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“It would be ideal if I didn’t have to… participate, too much. I don’t want to feel like I'm acting. Or putting on a show. But you could call me whenever you wanted, and you could just…” Mel gestured vaguely to her lap, pleased with herself. “You could just use me.”
Dr. Langdon put his forehead on the steering wheel. “Oh my god,” he muttered. “I am going straight to hell.”
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- Part 1 of Homespun Kingdon Sampler
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05 Jul 2026
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Mel, 3:42pm
I need help.
Outgoing text, 3:42pm
Is it not going well?
Mel, 3:42pm
No.
We’re only 10 minutes in and they’re already taking a break.
The attorney needed to take a call.
Outgoing text, 3:42pm
Can you meet me in the stairwell on the West side?
I’ll be quick
Mel, 3:43pm
Please.
I have until 4.
Outgoing text, 3:43pm
I’ll be right there baby.
Or, a missing scene from 2x09.
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04 Jul 2026
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“Good,” he swallows. “I only want to do this to you too.”
She can still feel his wedding ring digging into her breast.
“Really?”
or: mel reaches out to langdon while he's in rehab.
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04 Jul 2026
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Dr. Melissa King was rarely the villain in anyone’s story.
She was immediately loved by everyone she met. Maybe not understood, but loved nonetheless.
Melissa King was the protagonist. The underdog everyone wanted to see win. The adorable if awkward Disney princess made of sunshine that was followed by chipmunks and bluebirds.
Melissa King was rarely the villain.
Except to Abby Langdon
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04 Jul 2026
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“Uh,” he says, looking up from his screen and feeling his ears go hot, realizing for the first time that this habit of his hasn’t actually come up before until this exact moment.
“What?” Rozanov asks, sounding more amused than anything else. “You are one of the people who does Instagram for food now?”
“No,” Shane says, stalling between answering and finishing his Snap so he can send it to Melissa, “one sec.” He finishes typing out 'Tuna melt. Chips. Pickles. It smells really good. Swiss cheese, I think.' before he looks back to Rozanov, putting his phone facedown on the coffee table. “Just sending it to someone on the staff. She likes knowing what I’m eating.”
He doesn’t know if Melissa likes knowing what he’s eating, per se, but she also seems pleased when he talks about enjoying food for things beyond how many grams of protein it has in it.
“Ah,” Rozanov says, in a tone Shane can’t quite read. “You always send her your food then, this girl?”
(shane has a habit of sending his team's dietician his meals for approval) (the problem with this habit? he forgets to tell ilya exactly what it is that melissa does) (how the tuna meltdown is AVERTED through the power of miscommunication)
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03 Jul 2026