There's something to be said about prolonged denial. Mostly, that I can be pretty damn good at it when I'm inclined.
So let's just say that I'm inclined and move on to the non-monologue portion of my life, alright?
Jamie sat cross-legged under a tree, his copy of The Maltese Falcon in hand. Not that he was doing much reading. Instead, he stared
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