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DRAMA- There are little pieces of golden microglitter sticking to every inch of your pale and bloated flesh. Like you’re trying to turn yourself into an aquatic disco ball.
CONCEPTUALISATION- This is your home now. This is where you live. In the bath tub.Harry is getting better. He is trying his hardest to do better. He's bathing regularly and reading self help books. He's focusing on his cases, like the recent murder of a suspicious investor at a local restaurant. And he's desperately trying to forget the unfortunate kiss that he shared with his partner Kim in Martinaise nearly a year ago. Somehow it's still not working.
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16 Jun 2026
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When Harry recovers, rolls over on his back and looks at Kim, he sees Kim’s shocked expression, and his face falls, suddenly worried he’s upset Kim somehow. “You okay?”
“Yes, I… Harry, I haven’t come like that since I was in my twenties,” Kim breathes, dumbfounded.
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13 Jun 2026
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“I can’t wait another minute. I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Harry breathes low on Kim’s neck. “Please.”
Kim sighs, leaning back into Harry’s mouth. “I have to finish these reports. Tomorrow’s my only day off this week.”
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12 Jun 2026
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“Ah, khm, yes.” Kim seems to remember himself. He turns to face his companion and his gaze leaves you like light leaving the moon. A sheer cliff face of politeness. He leaves you cold.
“Terrence, this is a colleague of mine. I was just saying hello.”
‘Just a colleague.’ That’s right. You’ve only only just met. In the rolodex of Kim’s acquaintances, you plausibly rank just above the teenager Kim sees every other night at his local Frittte.
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12 Jun 2026
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“Oh, uh. Yeah. Just joined. Jean-Heron Vicquemare.” The man is clean shaven, young, cheeks marked with adult acne that looks painful, hands occupied, fumbling, trying to open a bottle of beer with a flimsy keychain opener.
“Du Bois. Let me get that for you.” Young Jean hands Officer Du Bois the bottle and the keychain, but Du Bois only takes the bottle, pulling out a set of keys from his back pocket and effortlessly popping the top open with the teeth of one key. The cap is barely bent, as he hands both it and the bottle back, smoke spilling from his mouth, putting his keys back in his pocket in one swift motion.
It’s the single coolest, most masculine thing Young Jean has ever seen.
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12 Jun 2026