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“Our husbands had been friends since their military service. Once a year, they’d drive north to the woods of Rasht, near the Caspian, to smoke cigars and drink and fish and retell the same stories they told each other every year”

queue “He Was a Friend of Mine” by Bob Dylan ….

“Zee bent over, holding his unlit cigarette between his lips to light it within the shield of his coat. Cyrus thought that was very cool. Some point before “Green Eyes,” Cyrus passed out; when he woke up again it was morning. The bottle was nearly empty on the couch between him and Zee, and their shoulders were just barely touching.”

and their shoulders were just barely touching…

“He had expected either amused tolerance or stormy rebuke, but sensed neither. The artist just sat there staring at him for ten seconds, fifteen, thirty, her expression seemingly larger than what was visible, like it continued somewhere else beyond her face. After what seemed like an eternity she reached her hand across the table. It has been my incredible luck to meet you, Cyrus.”

She’s kinda hot…

“Early spring, that’s when I first thought I might love him”

AYOOOOO I DIDNT THINK I WOULD GET YAOI LETS GO!!!

“They both knew Cyrus well enough to not be flustered by his directness. But Cyrus was, for his part, more than a little surprised by the words as they came out his mouth, how they gave shape to something that had long been formless within him. It was like the language in the air that night was a mold he was pouring around his curiosity. Flour thrown on a ghost.”

awesome metaphor