#queeniemoody

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Queenie: Promise you’ll make it up to me?

Jonah: Promise.

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As evening set in, Harvey and Queenie gathered around the fire. 

More townsfolk had moved to the site, and the air felt warm and inviting with the promise of -for once- a harmonious evening. 

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And they all lived happily ever after...at least for the most part.

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Ricky: Um...Miss Moody? 

Queenie: Yes?

Ricky: Excuse the observation, but you look upset. May I sit?

Queenie: Oh...yes. I suppose so. 

That’s how it started.

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Harvey: Oh, I...woah. That’s umm...that’s not what I meant.

Queenie: ...I’m so embarrassed. I’m sorry, I just thought-

Harvey: Listen, Queenie. You’re beautiful and brilliant, but...but my heart is somewhere else. It’s just...it’s complicated. 

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Harvey: Oh, hey! It’s Ricky!

Queenie: You know him?

Harvey: Uhhh...no...not really. Met him once, a lifetime ago. He wouldn’t remember me.

Queenie: ...oh...well, maybe I should say hello. I’ve always thought he looks nice.

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Later...

Queenie: Where were you? I sat there for an hour, Jonah!

Jonah: I’m sorry, babe. I forgot!

Queenie: You forgot?

Jonah: Yes! I had so much on my mind with the gig...and I forgot.