Prologue

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𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨, 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚
𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩, 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙨
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚
𝙏𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩, 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡
𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚

𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨, 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩, 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙨𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙏𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩, 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙡𝙞...

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"Your here."
"Of course I'm here, Addison. Archer has worms, in his brain! You seriously think I'm gonna miss the chance to see him stoned and get enough blackmail. Plus, I kinda work here."
"Well, go, and buy us coffees, here buy yourself a donut."
"Thanks sis."

𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚
𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚
𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚
𝙏𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩

"Hi, may I please have one iced vanilla latte, and a dozen double chocolate donuts?"
"Coming right up."
"$12.34 please."
"I got this one."
"Thanks pretty face."

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙜𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚
𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙
𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚-𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙚'𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣
𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙
'𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙

"But why did you pay for my stuff?"
"Because I'm not the only pretty one here. And I thought I could soften you up for when I asked if you wanted to get a drink with me some night?"
"Andrea."
"Jackson."


𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙒𝙚...

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𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚
𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚
𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚
𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚
𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚
𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙮
𝙏𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩

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