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“So a cannibal, a bankrobber, a dead girl and a bitch                                                   walk into a bar…”

                                                       Ind. Priv. Sel.                                                         Multi-muse                                                      Written by Bini

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“So a cannibal, a bankrobber, a dead girl and a bitch                                                   walk into a bar…”

                                                       Ind. Priv. Sel.                                                         Multi-muse                                                      Written by Bini

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“So a cannibal, a bankrobber, a dead girl and a bitch                                                   walk into a bar…”

                                                       Ind. Priv. Sel.                                                         Multi-muse                                                      Written by Bini

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“So a cannibal, a bankrobber, a dead girl and a bitch                                                   walk into a bar…”

                                                       Ind. Priv. Sel.                                                         Multi-muse                                                      Written by Bini

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“So a cannibal, a bankrobber, a dead girl and a bitch                                                   walk into a bar…”

                                                       Ind. Priv. Sel.                                                         Multi-muse                                                      Written by Bini

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“So a cannibal, a bankrobber, a dead girl and a bitch                                                   walk into a bar…”

                                                       Ind. Priv. Sel.                                                         Multi-muse                                                      Written by Bini

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still a HUGE W.I.P. but all my Children are here now 

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still a HUGE W.I.P. but all my Children are here now 

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still a HUGE W.I.P. but all my Children are here now 

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still a HUGE W.I.P. but all my Children are here now 

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still a HUGE W.I.P. but all my Children are here now 

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“Do you know how impossible it was to find Hanukkah lights for the house? Sit down and enjoy it.” SHES TRYING

HANUKKAH (✔)

Edith is still speechless, just lifting a hand to shush Caelan as she stares around their living room. Blue and gold string lights run around the perimeter of the room under the green and red ones, and upon close inspection they’re tiny menorahs and stars of David. Next her eyes land on the actual menorah, sitting in the window, waiting to be lit. The last time she even celebrated is a hazy, bittersweet memory from just before the illness took hold of Lawrence, and it’s that memory that brings stinging tears to her eyes. 

In an effort to hide said tears, she grabs Caelan and pulls her into a tight hug, burying her face in the woman’s shoulder. When she pulls away, she knows her cheeks are damp and blotchy and her eyes are red, but she’s smiling like an idiot.  

“Caelan, this is... This is incredibly tacky. I-I hate–” She doesn’t get to finish, bursting into happy laughter. “Damn it. I love y- it. I love it.”

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Despite the fact that Edith isn’t very religious, she still identifies as Jewish, and will at least acknowledge Hanukkah by lighting the menorah, even if that’s all she does. It’s more of a sentimental thing for her than a holiday thing, because growing up her parents usually weren’t doing great financially and couldn’t always afford gifts, but her brother would somehow make sure she got something for every day of Hanukkah. After his death, the holiday becomes much harder for her, and less about the spirit of the holiday and more about remembering the times she had with him.

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HANUKKAH STARTERS

“How did you manage to light half the menorah? It’s the second day.” “Careful–– the latkes are hard as hockey pucks.” “You didn’t need to bring anything tonight, but thank you.” “Tonight’s just for the gelt: here, let’s go watch.” “If someone doesn’t move the menorah, the curtains are going to catch on fire.” “Grandpa’s telling the story of the Maccabees to anyone who will listen, so watch out.” “I’ve never actually heard the whole story of Hanukkah, I don’t think.” “It’s impossible to cheat at dreidel, calm down.” “Do you know how impossible it was to find Hanukkah lights for the house? Sit down and enjoy it.” “I think that the stash of sufganiot was raided. And by I think, I mean I raided the stash of sufganiot. Run!” “If I hear another Christmas carol, I might scream.” “And there go the curtains. Why didn’t someone move the menorah?” “Come on, let’s go home. We’ll be here again tomorrow night.” “One night down, seven to go.”

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make your dude here!

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she’s about to continue whatever joke they’re trying to make when she’s silenced by the feeling of lips against her own. her grip tightens, and every lighthearted quip that she had saved up for exchanges such as this just dissipates from her mind. it’s not the first time they’ve kissed, especially where alcohol’s involved. but it’s the first time caelan realises that it’s not lighthearted anymore. 

she doesn’t want to stop either, like the flames that had been gently burning between them finally engulf them both, caelan’s lips still connected with edith’s until she physically forces herself to pull back. “are you sure?”

“yes.” there’s the obvious question of where the hell caelan’s accent disappeared off to, but now’s not the time and edith doesn’t want to ruin the moment. but doubt brings her screeching to a halt anyway, reminding her caelan had asked if she was sure, and caelan had stopped them in the first place. sucking in a nervous breath, edith clears her throat softly, her gaze fixed on caelan. 

“unless..... you don’t want to...?” her chest tightens, leaving her feeling oddly claustrophobic. she shouldn’t have done this, she should have just let her imagination for what might could have been suffice. 

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