Why is it I’m finding myself reluctant to harm one of my characters? Well, more than one of them, actually.
One of them is a real son of a bitch, too, and deserves his fate. The other one rather surprised me. He has a vicious, or at least mean, streak in him that I had not suspected until this morning when I sat down to write.
Ah, the joys of creativity!
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