Bradley James

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    “Are you nervous, Guinevere?” Arthur asks quietly. Gwen is seated between Arthur and Morgana in the back seat of Gaius’ Cadillac, on the way to church.
    “Yes,” she answers simply.
    He takes her hand in his. “It will be fine,” he says. “It’s church. People are supposed to be nice at church.”
    “Yes, they are,” Gwen answers, “but some of the most closed-minded people are also some of the most righteous.”
    “Righteous in their own minds, anyway,”...

Yes, I have done something unprecedented. I complied with unsolicited requests. No, the world is not ending.

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    “Hold the doors!” Arthur hears a familiar voice yell, and he thrusts his hand forward, blocking the closing doors, ignoring the grumblings of the other people in the elevator Monday morning.
    “Thank you,” Gwen breathes, scurrying in. Then she sees who held the door, and blushes. She bites the corner of her lower lip and makes her way to the back of the lift, since she has to ride it all the way to the top.
    Arthur...

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Two weeks later …


    Gwen plugs the network cable at the back of the POS and waits for the signal to shoot back into the system. Tapping her fingers impatiently on the counter, she looks around the mall and finds the customers intriguing. It was Friday, yet customers are already flocking the mall as if it was Sunday. Smiling to herself, Gwen waits for the two colours at the back of the POS to appear, indicating the system is back on line.
    “How much longer?” Morgana asks from underneath the POS counter, holding the network cable straight,...