After years of stories, friendship, and shared history, HNZ has entered its archive era.
Thank you to every member, professor, prefect, shopkeeper, club leader, GM, and admin who helped build this community.
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Monty sat on Ava's sofa, sipping a glass of wine. He had possibly had one too many, because he could feel several confessions staggering about in his brain, making their way closer and closer to the bit in charge of moving his mouth. "Can I tell you something awful?" he asked. Bugger. Now he was...
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