80: “You’re a hairy juice salesman and firefighters are like meth to women”

Ramsay, Oscar, and Frank hosted a party in late March. Since the death of his grandfather, Frank didn’t want to do much except get drunk or sleep and this was Oscar’s way of being supportive. “You say supportive, but it feels a little more like enabling,” Miles pointed out in response to that particular reasoning […]

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57: “Perhaps this casual viewing of Frosty the Snowman isn’t the right forum for this kind of conversation”

Priscilla and Tallulah hosted Christmas at their apartment again for all of their friends who didn’t have any other plans. Their parents were on yet another vacation and neither of them really felt like spending the time Christmas weekend with their older sister and her family, although they were planning on going there for Boxing […]

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Chapter Sixty-Four: “Patrick Chan, Olympic figure skating silver medalist and Canadian national treasure?!”

Ramsay had two older sisters, Adhira and Uma. Both of them were significantly older than he was. He had been, as his mother said, a bonus baby. As Adhira had so helpfully pointed out many times during his formative years, what that really meant was accident. In any case, Uma was twelve years older than […]

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Chapter Twenty-Six: “They’ll use my lifeless corpse as a trail marker for those fitter than I am”

Ramsay and Oscar commuted to work on the subway every day together. Then they spent the entirety of the workday together, sitting side by side, selling juice over the phone. Sometimes Miles broke up the tedium to complain about his love life, or rather his lack of love life. Although, there appeared to have been […]

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