Hey-Want-A-Plum
Please just ignore the cover, my passion is writing, not graphic design
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You rose to your feet, leaning down to extend the handle on your suitcase and began to head to meet the others.
"Hey," Argyle bumped your shoulder one last time, falling into step next to you. "I meant it, when it happens it'll find a way to work itself out. Besides, if people hate him as much as you're leading on to then maybe the poor bastard needs you in his life."
Leave it to Argyle to be able to simultaneously make you feel better and panic even more. "Thanks Argyle"