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Lana Harper
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February 15 - February 28, 2024
At best, we’d been fellow celestial bodies whose orbits coincided at regular intervals.
It made her look more like the person I remembered, the chaotic-neutral girl who smoked unfiltered cigarettes under the bleachers at recess and managed to make fingerless gloves look unironically cool.
“What can I say? I’m basically Russian. Random drunkenness is part of my life philosophy—and yours, starting now.
No one knew what all my tattoos meant; not my closest friends in Chicago, not even Lin. I’d been hoarding them like a treasure trove of secrets I carried around hidden in plain sight.
“My, my, how very curious,” she said, more to herself than us. “The both of you! I would not have thought it done, and yet . . .” The frost cleared, and she focused on us again, a smug little smile playing on her lips. “You don’t need my help after all, Natalia,” she said. “You’ve already got the way of it, you clever child. Simply forge onward together, just as you have begun.”