A soulless puppet who survived by hitching everything he was to his dream, or so Jean had believed, until the day Kevin leaned in and asked to learn French. It was the first hint he still had a personality of his own, that some part of Kevin Day existed separate from Riko Moriyama. It was proof that surviving Evermore was possible. Jean simply had to let go and stop fighting.
“I would not be me without Edgar Allan,” Kevin said, returning Jeremy’s keys. “Everything I am and have today is because I grew up at Evermore.”
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Ters köşeleri seviyorsan, seni sonuna kadar merakta bırakacak 3 kitap önerisini keşfetmeye hazır ol!
THAT'S MY BOY!!!
Fuck USC and all their games past and present. Kevin Day was crossing Evermore's court with his racquet in his left hand.
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"My place is at Evermore," Jean agreed. "But you did not have to slit my throat on the way out."
No one walked away from Evermore.
Except Kevin.
Except Nathaniel.