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It’s like she took two normal conspiracies and smashed them together into one awful, mutated frankenspiracy.”
Mason was kind. One of the most compassionate people she knew. But he was also enmeshed in the world of science. He wouldn’t—couldn’t—believe her.
“You’re keeping secrets. Also, you still don’t have a toaster and honestly it’s bordering on disgraceful at this point.”
“Harry wanted you to have these too.” I’m sure he didn’t. “He’s such a romantic like that.” He’s very much not.
LOL
Fewer witnesses will make it easier to disappear. Her subconscious seemed to know what she needed to do, so she trusted it and let it lead her towards the mountains.
Polly frowned as Harry, carrying the skull, followed Keira. “Where are you going?” “Occult rituals, Mother.” Harry’s voice, as always, was completely void of inflection. “I may not return. Or if I do, I will likely forever be changed.” “Well, all right then, have fun. Curfew’s at ten. Do you want me to make you some hot chocolate for when you get back?” Harry, already partway through the doorway, hesitated. “Yes.”
I laughed at this. Harry cracks me up.
