The Usual (Cemetery Mary fic)
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It's just another usual night in Blackwood, and the usual drunk bus passengers that have to be taken home.
Nice nights, these are.
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Two nights filled with confessions - some shared in darkness, others in the sluggish embrace of alcohol.
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