of atomised frying oil, burnt coffee, petrol, and the damp, hopeless optimism of a claw machine that never paid out. Ben hated it on a spiritual level. He stood just inside the automatic doors, his long dark coat buttone
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there really needs to be a fire emoji in the comment like icons. 🔥
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Oh Cecil isn't going anywhere, not when his Pater has delicious ties, and his uncle is buying him a diablo... and Gam Gam has cookies
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He is neurodivergent, yes. He lacks any emotions, utterly none. He also suffers from solipsism syndrome A belief that only he is real, and that everything else is a figment of his imagination. Riley is a glitch in his matrix, one he does not understand in the slightest. Riley's utter chaos is confounding to our Monster.
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Ms Haversham would like a word!
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let's put the pieces on the table. She needs a lot of money (souls, a staggering amount) She isn't poor She requires her baby conveniently out of the way. And she's in Milan, fashion capital of the world, at a Spa, close to some of the most beautiful dress shops in the world. hmmmm
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My timeline might be a little messed up in this chapter... you can tell I wrote this one at 3am... without coffee
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The sports model:
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Chapter Four: My Cousin Pip The Hartley kitchen had become a war room once again, but this time the stakes were written in infernal script on smoking paper, and the enemy was a demoness in Milan who just wanted to go to brunch without her fire-breathing toddler. Taine had finally changed out of the sequined cardigan—mostly because Mrs. Hartley had taken pity on him and produced an actual shirt from somewhere, though it was aggressively floral and belonged to Mr. Hartley's go
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Ben can't hide behind his games and mystique with Riley. His biggest trick was convincing Kier that he was terrifying... terrifying doesn't hold up when the thing you are trying to terrify won't be...well... terrified. The next few chapters delve into Riley and why Riley is who he is.
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He's a particular type of lad that exists in England, we tend to refer to them as CHAV (Council Housed AND Violent) though Riley is about as violent as a chipmunk with it's cheeks full...
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Oh definitely, Riley is going to have a field day putting mucky fingerprints all over Ben's carefully curated life.
