𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

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the twinkie pulled up to the nursing home in which pope was already walking out of.

the door opened and pope sighed before entering the twinkie.

he got inside and when he sat down, he let out a deep exhale.

"so, how'd it go?" john b asked.

"shit just got way more personal." pope replied.

dove's lips parted and she squinted at him.

"i'm related to denmark tanny." pope shared.

they all looked around at each other.

pope was right.

shit was way more personal.














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"i still can't believe that you're related to denmark tanny." john b said.

the six friends had reconvened at the docks.

"are we in the presence of a royal?" john b raised his eyebrows.

"a king?" jj added.

he then got up and and pretended to put a crown on pope's head. "we shall crown him. all hail the lord of tannyhill."

they all started bowing to pope and dove giggled.

"relocate the cat's ass, question mark?" sarah asked.

"i'm with that." jj pointed to her.

"me too, i'm homeless." dove joked with a laugh.

john b gave her a serious look.

"how soon can we move in?" kie raised her eyebrows.

"'cause i have no place to stay. like dove said." jj added.

"bunk beds?" kie raised her eyebrows.

"bunk beds." jj agreed.

sarah turned to dove. "you want bunk beds too, dovie?"

"i'm in for bunk beds." dove agreed.

"alright. it's settled." sarah nodded.

"i just keep thinking about the letter, the one that limbrey sent." pope spoke up.

they all turned to look at him.

"it had the wheat symbol on it. that must mean it has something to do with the royal merchant." he continued.

"yeah, something seems fishy." jj added.

"but if we find that cross, we can split it like we were gonna split the gold.0 pope said.

"yeah, i'm with that." jj agreed.

"and live happily ever after?" a voucr asked.

they looked over to see an older blonde woman crutching her way over to them, a man behind her holding up an umbrella to cover the both of them.

pope went up to her.

"you assaulted my father."

the man pushed him back.

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