Spiritual Love Story

Wet, grey, miserable. The pounding of the rain on the small, dirty window behind me echoed the pounding in my skull. This would be the tenth day in a row that I had come to my office, sat at my desk, and done precisely nothing. I had no cases, no work, and soon, if this kept up, no money.
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We know who the murder is; it was my father. Celadon and Stella were involved with each other. Our father found out, and shot Celadon. Stella panicked, and helped him cover up the traces, but now she's worried that he's going to try to silence us, because we know too much. If we can gather the proof of his crime, then he'll be in jail, and he can't harm us.
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I assume that I will be the one feeding him this potion. I'm just wondering what I will get out of helping you. I mean, if I frame your father, I get enough money to pay the rent for the next few weeks. " That smile appeared again, the one that tied my stomach in knots. I wondered if Celadon knew the power that he had over me.
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Celadon had avoided the meeting, but had come to see me after. He and Franklyn were twins, after all; Franklyn was able to see him, although he refused to acknowledge him. Celadon was worried that if Franklyn knew that I could see ghosts, he might figure out our plan. I doubted Franklyn had the wits for it. Celadon was clearly the gifted one in that family.
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The position was awkward, but I didn't care, Celadon was kissing me back hungrily, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip. I opened my mouth, feeling his tongue press against mine. I tangled my fingers in his wet hair. He was wearing nothing but a towel slung loosely around his hips, and I had to fight the urge to whip it off and push him down on the bed.
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