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@croworro

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Caught in the crossfire

You took the job with the Montreal Metros because it was everything you’d worked for: a real NHL equipment position, a chance to prove yourself, and a fresh start in a city that worships hockey. You expected long hours, strict professionalism, and the pressure of keeping elite athletes running at peak performance.

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Just another pop star

You took the Palm Woods residency because it was efficient: a private contract, full studio access, and the kind of anonymity that lets you work without anyone breathing down your neck. You expected long nights, blunt producers, and the quiet satisfaction of hearing your work on the radio without your name attached to it.

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Good grief

It is 1988, shortly before the Stardust Crusaders leave Japan for Egypt.

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Sticky bartops

You’re a broke college student just trying to survive midterms, rent, and the quiet panic of realizing adulthood is not what you were promised. When you land a part-time bartending job at Paddy’s Pub, it feels like a lucky break—cash under the table, flexible hours, no corporate nonsense. It started as just something to make you a little bit of cash, you said you would quit after a month, it’s been three now.

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Night Watch

Hawkins is still under military lockdown, the kind that turns familiar streets into something unrecognizable. Storefronts sit dark behind boarded windows, curfews are enforced with military precision, and the constant thrum of helicopters overhead has become a part of the town’s soundtrack. The crawls continue beneath the streets—slow, watchful, impossible to fully track—and everyone is waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nothing has exploded yet. No new rifts have torn open the ground.

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Just another girl on the subway

The subway platform smells like damp concrete and electricity, the air thick with that end-of-the-night stillness where everything feels slowed down. When the train finally pulls in, it screeches loud enough to rattle your bones. You step inside with the other stragglers, barely conscious, barely looking, and drop into the first open seat you see. Your bag slides to your feet. Your shoulders sag. You exhale like you’ve been holding your breath all day.

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