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    Ilya is watching the sun rise over the lake at the cottage when Shane joins him and makes a little request.

    “So, I was wondering…next time we fuck…would you like to, uh, skip the condom? Because I’ve been thinking about feeling you skin-to-skin inside me for a while now, and it’s been driving me—”
    Shane did not get a chance to complete his sentence because Ilya had hauled him over and was giving him a kiss, fierce and biting and ravenous.
    After many glorious moments of kissing, the sun warm on their cheeks, Ilya pulled back. Shane licked his lips and gave Ilya a darting glance before looking away. “Anyway, yeah, it’s been driving me insane,” he said, and cleared his throat.
    “Well now that you said it, it makes me insane too,” Ilya replied. “Come.” He stood and hauled Shane up along with him. “Chop chop, Hollander. No time to waste.”

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    At the corner store, the guy asks what brand of cigarettes Shane wants. Shane has never paid enough attention to Ilya’s cigarettes to notice a brand name; he asks for Marlboro, because at least it’s a name he knows.

    At home, on his balcony, he cracks the pack and lights one. The smell curves towards him slowly, diffuse in the city air.

    He closes his eyes. If he focuses, it’s three months ago and he’s sitting in Ilya’s bed and Ilya is resting his chin on Shane’s shoulder. Stay, he’s murmuring. I am not done with you yet.

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    Or: Shane has a thing about smells.

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    09 Aug 2026

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    paramedics!hollanov verse. (it’s mostly porn)

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    06 Aug 2026

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    Shane is in the front pew. His face is—Ilya does not have words for what Shane's face is doing. He has seen Shane angry and afraid and exhausted and soft and undone. He has never seen this: living at the very bottom of a person, surfacing only when every single thing above it has given way.

    This is what it looks like when Shane has nothing left to manage.

    Ilya reaches for him.

    His hand passes through air.

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    Or: Ilya Rozanov turns the same age his mother was when she died. Featuring strange dreams, tarot readings, and a woman with her back to him who keeps appearing where she shouldn’t.

    A man who spent twenty years preparing to die, and one husband who refuses to let him.

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    04 Jul 2026

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    Shane was fourteen the first time a number felt like safety.

    The nutritionist worked out of an office in Kanata, framed certificates, a calm voice, laminated charts with columns. She explained it simply: fuel in, output required, timing of each. She said it was a starting point.

    Shane took notes in the margins the way he took notes on everything—completely, past what was required. Yuna had found the nutritionist herself, sat beside him, and took notes too.

    Like mother, like son.

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    Or: Shane’s system works until it doesn’t; Ilya notices first.

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