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Goodbye, HelloA week passed without any major problems, which was possibly the reason that the flowers took me by surprise. While I'd been sick, I'd made Giovanni promise not to visit me at work, and school had mostly been normal. He'd brought me soup for lunch once, which had just given rise to a few comments, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle with a straight face. Sometimes that part was difficult. Dumb comments were funnier when I remembered that Giovanni wasn't interested in me the way some other people assumed he was.
At least, not actively.
I honestly thought he just didn't understand. He didn't draw lines between things. Kissing my head in public was the same thing to him as shaking a stranger's hand. A social niceness, without any levels. I sat at the desk, because it would have been worse not to, and read the card. My name was printed in large, dark letters on the envelope, but at
Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 13The time had come. Taivuttaa sat on the floor, his father's favorite book lying in his lap, open to a rather inauspicious page about badgers and communities that had been based on their cultural lifestyle. He'd promised, and if he didn't keep that promise, not only would he feel guilty, Shoe would look sad at him. Besides, he was getting tired of thinking up excuses not to go. He only had one left, and it was a pathetic one without any sense. It would be full of whatever made Shoe happy, which in Taivuttaa's opinion was most likely quite obscenely silly or humiliating for him, Taivuttaa. He shut the book and got up to put on his coat.
He had been officially living with Novi for three days, and Shoe had not once failed to visit. In a way, that was a good thing. Taivuttaa rather liked the odd, noodly man, even if he was enigmatic and a bit selfish. And the regularity of his visits was as homey as the living arra
Contra-Bandy ch21It lasted slightly longer than I expected. Granted, I had expected it to not happen, but the point was still valid. At first it was a damn good distraction, I forgot about being stupid, because those kinds of things go right out the window in that kind of situation, and I forgot about being cold, because that stopped being a problem. But it didn't last. It shouldn't have started.
Shawn pushed me back, his hair a total mess and his face bright red and somehow smudged. As if he were made of clay or something else that was squishy and malleable. For a second, he looked happy. Really happy. My lungs crumpled like a pair of paper bags, then dropped into my stomach. That didn't last either. His mouth relaxed out of the smile and then plummeted into an all-out frown. "Why did you do that?"
My tongue chose that moment to go completely limp. Worse than that, I coul
need CONSTRUCTIVE criticismBaya'al Docea, a middle-sized Class D planetoid orbiting a single sun with two tagalong moons and enough statistics to fill a good 512sm of space in a planetary guide app, even with an image or two. Moderate population for a Class D world, heavy trade, mainly exporting food, alcohol, and bored teetotalers. From space, it looked like a greeny-blue marble with some swirly bits, the sort that a greedy kid might knock out someone's teeth in the name of stealing it.
It was occupied, of course, but everything this far from the Periphery could say the same for itself. Even people's minds, say the cynical. I flipped my reader so that it clicked into its open state and then tapped the tip of my finger against the upper right corner. A drop-down menu flickered onto the screen, I dragged my finger down the list of bookmarks until Baya'al Docea's link came into view.
There was the entry, just as I remembered it the last time fifty thousand tim
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