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Edited at March 30, 2026 09:38 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Jason's jaw tightened as he walked down the last steps, now visible to the both of them. He turned to the man. "Get the hell out of my house and don't come back." He walked towards the man, tall frame leaning over him. |
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Edited at March 30, 2026 09:38 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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"Last time I checked, this is also my house and my maid. If she wants you, she'll come to you." Jason took a step closer, looking at Esme to read her expression for any hurt or anger or pleading. |
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Edited at March 30, 2026 09:39 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Jason with one sudden movement smacked Bradley across the nose as they heard a sickening crack. Jason stood there, wiping the blood off his hand as he turned to Esme, his expression instantly softening. |
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Edited at March 30, 2026 09:39 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Jason let Esme run away, which was probably good, considering that Bradley continued to swing at Jason while holding his nose to stop the bleeding. Bradley eventually left, Jason scribbling a small note down and sliding it through Esme's door before walking away to wash the blood stains on his hands. |
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Edited at March 30, 2026 09:39 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Jason scrubbed the blood off his hands before realizing that his own lip was split as he held an ice cube gingerly to it. A lot had happened that evening, and he felt really sorry for Esme. This was definately not what he had meant for to happen. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
