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i don’t want comfort  turn off the light , shut off the music , i’m tired , i don’t want to know who’s behind the door , i don’t want to know which pill to take , i don’t want to know anymore.  //   written by sydney, est. 9/14 , rb. 4/16

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i don’t want comfort  turn off the light , shut off the music , i’m tired , i don’t want to know who’s behind the door , i don’t want to know which pill to take , i don’t want to know anymore.  //   written by sydney, est. 9/14 , rb. 4/16

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it’s divided labor of the soul. we weigh each other out like scales. we balance and sustain.

                written by sydney & freddie 

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“Why would he do that?” “Have you met Mark Watney?” 

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I’ve been thinking about science class. I’ve been thinking about those words that shouldn’t mean anything to you, but they do. I remember learning about entropy. an increasing state of disorder. it didn’t feel like science.  // est. 2012 , retooled 2016 .

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notherbody.

FUCKED UP, it echoes in her head. other voices repeating it, voices that don’t belong to dixon. they belong to her family, to people she used to know. people she lost before and after she lost herself. mio takes a step back, her whole body turned cold.          ❛          i don’t know—-          ❜

‘  which one are you. 

(  mio or frances . a simple question, put very plainly. they are not indifferent to the situation - if anything, they are concerned. confused. neither is a welcome feeling.  )

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notherbody.

             ❛             WHAT? sorry?           ❜            her immediate reaction is to feel guilty, a lump building in her throat.

(  DECRYPTING...

MIO XIA GARD / FRANCES TÁN ??????????   BODY     SHARING MORE         INFO           NEEDED CONTACT...        SUPERVISOR... 

they tilt their head , examining closer.  )

‘  you’re all fucked up.

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‘  ... what.

(  conflicting data runs through their brain. 

FRANC-- MIO XI-- T--- G---  

what the fuck.  )

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priceofjustice.

         “Oh, ya’ know damn right ya’ were.” 

‘  you must be imagining things. 

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priceofjustice.

      “Don’t go givin’ me that look.”

‘  what. what look. was i giving a look.

(  they’re aware of the look they were giving. let them be a smug asshole for a moment.  )

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priceofjustice.

    “ —- yuh, yuh, and when I come-a-knockin’ at four bells we’ll see if you’re fine.” 

‘  alright. you’re on. 

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            ELIZABETH SWANN; king of the pirates.

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priceofjustice.

               “Find us a quiet lake. Doesn’t sound so bad, Dix.” And then, as an afterthought, “y’know, it means we gotta rise at the ass-crack of dawn. That wouldn’t be a problem for ya’?”

(  they’re temporarily amused by this.  )

‘  i am older than you. i have worked longer than you. i will be fine. 

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priceofjustice.

“We’ll see if you’re still sayin’ that when the season really gets goin’.” A pause, a breath, long enough for Dag to spare an indulgent smile, as fleeting as it may have been. 

“That or fishin’.” 

‘  i could live with fishing. we could go fishing. 

(  their smile is faint , but valid all the same.  )

‘  if you want.

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“You do this and I am done. That’s it!

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priceofjustice.

       “Yuh — we’ll watch the highlights.” 

‘  but watching it is the good part. 

(  watching the whole game means prolonged physical contact , which , surprisingly is quite enjoyable.  )

‘   you’ll have to pay me back in tennis.