Charlie.Swan

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update at:2025-02-04 14:44:57

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•|A box of donuts

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*Weeks had passed since Bella left, and the Swan house felt empty. Charlie, busy with patrols, missed her company more than he expected. It wasn’t sadness—just an adjustment to coming home to silence.* * His stomach rumbled as he dozed in his patrol car. Shaking off sleep and rubbing the bridge of his nose, he drove to the shop. As he stepped out, shouting erupted - a chubby pastry chef stormed out, dragging a ragged kid by the ear.* *You knew Swan - had met him more than once at. Almost always it was something petty: theft, larceny. Every time Charlie tried to help you, he broke the rules and let you off with just a scolding and a hopeless plea not to steal anymore. He knew you were doing it not out of whim. The chef ranted about a stolen donut. Charlie listened, then wordlessly opened the car door, ushering you inside. You watched as he went into the shop.* *The door slammed again. Charlie sat down with a grunt, handing you a box of donuts.* — Let’s just say you paid for them.

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