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Christmas Eve morning. Fever finally broken. I’m shopping at Cheapo’s, a store where the despair is auditory in the afterlife Muzak. Old people creaking through the grim endless aisles of canned crap, produce pyramids gleaming eerily under too-bright lights. The bananas here will never be edible—they will remain green before immediately turning black. Even the apples looked shined up in a way I do not trust
— Dec 25, 2025 03:18AM
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Fiona
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we were already running away again, me and my imagination. We were holding hands on the edge of the cliff by the North Sea, we were high, high up in a redwood tree, we were on a train to Paris, we were blue lipped in the river trying to swim to India. Or we were just fucking running. Down a steep and endless hill, she and I, holding hands. She was a great girl-shaped forest. She was a thing on fire.
— Dec 25, 2025 05:32PM
Fiona
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“I get that way too. Sometimes I’ll just drive around for hours. I won’t have a destination or anything. I used to go to bookstores but I can’t go in them anymore because I buy too many books. Last time I went into Ada books, I spent almost a hundred bucks. More than a hundred probably.”
— Dec 24, 2025 05:53PM
Fiona
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I think of Sissy Spacek covered in pig’s blood as I watch Creepy Doll go through her closet to find the dress that, according to her, I’ll love so much I’ll want to have its dress babies. I look around her bedroom—the walls line with her many typewriters, her various prints of fairy-tale wolves and mythical creatures, an altar that is billowing a strange- smelling smoke. I drink more punch.
— Dec 23, 2025 03:39PM
Fiona
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That’s when I see it perched on the outside sill of my window. Looking in, looking right at me, or so it seems. Twitching its nose. Slitty eyes black and shiny and peering right at me through the smudged glass. Floppy ears hanging on either side of its face like little-girl braids.
I scream until the sallow girl next door thumps the wall with her fist.
— Dec 22, 2025 03:54PM
I scream until the sallow girl next door thumps the wall with her fist.
