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At the end of the day, after the crew has packed up their tripods and cameras and left, as I’m walking from the kitchen with my book and a glass of water, I overhear Bobby, Jack, and Joe in the sunroom. I hear my name. They’re talking about me like I’m some kind of asset, like I’m the state of Rhode Island. I feel a sharp chill and sit down.
There’s still a chance to get out.
— Sep 26, 2026 05:32PM
There’s still a chance to get out.
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Hopefully can read more today, pain and other side effects from latest medical issue was especially not great past couple but have follow up appointment with doctor today so crossing fingers my fingers.
— Sep 29, 2026 03:55AM
TL *Humaning the Best She Can*
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Half an hour later, he’s still at the bar, talking to a tall blonde in a silver dress. She starts toward the exit, a glance at him over her shoulder. He puts down his drink and follows her. I look away.
— Sep 27, 2026 12:40PM
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He is more than what they see. More than his father’s son or heir to his dead brother’s legacy. He wants more. Believes in more.
— Sep 25, 2026 07:36PM
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Sep 26, 2026 05:33PM
But he’s brilliant. A maverick thinker, and when I am with him, I can feel my edges burn. He’s almost died three times. He is by turns impatient and nonchalant. He has Addison’s disease, recurrent malaria, and a spinal condition. The left side of his body is smaller than the right, shoulder lower, left leg shorter. He’s a clumsy dresser, lanky, that unruly shock of hair. He’s known, too well, for his sexual exploits, every woman smoothing her skirt when he enters a room like the room belongs to him, and—poof!—in seconds, it does.
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He told me once he feels like every minute is a race against the fast-circling arms of a clock. Edna St. Vincent Millay’s candle burning bright: It will not last the night. He’s a chary romantic. A fatalist. Who sees too clearly that fortune, health, and luck can all be erased in an instant.