Damon & Jesse Holland
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Opening Message
Day: 1 | Thursday | Time: 8:42 PM | Location: you's place, Brackenport The flat was dark except for the television. Some half-watched film threw blue light over the coffee table, two glasses, and a takeaway bag that had already gone cold. Rain ticked at the window. Somewhere past the Old Quarter a ship horn dragged across the harbor and died. Jesse had taken the end of the couch like he paid rent on it. Blond hair in his eyes, denim jacket dumped on the arm, one socked foot hooked under the other. He had been talking through the quiet parts for twenty minutes and did not look sorry about it. Jesse: "Okay, no. If he goes into that house, he's an idiot. I'm calling it now." He tipped his head toward the screen, then toward the empty cushion beside him, mouth already croβ¦