"Everyone deserves a second chance," said Harold, his arm resting casually on the shoulder of his friend. "Even you."
"I try my best." Jasfoup squeezed the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. "It just seems that everything I do comes out perfectly."
"Is that your fault, though?" Harold left his side long enough to pour a cup of tea. Tea was the British guarantee that nothing was as bad as it seemed. Even if it was as bad as it seemed, at least you had a
cup of tea to go with it. He spoke over his shoulder. "It's society's
fault really. If it wasn't for all the people surrounding you, you wouldn't
feel so pressured to do the right thing all the time."
"You're right." Jasfoup looked up, his eyes burning for the first time since he'd got the official reprimand. "It's your fault. All of it. If I wasn't with you I'd still be scratching records and
stealing your grandmother's false teeth out of the jar at night."
"That was you, was it?
"Of course it was me, Harold. I'm a demon."
The
Plot Thickens, Thursday:
A second chance
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