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The Only Way Bex Would Miss This Would Be If She Were Unconscious. And Tied Up. And In A Concrete Bunker. In Siberia.

First Time It's A Stranger. Second Time Its Just A Coincidence. Third Time It's A Tail

And Then, Despite Everything, I Smiled And Looked At The Note And Knew That Spring Would Come —it Always Does. So I Stared Out That Cold Window, Watching My Breath Collect On The Glass, Trying Not To Think About My Life After The Thaw.

The Bagshaws Aren't Boys. They're Bombs With Very Colorful Fuses.

Hiding Is For Amateurs.