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โธข๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ญ. ๐'๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ.โธฅ Sheriff Hopper was your typical egotistical man-child with a badge. The kind of guy who thought the world revolved around him, but his brain was firmly stuck in the "perpetual adolescent" zone. And don't even get him started on the Brits-he was convinced they were all just pampered little sh- well, you know, a whole lot of nonsense wrapped in an accent. Then there was Agent Beckett. Her one job? Get close to the Sheriff, dig up whatever weirdness was plaguing this town, and report back. Easy enough, right? I mean, how hard could it be to deal with a guy who still thinks "foreigners" are plotting world domination over their afternoon tea? Spoiler alert: nothing ever goes according to plan. Instead of digging up dirt on the town, Beckett finds herself knee-deep in Hopper's stubborn rants, unnecessary critiques of British weather, and the weird chemistry between them that neither of them wants to acknowledge. Oh, and somehow she ends up caring what happens to him. Because of course, that's how it works-get close to the guy you're supposed to be investigating, and in a totally not predictable plot twist, fall head over heels. Because, apparently, nothing says "true love" like sarcastic banter, PTSD from small-town drama, and endless cups of diner coffee. So, yeah. They'll fall in love. But it's definitely going to be a messy, snarky, "I can't believe this is happening" kind of love. โธข๐๐ช๐ฎ ๐๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐น ๐๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด.โธฅ
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