Some Kind of HeroChapter 12
I woke in the morning, semi-glad to see that I was still Cooper James. The part of me that wanted to go back to being Harley Scoville had lost the argument long ago. The most convincing argument was the morning wood we'd been waking up with the past couple of days. There was a function long and sorely missed! Both sides of the coin would gladly settle for knowing why this had happened, even if we never learned how. Both sides also wondered what the hell we were going to be doing with our...