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Roger leaned his head against the window, watching the scenery blur as they sped past. He had no idea where they were at this point, and didn’t care to find out. Once Crystal had bundled him into the car like precious cargo Roger had checked out mentally, letting Crystal make the major decisions. It had been easy enough, letting himself be dragged into the flat Crystal and Ratty shared, watching with disinterest as Crystal threw clothes into a bag, ranting the whole time about how he had known it was a terrible idea; that they never listen to him when he’s right; how he’s going to give John and Miami and Freddie and Brian and that bitch of a doctor a piece of his mind when he sees them next. Roger didn’t have the energy to ask when that would be. From the size of Crystal’s luggage, it probably wouldn’t be for a while.
chapter 8: the taylor's honeymoon is finally, officially, live
