(Song: Ghost of The Eastern Seaboard-The Stanfields.)

"Hey Freckles, sorry I didn't call sooner."

"It's okay, Yorkie. How are you?" Nova shut Princey's kitchen door behind him. The province had the habit of eavesdropping.

"I've been so tired. But I'm free tonight if you wanna do somethin'?"

"I'd love that." Nova chirped.

"Great. I'll pick you up at five."

Sorry guys. I almost forgot about this story. I'm gonna be busy for the next few days, what with my fucking stupid assed birthday and shit so I'll post two today to keep you octopied until then. Sorry. I might get a chappie in on my birthday but we'll see. Tuesday at the latest.

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