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Am I going to be thinking in apple metaphors for the rest of my life? I wondered.
“She’s not on your side anymore!” shouted another voice that I recognized—Demi.
Sloane must not have murdered her after all. That was a relief. I had not been looking forward to the paperwork.
Everything tastes like apples, and I’m not too happy about that.” Sloane laughed. “She’s still Henry.”
Demi’s eyes widened in sudden realization.
It was time to face the music, in more ways than one.
It wanted a Snow White? I’d give it a Snow White, and make it sorry.
Do it, urged the small voice of Snow. Let him think he’s won. Kings like to think they’ve won.
I was Henrietta Marchen, field agent, and fuck the narrative if it wanted me to be anything else.
Was I under arrest?
Was I going to disappear into that private warren of safe houses and sealed rooms where we kept the narratives that couldn’t be averted but couldn’t be trusted among the general population either?
Glass coffins take many forms, whispered a new voice, almost Snow, but not quite. Adrianna. I should have known that she’d be back to haunt me.
It was time to get this story started.
ATI Management Bureau.
Demi was compromised, and Birdie … Birdie was the enemy, and had apparently been the enemy for a long time.
The rest of us tended to wake up grumpy. She had the potential to wake up homicidal.
Swamp mallow
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“I love field trips,” said Andy. This time, I threw the stapler.
Eight years, and not even a Christmas card? We’ve had some pretty rough days ourselves.”
Let’s see if he suggests a duel at dawn.”
Some of us are being fucked right now, while you watch. At least you got out for a little while.”
“That was unnecessarily graphic,” murmured Jeff.
The making out was sort of an unexpected bonus.”
“Oh my God you are such a boy,” I groaned. “I thought you were freaking out or something.”
“To be fair, I sort of was. I just fo...
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monomyth.”
“I think my nose is bleeding. You have a mean right hook, snow-bitch.”
Monomyth, eat your heart out, I thought.
No matter what might be coming down the road ahead of us, this looked a hell of a lot like happily ever after.
Machete Squad
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