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Good morning. one more to go.
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Chapter Twenty: The King of Spades The air in Harrisons Department Store was a conditioned tomb, smelling of polished brass, new carpet, and the cloying, desperate sweetness of a hundred sampled perfumes. It was a cathedral of false wants, and today, Kieran Varys was its dark priest, moving through the nave with a purpose that had nothing to do with purchase. He moved like he was haunting the place. He didn't see the glittering counters of Cosmetics, the rainbow chaos of the Scarf Hal
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oompa oompa
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You had me spit my cup of tea across my desk. Aka, you are, at times, the funniest commenter I have come across. Thank you for the laughs
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So to give scale of Carter's Campaign: It is currently 30 chapters 146000 words We are at October 15th of 2024 I still need to finish West/Peter's subplot I need to finish Andrew's plot And I need to write the election itself and the reality of what unfolds. I am still undecided on how it will all play out. It's... a brawl. Much like the real 2024 election was.
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Don't call him Shirley. And Will's on his own as a parent in much of this one.
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She can, but we all know that involves a razor, someone's testicles, and a malicious cackle.
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Well let's see how long their arrangement actually lasts until Garrett has the other half of his epiphany.
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Go meet Peter, who is a fan favourite character. Our little vibrating blonde mushroom of rage.
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Yes, they are rather bemused by the whole look the other way, attitude in the house. Poor Will has to have a rather awkward conversation at one point.
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Tommy has a very firm grasp on his boyfriend, and if he screws up, Tommy will squeeze.
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Well, that's one half of the Epiphany... now Kyle's in trouble. You can't leave feelings out of something you've already gone and lost them to
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Chapter Seven: The Rebound and the Retreat The garage was a tomb of orderly silence, broken only by the rhythmic hiss-thump of the air compressor, a mechanical lung breathing for the still machines. Finn wasn't just working; he was conducting an exorcism by torque wrench. He was under the hood of a '04 Tacoma, attacking a seized alternator bolt as if it had personally offended his ancestors. His knuckles were bloodless claws around the breaker bar, his jaw clenched so tight his templ
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It is a rather tubby one book... still... at the moment... it's a fat one... um... I might or might not be adding to it rather obsessively... working in the West/Peter subplot so it's growing.
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Andrew vs the Major, a running theme for Will's mental health, his soul, and his freedom. They crackle when they square off, it is enjoyable to watch.
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Riley has every right to tease that hypocrite. At least Riley was honest about it.
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After this one, Carter's Campaign because everyone is asking for it. It's nearly done, Chapter 26 so far.
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Careful, Garrett might eat it
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I actually... mind reader! I kind of had the same thought. Poor Garrett, it's not his fault... (It is his fault, totally his fault) But he'll figure it out, might take Kyle wanging him around the head with a coffee pot, but he'll get there.
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Oh someone's about to get fucked all right. This will not be over quickly, you will not enjoy this, I am not your queen.
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Good morning. Things come round at last. Two remaining chapters.
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Chapter Nineteen: The Bluebeard of Blake House Dyson was gone. His house collapsing, the wolf had run. His patch was a vacuum, and Deano had come over in the night to inform Kier that there was a noticeable void where the terror of Blackwood had been. Rumour had it one of his men had dobbed him in to ease their own sentence. Throw the boss to the ravenous police and see their own charges diminish. Tale as old as time; snitching was less an art form and more an inevitability. In Kie
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only one person wins this game
