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âNah, theyâre fuckinâ good. No matter how much money I make from my books, Iâm obsessed with those noods.â They laughed, walking along beside her. Val could eat and eat and eat when they were high, and that was their plan tonight, definitely. Any time they spent with Harry, they were usually smoking. âThe world is our oyster!â Val echoed her with a laugh. âIâm so fuckinâ excited. No meetings tomorrow! An actual day off! Weâre goinâ HAM tonight, Harry!â
There was a distinct amount of comfort here. Like no matter where Harry went or what she might get up to, sheâd end up back here with Val. And that made her happy - she craved adventure and cheap thrills more often than not, but that didnât mean she didnât appreciate what she knew and adored. Especially when that meant staying up, smoking and eating her weight in takeout with one sweet author. âOh, fuck yeah! Tomorrowâs off for me too. Sâlike the stars have aligned for us.â














