Ransom beat the wrap...so to speak. He's out of prison after almost four years to find himself close to broke and with no family, except for the daughter of his nanny who loved and raised him. It's definitely a new world. When a previously undiscove...
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(Warning: Adult Content in this Chapter)
Clockwork Orange was definitely making headway today. We had a facepainting and temporary tattoo booth. And Amaira, bless her, I paid her to make mini tea and cocoa in 2 ounce cups. Since they were free, everyone appreciated that.
I was dressed as a teen wolf. I'm wearing a varsity jacket, jeans, fangs and contacts. And watching Lady just run around in a poodle skirt and ponytail has me wanting to get in a back seat with her somewhere.
"Hey, preppy."
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"Hey."
I turn to see Sy, who is dressed as some sort of Midieval Age man. Of course Amaira is dressed as his wife, and he Is no better than I am in the wanting to toss up skirts department-it's in his eyes. "Hey."
"An ex-con dressed as Captain America?" he gives a chuckle, elbowing me.
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"It was his dark period."
"Uh-huh."
"Thanks," I nod. "Thanks for coming."
"It's good idea, good thing," Sy nods. "You said earlier you want to talk to me about something?"
"Well, yeah," I suddenly feel nervous. I open my phone and show him a small storefront.
"Yeah, I know this place," Sy says, frowning over the pics. "Didn't this used to be a coffee shop?"
"Yeah, but I was thinking of something different," I tell him. "Your wife makes such good pastries and sandwiches and tea and cocoa and—"
