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Like fuck. I am now an unwilling third wheel to two people who are either:
- Divorced
- Shamelessly having an affair
- Married
- Dating
- Ghosts from each other's tragic pasts
- Emotionally entangled in a psychic bond forged during a high-stress incident and sealed with unspoken longing
Let's call them Dr. K (F) and Dr. L (M)
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- Part 4 of the triple-letter files
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“This is sad.”
“It’s Titanic, Kate. It’s hardly a comedy.”
“Not the movie. The fact that we’re sitting here on a Saturday night. Alone. Eating chocolate and drinking wine.”
“What do you suggest.”
“I’m just saying – we created the biggest dating app in the UK and look at us.”——-
Kate Sharma, Sophie Baek and Penelope Featherington created the biggest dating app in the UK; it was time for them to use it in an attempt to find their own true loves.
And it just so happened that at the same time journalist Colin Bridgerton was asked to report on the success of Roses & Rakes, and how better to measure its success than create profiles for himself and his two elder brothers?
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- Part 1 of Roses & Rakes
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mel never expected spring break to change anything. she and her best friend trinity are just crashing in a borrowed apartment, exploring new york city, and trying to forget how close graduation actually is. but when the door opens and mel meets trinity’s older brother, something shifts. he’s not what she expected.
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It's just — every time he walks in, a skip to his step like he's still surprised he's allowed to be here — all she can see is his new key-chain jiggling against his keys, a gift he'd shown to anyone willing to look; Tanner made it himself, Abby let him give it to me for my sobriety anniversary. No, he doesn't know that's why, he's five. Isn't it great?
And it is, she'd thought — said — absently. He fought so hard to keep his relationship to his children, to his now ex-wife, even as he went through the motions of rehab and recovery and constant HR meetings and random piss tests everyone conspicuously pretended weren't happening. He'd fought so hard, of course it's great.
Or it would be, Mel thinks, ducking away with lukewarm coffee in hand, if she didn't know the image of that key-chain like the palm of her hand.
Or, rather, like the soulmark on the back of her knee.
[or: soulmateism made literal]