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Frank huffed, setting the mug down. “How many times are we going to have to go over this, Mel? I like listening to you talk. I’m not just being nice. We’re friends.”
“It’s important to ask,” she said, still watching him carefully. “Because sometimes people say they want to know something but they don’t actually mean that they do. They’re just being polite. And it’s hard for me to tell that, always.”
“I’ll tell you what,” he suggested. “Let’s make this easy. With me, you never have to ask. Consider it my… blanket approval, I guess.”
He pointed to himself. “I, Frank Langdon, am interested in what you have to say.”
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01 Jul 2026
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Unfortunately, they did catch that guy. The one who flirted with her badly and pushed her off a stool. But Mel really, really doesn't want to go to court. Good thing she has a friend who shows up even when nobody asked.
Or, Mel finally has someone who pays attention to her and Frank makes a friend
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Eddie remembered nothing, and then he remembered Steve. His voice. His hands. Bits and pieces of scattered stimuli, coming to him like microbes on a blurry microscope.
He found out, later, that it had been Steve who had hauled him off the ground, and had dragged his warm corpse back from hell. It had been Steve to deliver compressions until he’d miraculously made it to the ambulance, and it had even been Steve who’d driven Wayne to the ICU afterwards.
Then he kept sticking around.
A casual hookup. Two. Three. Now they fuck every other weekend and Eddie couldn’t ignore the way it was making him feel. It was lovely, he felt so sweet, he’s a willing plum ready to rot in Steve’s careful hands. Steve would enjoy him and treasure him and lick his mouth clean after every bite— but this wasn’t made to last.
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17 Jun 2026
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Becca had this phase where she was really into playing pinball — handheld ones, not the big machines, which was a relief. The big ones are really noisy. But anyway. Becca had read all the manuals, even looked up reviews online, and she swore there was a strategy to it, that you could control where the ball landed, if you just hit it at a certain angle, with just the right amount of strength. But Mel was missing the hand-eye coordination, or the muscle memory, or something, because to her, it all seemed totally random, like nothing she did made any difference as to where that damn ball ended up.
Conversations with Trinity feel kind of like that, sometimes. Like watching a tiny silver ball come racing down towards her, frozen in silent panic, Becca chanting in her ear to hit it, just hit it, knowing full well she's only going to miss.
Mel is really, really bad at pinball. In case that part wasn't clear.
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11 Jun 2026