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    He sees the boy at Polynesian Mary's. Louis leaves with the boy. The boy slits his throat open in the apartment on Divisadero Street. The boy is dead.
    Until he isn't.

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    24 Jan 2025

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    ISO: Carer to look after my father for 8 weeks this summer.
    Dad is 71, early stage Parkinson’s disease, broke his hip 6 weeks ago. No signs of cognitive decline; mostly needs help with household tasks (cooking, light cleaning, laundry, grocery shopping), getting dressed, showering, changing cat litter/general cat care, getting to and from appointments.
    Please know what you are getting into; Dad is physically more or less in good health but awful at accepting his limitations, unnecessarily mean, generally uncooperative, and largely nocturnal. Imagine yourself caring for a feral raccoon that is convinced it’s going to write another book, then subtract everything that is cute about raccoons.
    $20/hour, roughly 4 hours a day. Must be able to pass a background check and lift 50 lbs. Patience of a saint not required but preferred.

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    20 Jan 2025

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    04 Jan 2025

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    ‘Oh dear, Mr Molloy, what is this?'

    The city lights, blown and slipping in and out of focus above him, streaming in from the broken ceiling of… where was he? Well it didn’t really matter. That was the idea, right? A deep, hot bath of forgetfulness. He wished he could forget those eyes too, the horrific object of his fear and longing, floating above him without a face, a narrowed pair of warm skylights.

    ‘Next time you want to die, Daniel Molloy, you’ll come to me.’

    There was an unspoken ‘or else’ in that satin voice. And then the lights went out.

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    OR; the one in which Daniel tries — and fails — to keep his nose clean and Armand finds new and exciting ways to torture his (did somebody say fascinating?) boy.

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    18 Dec 2024

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    It’s starting to feel like this is not just about him feeling sorry for what happened earlier. Daniel says as much aloud, unable to help it even if it might mean shooting himself in the foot. Even if he might risk putting an end to this by giving it name.

    “Hmm,” Rashid hums in feigned contemplation as he settles one knee on the bed beside Daniel’s hip. The index finger of his left hand dips underneath the sleeve of the older man’s cardigan. Runs along his pulse point, his veins. “What do you think it’s about, then?”

    “No fucking clue,” he replies, his stare dragging up the line of Rashid’s throat, over the curve of his jaw, past his mouth and up to his eyes. The boy isn’t meeting his gaze, his lashes fluttering in the direction of Daniel’s wrist. His lips are parted slightly. He looks—he looks.

    He looks horny. Wrecked. Devastatingly pretty.

    Rashid huffs an airy laugh. “Liar.”

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    08 Dec 2024