A Confederacy Of Dunces Novels & Stories

Dante I walk up to a shuttered bodega. Pieces of the paper sign flap in the wind, declaring that I can get “sacks” and “dinks” inside. New York City flows around this abandoned piece of itself, not even glancing at it. Perfect. I slide into the alley beside it, unlock the chain on the back door, and step inside. Tony and Cal Duncan stand in the flickering light of the ex-backroom, now lined with knives, cattle prods, ropes, and any other torture instrument a Saint has come up with in the last decade.

"Ugh, now I’m curious. What could possibly be so shocking that I haven’t seen it before?" "You’ll see. Or… you won’t. Chicken." TCH. Chicken? Was Dana seriously trying to bait her? Please. Haunted houses don’t even scare her. "If you’re inviting me from the bottom of your heart, then of course I’ll come 💕💕" Two hearts emoji. Maximum sarcasm. Two weeks into his job, Damien still hadn’t adjusted to office life. He met up with his buddy Mark to vent. “I swear, man. I’m this close to dying from work-related trauma. My boss is out for blood.”

The drive back to the estate felt endless, suffocating in its silence; I sat in the backseat with my hands trembling in my lap, replaying everything that had just happened—the boutique, the men, the guns, the devastating truth. Luca was a king, a mafia king. I glanced at him sitting beside me, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes fixed on something beyond the windshield; he hadn't spoken a word since we left the boutique, and neither had I—what was there to say?

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beside me. I found this yesterday when I went out to get something ” she said and showed me front of the book which was written on it ” MAGIC AND POWERS ( how to control them ) “. ” I found something about a confessor inside ” she said and dropped the book on the bed. ” What about confessor ?” I asked. ” Well according to the book, they’re ancient order of women sworn to find the truth no matter how people may try to hide it ” she said. ” Does that mean I’m ancient? ” I asked and she burst into laughter. ” Alaina you’re funny ” she said and laughed again. I sighed and looked away from her. ” Apart from the ancient stuff what other things do confessor’s do, like what’s their ability and what