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    it’s a little odd to work in a café when you can’t make tea to save your life. it’s less odd to be a little in love with the charming brunette stranger who keeps coming in to insult your skills

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    11 Nov 2020

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    “‘And I know you already have a soulmate,’ she says to Jamie, the soft-eyed, North star love of her life, gone pale and careful. ‘But every time I touch you, I can’t help wishing it were me.’”

    [Dani tries her best to hide from Fate. Too bad it finds her anyway.]

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    27 Oct 2020

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    “Some people, maybe, she has time to think and then Dani is kissing her again. Sighing with relief into Jamie’s mouth, giggling the most beautiful sound she’s ever heard and, okay.

    This is something she might be able to keep.”

    [or: Jamie learns that some people might be worth the effort.]

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    19 Oct 2020

  4. Public Bookmark 27

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    Blair doesn’t let go of Sterling the whole ride home.

    Sterling doesn’t speak, or look in the rear-view mirror, or stop crying; just stares blankly out the window thinking about the hand clinging to hers and about her sort-of ex-girlfriend pursuing her ex-boyfriend and about her mom actually being her aunt and about her twin sister being neither her twin *nor* her sister.

    How do you mourn the loss of someone who’s still sitting right next to you?

    (Post-S1 finale. Three parts, three hurting girls, three rounds of picking up the pieces. Title from Taylor Swift, per usual.)

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    28 Sep 2020

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    L'appel du vide. I read it in a book once. Don't ask me to say it, because I will fuck every sound up, but it's French, I think. Means something like the "call of the void."

    When I open up the front door, see the snow, I can feel it. The void. Calling me. Like there's a string tied to my spine, threaded through my ribs, exiting my chest, and from somewhere far away, something is tugging on the line. Just a little pull. Small but insistent.

    So I get my boots, sitting there by the door next to Dina's like that's where they belong, and even though it’s the middle of the night I push the screen door open and it whines in protest, like it knows I should stay inside. Like it knows the void has a hold on me and maybe it's calling for help.

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    22 Sep 2020

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