“Where is Beckett?” “He stayed at our parent’s place,” Tom explains. “Because he knew he’d wake to this.” Charlie lights a cigarette. “And this isn’t even the problem.” He looks back to me. “Luna’s fanfic was swiped.” I roll to a halt by the bookcase. “What?” “It was stolen, robbed, pilfered,” he clarifies. Thank you, not. “I know what swiped means.”
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