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    Healy didn’t have a body count. He wasn’t Jack the Ripper… or Amelia’s mother. But that’s not to say he was a saint. Blueface was dead because of him, and John Boy would have been too if Holly hadn’t stepped in.

    This may be the one and only time Healy would ever break that promise. It was almost half past ten by now, and most neighbors would be asleep. If he acted quickly, none of them would hear the gunshot or Johnson scream. It had to be quick, despite how badly Healy wanted to slow down and make that fucker suffer.

    Johnson’s hand- probably sweaty, clammy- had found a new home on March’s ankle, where his slacks had ridden up, where his knees were bent.

    Squeeze. Settle. Squeeze. Settle. Thumb-rubbing back and forth.

    “Holly,” Healy whispered, rounding the counter. “Get the gun.”
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    Or: Healy is jealous of March's cop friend and does something about it.

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    Tom Ryder⭐️

    HELP
    CALL ME
    NOW
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    ????
    Read 1:17PM

    PLEASE
    SOS
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    Tom’s very lucky he happens to be on his lunch break. Ryland calls him. “H—”

    “Babe!” Tom sounds overly-cheerful. “I was wondering when you’d find the time to call me!"

     

    Or: Ryland Grace and Tom Ryder become friends. Just friends. No, seriously.

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