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We know now that we cannot infect her this way. But as she kisses us back, as we bite her lip the way only 73% of the women she's been with who are part of us discovered she likes, we pretend for a moment–
Of our gift in our saliva entering her bloodstream through the cut we have made in her lip. Of her joining us, becoming one with us. The tang of Carol's blood on our tongue and the knowledge it represents sends heat between Zosia's legs, fueling the fire that Carol's messy kisses and wandering hands had begun to stoke there.
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01 Feb 2026
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An enchanting twinkle emblazoned her eyes, one Carol recognized from bookstores, bars, ice hotels, and most importantly this exact spot.
“Is it so hard to believe we enjoy being around you?”
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25 Jan 2026
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“What do you all dream about, anyway,” Carol asked.
“Colors,” Zosia said. “And language, sound. Architecture.”
Carol lifted her head. “Architecture?”
Zosia either smiled with just one side of her mouth — which was new — or Carol could only see one side — which was also new. In either case, her own mouth felt dry.
“Systems,” Zosia said. “Simplicity. We’re interested in continuity.”
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25 Jan 2026
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“Not that I don’t enjoy scorching on the outskirts of New Mexico with you—” she starts off, her hand trailing from Zosia’s chin in order to card through chlorine-tipped stray hairs. “—But I’m going to burn through my reading list eventually… hah, I never thought that would be something I’d say and believe.”
Read to your heart's desire, Carol—we’ll wait on sun-baked earth and in country club pools for however long it takes; recover the texts lost to the Library of Alexandria if you must.
—or, snapshots of the world's most delusional honeymoon period.
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24 Jan 2026
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Carol's mom dies. Carol cleans up after her. Helen picks up the pieces.
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24 Jan 2026