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  1. Rec 16

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    I can‘t get enough of them so you have to endure it.

    Just a bunch of different prompts I made up myself. You can still suggest some tho! I‘ll try to update as frequently as possible.

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  2. Rec 8

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    on the relationship of the body, all the many ways to self harm and self destruct.

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  3. Rec 3

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    The narrator has decided to kill himself.

    Things don't go as smoothly as he hopes.

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  4. Rec *

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    Tyler, I say, breaking the lazy silence. Can I ask you a question?

    Tyler scoffs. He doesn’t open his eyes, but the tiniest hint of a smile has manifested on his lips. “Sure, Ikea boy.”

    I reach down, running my fingers through his hair. He still doesn’t look at me, so I ask, If we met on the plane the night my condo blew up, how did you know to blow it up?

    Tyler finally opens his eyes. He looks directly at me, eyes shining the way they do when I’ve said something that excites him.

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  5. Rec 3

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    The first couple times she saw them, she reeled back in disgust. She was never too fond of the fight club scene. “You’re not still doing that, are you?” She spat. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

    It didn’t take long for her to notice how perfect the gashes were. Not the kind of wild damage you get from a fist to the ribs. Too clean, precise, always in the same places. She’d still ask, but I wouldn’t answer. That was the game; she pretended I was fine and I pretended she wasn’t complicit. Now she doesn’t say anything at all, and I find new packs of bandages in the cabinet every time she comes over.

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