Feeling.
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Feeling.
chat what should i have for dinner
Hm.
power imbalance romance between me and the guy who's two numbers ahead in the fast food queue
155, hungry - my queen ❤️❤️❤️
Rob, dead.
Dead like most; mourned like a favorite dog.
Rob’s mantis-shrimp tongue and sorrowful heart.
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Scully working a crossword on her tray because she won’t let him pay. Because she’s a military brat, because she won’t trade on her looks.
Scully with the calla-lily beauty of a Singer Sergeant painting,
Scully, in his head, fucking him with the heat of a Pacific sunrise.
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Brooklyn along the water, worlds away from California. Waiting for Queens-to-Denver. Waiting for anything. He loves the East Coast.
They kiss like teenagers, hot-mouthed and tender; sweet as Manischewitz. Heavy-eyed. Shy.
Rich children playing soccer, Chassidim striding home.
They buy pupusas from a woman with a rosy baby in a sling. They gaze at the soaring, dark bridge.
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“Brains.” Scully thinking of Dudley. Costa Mesa.
Mulder nibbling her lashes; throat. Cold in Denver and they must warm up.
Her cancer, the katabatic winds…
She takes him in like the rising tide.