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Chapter 22: Aiden
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2021-06-11 03:21:22There isn’t a nearby coffee-shop where I grew up. There isn’t a nearby anything, unless you count trees. The Shining River Pack house is actually a cluster of housing, storage buildings and workshops. The nearest town is twenty miles away, and it doesn’t have a coffee shop. It has a gas station with a coffee vending machine, and the coffee was never worth the journey.
Here in London, there seems to be a coffee shop, cafe or takeaway every twenty yards. I choose Al Cappuccino because it’s on one of the coupons I picked up at the Freshers’ Fair, and I only go in because I can get a pastry and a coffee for a pound if I use the coupon, but the cafe next door charges five pounds for a sandwich. A pastry and a coffee is not a good lunch, but beggars can’t be choosers and my first pay-cheque went on text books for college.
My injuries are almost healed, the last of them nearly gone, but the ones still left are at the itchy stage. Just one more stress on top of mystery vampi
Quidnunc13Hello my lovely readers! Last chapter I gave you a double-length chapter for Sarah. This time, here is a double-length chaoter for Aiden. The main part of tthis chapter is actually the scene I wrote first when beginning this novel. It has taken me twenty-two chapters (and a prologue) to reach its publication! Thank you for sticking around for the ride so far. Now the real story can get going!
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