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    Today, Phil and Tommy are making soup. Something simple, with a thick broth, fresh greens, and a few potatoes. He thinks that sounds about right. Tommy’s forgotten more than half of it, words lost along the path here.

    They haven’t made up with one another, he and Phil. Haven’t sat down and had one of those much-needed one-on-one talks yet—at least, not fully—but this, Tommy thinks, is a welcome start. A real start. It will take a bit more than some whispered words of forgiveness in the snow for things to truly pass between the two, and for now, that’s okay. Today, it can wait. Any chips left on cold shoulders melt away in the kitchen, eaten up by the sunlight pouring in from the windows as it sinks below the horizon. In their place: the warmth of a homemade meal coming to a boil, from a recipe Phil has kept with him for generations, just like the old fuck that he is. Ancient bastard.

    (OR: A collection of my primarily SBI-centric incomplete/abandoned wips and writing doodles, for your enjoyment.)

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