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It was here that she became acutely aware that something was very wrong, and not in the way it was yesterday during the meeting. Something was existentially wrong.
had she been capable of feeling relief in that moment, she might have felt it to see Ampersand there, carelessly visible for any and all to see, his gaze to the heavens. But she could sense through the wall that there was no relief, that they would never experience relief again.
Ampersand digested this inasmuch as a being without a digestive system can digest things.
She wasn’t merciless, so it was only really, really painful.
what the pluperfect passive subjunctive fuck
He stepped outside into the harsh morning sunlight, his muscles electric with a night of fear, still not quite believing this was real, not sure if unzipping his fly was a good idea. What if he got zapped with his dick out? Maybe that was exactly what they were waiting for, those sick alien fucks.
Yes, now was definitely a good time to run for his goddamn life. But it wasn’t going to happen. In Kaveh Mazandarani’s inner struggle between self-preservation and curiosity, a struggle that occurred more often for him than it did for most people, curiosity was fated to win every time.
“So now that I’ve told you who I am,” he said, “do you think maybe you could tell me … what the fuck?”
But looking at him right now, he didn’t look like the narc type or the vengeful type. His terror now ameliorated, he looked like the journalist type who probably wouldn’t let some light kidnapping get between friends if there was something in it for him.
but something about the visceral way she reacted to the lobster told him there was more to it than just the typical faux modest “I’m a dainty little bird” affect endemic to The Whites, so he held his tongue.
21 Cora stood outside Kaveh’s house for a long time before he came outside to see what the
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A gilded monument to overpriced mediocre food, a confused mess of architecture and interior design that was equal parts sarcophagus and Mordor. A hideous calorie-laden monument to man’s hubris.
was still holding Ampersand tightly, powerlessly, Mother Mary performing her alien pietà.
29 “Why did you do it?”
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Kaveh crossed his legs and rested his arms on them, his gaze floating into the Nietzschean abyss, feeling like some part of his brain was about to pop. The medulla, perhaps. Or the amygdala. Har. Har.
The DJ mixed to a song he hadn’t heard before, the lyrics repeating, Just dance, it’ll be okay, just dance. That felt like solid life advice in that moment. Just dance. So they did. Then everything turned black.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” said Cora. “Yeah, well, we’re all addicts in some phase of relapse around here. Your day will come.”
My animal self saw Nikola as a monster, but my human self sees him as my friend.
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