NOT.ON.MY.WATCH!

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    They sit quietly for a moment, still pondering the strange coincidence about their mothers. I need to hold him. Gwen leans over and puts her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. He kisses her forehead, and notices a scar there, about an inch long, faint but there.
    “Where did u get this?” he pokes it with his finger.
    “I walked into the keuken-, keuken tafel, tabel when I was three,” she tells him. He laughs, and she protests, “I suppose u have no scars from something dumb u accidentally did as a...

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Okay, so I lied. The last chapter is not my last chapter. Tassja_G was supposed to finish us up, but real life has gotten in the way, so I once again have the honors.


Los Angeles
Present day
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    Arthur stares into the rear-view mirror, watching the motorcycle parked behind him, its lights flashing, as he sits on the shoulder of Los Angeles’ I-5.
    He sighs, watching the officer climb off the bike, remove his helm and set it on the zitplaats, stoel of his bike.
    Scratch that.
    He watches the officer...

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This is my last chapter for this work, so forgive me for the length. But it was necessary.

Seattle, WA, 1994
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MONDAY

“Arthur, u don’t even like coffee,” Merlin says, confused, following Arthur inside a small storefront coffee house. He looks around the place. It appears to have just opened for the day, as there are no customers yet and everything is spotless.

“You’re late,” they hear a smoky feminine voice say from somewhere behind the counter. “Usually you’re in before I’ve even turned the sign over. I was beginning to wonder if u were at home pagina sick or...

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I take full and unalloyed responsibility for the massive delay in this series. Life tackled me and we were moving across the country and I’m terribly disorganized and Baroness Morgana will punish me for a long time...wait...I lost my train of thought. Enjoy!

July 29th, 1981
The Wedding dag of Lady Diana Spencer and Charles, Prince of Wales
Tassja_G


“Gwennie! C’mon, it’s starting!”

Gwen glanced once meer at the stubbornly silent telephone before padding over to the living room

Why hasn’t he rung?

Her best mate Morgs was pouring out the tea.

“And my keuken-, keuken remains intact,”...