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Welcome! Come on in. Drinks are that way; the body of my sister is over there. The reenactment starts at four o’clock, don’t be late!
If we’d called the police it would have been confiscated as evidence, but instead I just picked it up from the mess and cleaned it myself.
I’m the evidence that remains.
And then … well. And then I had to leave Aspen. For everyone’s safety, they said. And Caroline stayed.
I forgot how much guys love to just touch one another.
It gives me chills, the way those girls looked at me. A single sight separated into many eyes.
What about this lip color indicates I would be any use during chores?
The boys fling themselves at one another, crash, and break apart as though they can’t be hurt, and I wonder what it must be like to walk through life with the assumption that you are indestructible.
From a physicist’s perspective, a person is never really gone. They’ve just changed forms. The energy and particles that make them up have disorganized, merged back with the world, united with nature in cycles that are eternal. It’s easy to believe that out here—in woods that feel heavy with eternity.
She was in the woods, crying, laughing, crying, and when I stepped out of the firelight to find her, a shadow took my place.
“Wyatt, that’s not being chill. That’s performative heterosexuality.”
Tyler assimilates, and since I can’t do that, I resort to exceptionalism. We both cost the other their advantage if we circle too close.
The
monsters worth fearing are the ones that are dangerous enough to hide in daylight.
The world will never run out of predators worth turning to prey.
He was supposed to delete the photo. He said he would if she went all the way with him. She did her part; he ignored his.
But somehow he finds out, and he’s mad, and he sends her pictures to her new coworkers.
What creature congratulates itself for eating?
It’s nice to meet you, we tell our elder.
They fear it, too. I realize I was wrong, thinking all this time that these girls were beekeepers. The adults are the true keepers, the girls the kept force.
Ask yourselves, can your industries suffer more losses? Can you afford to operate your empires without the guidance of the lace?”
Aspen, the Conservancy’s network of wealth and power. The secret sisterhood that runs the world. And it will be because of her.
