The Boy
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Dear Reader,
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x Beth
The Boy
The Boy drew a line at how many duels he was willing to tumble out of bed for. He had standards. One of those standards being the practice of taking a full night’s sleep one day in ten. It had become something of a religious ritual. The Boy had even commissioned a rather decadent pair of pajamas1 for the thrice monthly occasion. And so when Quality Jones arrived at the townhouse—The Boy being the only Reprobate who did not share a flat or take rooms in one of the gentlemen’s boarding houses on Traitors Road—to find The Boy preparing to retire for the night, he was put out.2 Not only was he put out, he was mildly concerned.3