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“What day is it?” Derek demanded.“What?”
“The day! What day is today?!” Derek let Stiles go, but only so he could reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. He tapped at the home screen, and then went so perfectly still that Stiles was pretty sure this guy wasn’t human. No human could stand that still.
When it was clear Derek wasn’t going to move again without some prompting, Stiles said, “It’s Wednesday.”
“That’s impossible,” Derek whispered.
“Not really, it comes around every seven days.”
“This is impossible,” Derek said again, looking around himself, as if he was searching for something.
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Dear Andrew Doe,
I am not picking one of the pen pals that’s in California or whatever. I am going to write a fake name and a fake address and send this letter to a fake person. The teacher won’t let me leave until I send this to someone.
Bye
Alex*
Neil Josten sent fake letters to Andrew Doe for years, thinking they disappeared into the void.
Andrew Minyard received every single one.
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Neil was at a bus station, sprawled on the benches and staring at the ceiling, zoning out to the poorly tuned radio station and ignoring his throbbing body, battered and bruised, when he heard a voice inside him say I don’t like this song.
Neil closed his eyes. “You don’t like anything,” he replied, but Andrew didn’t think Neil was real, so he never stuck around when Neil talked back.
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12 Jul 2026
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É um plot tão bom que merecia mais, porém continua perfeito
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eat the rich by bazookajo94 for IrishZombieGirl
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
19 Nov 2020
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A group of amateur thieves kidnap a senator’s son to ransom him for money. The senator’s son doesn’t want to go back.
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“Are these padded cuffs?” Neil asked, his voice raspy, his throat dry. He tugged on his wrists and winced when they chafed against his recent wounds from Lola.
“They’re Nicky’s,” someone answered him—a woman.
“Fox Seven! Use the code names!”
“Sorry. I’ve never kidnapped someone and ransomed them for money before.”
“I’ve been kidnapped?” Neil asked.
“What did you think was happening?”
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