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BEEEEEEEEEEP.
The honk comes without warning. For half a second, Carol thinks she has been shot.
Then it keeps going. A sustained, unbroken, eat-shit honk. The kind LA people deploy when they want to fuck you up as a person.
The honking stops. The Range Rover's window comes down.
"Are you leaving the space or not." The woman says it flat, and bored.
Carol puts her own window down. Slowly, for the fuck of it.
“No, lady. I'm not leaving. I’m parked. This is a parking space, and I have parked a car in it. Like a human being is allowed to. Your response to that was to put your hand flat on a horn for what, an hour? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
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A feud for the ages. Two strangers let a parking incident burrow into their minds and slowly consume their every thought and action
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- Part 3 of Close Quarters
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if you show me real love, baby, i'll show you mine by eversocosmic
Fandoms: The Devil Wears Prada (2006)
09 May 2026
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“Do you, though?” Andrea asked quietly.
Miranda fought the overwhelming urge to topple over and throw up. She blinked once and, without taking her eyes off Andrea, asked, “What?”
Andrea bit down on her lip and sighed softly. “Do you like me?”
Miranda almost screamed yes. Instead, she closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe in and out slowly.
“What answer do you want?” she finally replied.
Andrea frowned slightly.
When Miranda spoke again, there was something dangerously close to pleading in her voice.
“Because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” she said. “I don’t want to scare you away. I can manage my feelings, but I can’t lose you.”
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Andy doesn't leave Miranda in Paris, and learns that a single decision can change your life. But the main thing about decisions? You don't get to stop with one.
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- Part 1 of Truth and Measure-verse
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Ava and Deb on the road. It only takes Ava losing a tooth for them to finally realise what's going on between them
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Deborah clears her throat and taps on the seat number. “You’re in my seat.”
“This is my seat.” The woman holds out her phone, and Deborah can see an email from the airline with the aisle seat highlighted.
“Was,” Deborah corrects, flashing her a showman’s smile. She holds out her printed ticket. “Unless you’d like me to get the stewardess again.”