***Please read Back in the Habit first**
“You don’t have to do this”, Tim yelled.
The two men stood, roughly twenty paces apart. The afternoon sun glimmered off of Tim’s sunglasses as the crowd of the town dispersed. With Westminster Abby to his back, the bearded man yelled, “This is the only way that it shall happen, comrade, dragging my carcass through the streets.” In a thick Russian accent.
All was silent aside from the shrieks of the few still dispersing town…
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