Wow, such an exquisite poem... As I mentioned at one point in the comment, my red herrings fly wild, lol! And there's got to be one champion, and his name is Rybalt! We won't talk about his real identity just yet... I mean, what's real, anyway?
Thank you for recognizing my genius! Just joking. But it is actually a pleasure of mine to explore different characters opposing each other, to emphasize their differences. Connor will continue to make your blood boil, and that's a promise!
Oh, you're right about one thing, Connor has things to hide. I won't give any spoilers, but I will say that help might come from the least expected source.
Slicky is far from done, and that I can say, hand on heart! Connor is getting bolder... and I agree. The Dean will actually make an appearance in the story, so you can all judge his character yourselves. The game will continue for as long as they can keep it up!
Puuurfect puns are my goals in life! Jokes aside, Rusty's pretty intelligent when he puts his mind to work. He just likes playing dumb at times, but I admit that Matty's influence is pure gold!
Ew, like totally ew, so no! Funny, though, how many people thought that... and it wasn't even my intention, lol! Sometimes, I throw red herrings in the air, and where they land, they land.
Chapter Thirty-Seven – What Talk Of Peace?
There was something hammering against his eardrums and, at first, he thought he had to be dreaming still. No, it wasn’t some dream involving a lot of noise; the ruckus was coming from outside, and although his window faced the back of the house, there seemed to be some sort of pandemonium happening not too far away. Rusty groaned and opened his eyes. He was so not a morning person, and especially after indulging in so much action with his baby dude
Chapter Three – Serious Business
The merchandising opportunity had fallen through. Not that it had been that much of an opportunity, Otis thought as he began calculating his ins and outs, seeing how the people who were supposed to give him work rarely called him. One of them had commented on his looking like he couldn’t lift a box if his life depended on it, and that had hurt because it wasn’t true. Maybe he wasn’t fit for heavy lifting, but surely he could lift a box. Or even two.
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