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  1. Public Bookmark 65

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    Shoko spends her 29th birthday alone.

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    27 Nov 2023

  2. Public Bookmark 39

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    The carrots are ready for plucking in the side yard. Pluck them.
    The dry cleaning is ready at Waukegan and Deerfield. It can wait, it will still be there tomorrow.
    Write a poem in which a speaker who loves women emerges.
    Write a poem in which devotion does not devour you.

    Zoro stays, to no one's surprise but Sanji's.

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    29 Oct 2023

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    “Marimo,” Sanji greets, his voice raspy from disuse. “I thought you were on watch tonight.”

    “I am.” Zoro seems too hesitate for a moment, as if deciding his words carefully. “I heard movement and came down to see what it was.”

    Sanji raises an eyebrow, lifting up the blanket that is definitely the one they keep up in the crows nest, the familiar bright red of its wool dulled in the dark. “So this is meant to be a weapon then?”

     

    Or, five nights they talked, and the one night they confessed.

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    08 Oct 2023

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    To be able to receive a supreme gnosis Scaramouche has scrubbed away all trace of human emotion. Though for some reason his body aches, screams and curls in on itself after he has finally pushed the power container into his chest.
    Ignoring the pain, he searches for someone to test his powers on and luckily stumbles upon a maple wearing stranger.
    However, the torturing pain in his chest grows all the more consuming until he is barely able to move anymore. Nonetheless, he needs to get himself together in order to rub his supremity into his creator's face - whatever the costs are he will gladly bear them.
    With every passing day his body's condition worsens but somehow there always is a wanderer with a red streak of hair, catching him whenever he falls.

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    13 Dec 2022

  5. Rec 12

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    Pylades: I’ll take care of you.
    Orestes: It’s rotten work.
    Pylades: Not to me. Not if it’s you.

    — Anne Carson, Euripides

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    01 Jan 2022