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Brackie
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Aston sniffed at the news. So he'd seen him? Lovely. If that's all he had, well, time to get out. It's not like ginger, bitch, or Milo Taylor could provide anything useful. They seemed to be a rather dysfunctional group of losers anyway, no point in sticking

Oh, and look at that, more people decided to show up, how delightfully unwanted. Now, Aston wasn't a journalist or some crap like that, so she really, REALLY was not up for doing tiresome interviews of everyone she came across, especially when she had some perfectly apt information at hand.

Aston smirked a little at his wishes. Contempt didn't travel well hidden by him, he should probably get some acting lessons.

"Whatever."

Aston turned tail and strolled away.

Now...where to go?

North sounded nice at the moment.

((Aston Bennett continues in Cracking))
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I can't sing but I wrote you a song

Wrong notes but the melody's so clear

When I'm lost, I'm still close to gold

cause I found my treasure in you
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