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In My Head | Vinnie O'Neill | Brassic
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Complete, First published Oct 01
Mature
Charley Callaghan has spent her life behind the bar at the Crow's Nest, pouring pints and keeping her head down while carrying the weight of an absent mum, a dad in prison, and anxiety that never lets her breathe easy. The last thing she wants is to get tangled up with Vinnie O'Neill and his crew of chaos merchants.

But when a brick smashes through her car window and Vinnie insists on "helping," Charley finds herself pulled into their world, one full of stolen motors, late-night schemes, and more laughter than she's felt in years.

What starts as chaos and forced proximity becomes something else entirely: two broken people recognising their cracks in each other. Vinnie's convinced his BPD makes him unlovable. Charley's terrified she'll turn out like her parents. Together, they might just prove themselves wrong, if the madness of Hawley doesn't swallow them first.
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