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  • Jest

    Jest

    After the disaster of a lunch date, Kilney does not contact Gimble. Not to ask when she plans to honour the contract. Not even to say that he supports her. Because truth be told, he isn’t sure that he does.

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  • Identity

    Identity

    Matru is hiding behind a pillar, eyes shut tight. It’s a normal pillar in so far as pillars go. Except it’s riddled with bullet holes. If Matru’s heart wasn’t beating as fast as it is, they would have assumed they were playing a video game. But they’re not.

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  • Hunger

    Hunger

    The woman’s hair is a curious mix of black, white and silver. They are combed back from her face which is pale but determined. It is as if she has run out of every argument to not go ahead with what she is about to do. Her blouse is bottle green and her skirt that…

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  • Gossamer

    Gossamer

    After leaving Ramshackle, Kilney finds himself in front of the townhouse he had purchased as a wedding gift. Even though they couldn’t really afford it, he wanted to make Gimby’s dream of living in a fancy house come true. Because that’s what you did when you loved someone.

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  • First Deal

    First Deal

    Ramshackle becomes aware of pain in its body. A voice whispers in its ear that it is hungry but it has no means to feed itself. It vaguely recalls a circus, of being formed out of nothingness, not there one moment and corporeal the next. If there is a story to how it got its…

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  • Emotional Outburst

    Emotional Outburst

    Kilney is aping a fish quite well at the moment. The story he has heard is so implausible and yet every day, his head is spinning and he has broken out into cold sweat.

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  • Daiquiri Dreams

    Daiquiri Dreams

    The bar is sticky to the touch like it has absorbed as much alcohol as it can and is now oozing it back out. Ramshackle is sitting on a bar stool, a glass of daiquiri in front of him. Though it is uncomfortable, sitting with his arms crossed across his chest rather than resting comfortably…

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