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A foggy white double crystal in the approximate shape of a heart
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Story 6: The Ghost and the Espresso Machine

I had to go back to the Lovegood Café. I didn’t want to, but I had to retrieve the Soulmate Stone before I could rage quit—preferably on a busy Friday or Saturday night—and they could all kiss my ass. The only question was, could I act normally now, knowing what I knew? The video I’d...

Story 5: Silver Lining
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Story 5: Silver Lining

**CONTENT WARNING for implications of sexual assault and brief descriptions of blood** I crept through the door to the kitchen. Only a couple prep chefs were here and I had my excuse ready, not that I would dignify them questioning my presence in my place of employment, but I wasn’t exactly known for being on...

Story 4: Love on the Rocks
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Story 4: Love on the Rocks

The things a girl puts up with, and not just for money to pay for essentials like rent and food. While that was a big motivator for my continued employment at the Lovegood Café, it wasn’t the only reason I stuck around. Biding my time. Waiting until I fulfilled my role in this charade, and...

Story 2: Dodging A Silver Bullet
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Story 2: Dodging A Silver Bullet

Dozens of hopeful couples murmured private conversations in the (recently renamed) Lovegood Café, busy, no matter that it was a Thursday. But this was the new usual. I rolled my eyes every time I saw the new logo, all swooping calligraphy and red hearts, trying to capitalize on the fame of their “romance risotto.” It...

Wine glasses hanging upside down in a bar bathed in red and blue lights
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Story 1: How The Rumor Spills

I sighed. Of course they wanted the risotto. Who didn’t these days? But I smiled and placed the order, along with their drinks, ignoring the hopeful, dopey smiles on their faces. Ignoring the smirk on the chef’s greasy face as he asked, “So, Liv, any bets to how many orders tonight?” No. Because it was...

Little Miss Know-It-All
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Little Miss Know-It-All

Today. The weirdness was today! More than a month had passed without incident. Zillah knew the shit was really about to fly, like all over the place. She didn’t know how she knew. She just did. Like, when she woke up (not got out of bed; awake and blearily standing were two distinct events), the...

It’s Gonna Be A Lucky Day
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It’s Gonna Be A Lucky Day

It all started way back when I was nothin’ but a toddler, maybe two or so. Mama has pictures of me holding whole bouquets of four-leaf clovers. Didn’t even know what they was way back then. Just liked ‘em, you know? Same way a lil one picks a whole buncha dandelions for their Mama. Anyhow,...

Put A Flower In Your Rocket
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Put A Flower In Your Rocket

Asleen strolled the rows of floor-to-ceiling hydroponic containers, stroking the softness of the new leaves, drinking in the humid aroma of life. Her wristband vibrated, a startling reminder of her next commitment. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” she muttered unhappily, casting one last look of longing at the expanse of green. “Have. A. Good. Time. Dr....

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