The time of your life

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Seven years have passed but I still can't believe he's gone. Mom took off, not long after, and the last I heard she'd gone off a cliff. Billie's here now. He helps me run the place and look after Jimmy and Mike. Jimmy's now five and Mike's three. Both as stubborn as the original Jimmy. Dear old St. Jimmy.

[GREEN'S POV]

I slipped through the pages of my new script. The Tale Of Dead Saints. Billie came in and looked at the manuscript over my shoulder.

"Babes?"

"Yeah?"

"How about you stop writing and come have some food? It's time for us to move on."

"Alright."

I slipped the paper back into its wallet and headed downstairs.

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