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  1. Public Bookmark 14

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    "Watch me?"

    "Yes." He could see it. Spread him out and pin him up like a bug, wind him up, watch him go. "Would you let me?" Matt already knew the answer. This was already how Jay moved for him, played for him, every day.

    Jay's eyes met his, heavy. "Sure."

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    06 Jul 2026

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    "So, either way…" Jay kept giving him that look: are you dumb? Aren't you getting it? Then he said the shortest and most devastating sentence Matt had ever heard, like, fuck you, Hemingway: "I was yours."

  2. Public Bookmark 18

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    Shit was like Ringu. A grainy YouTube video with less than 100 views when Matt stumbled across it.

    Nirvana the Band Live at the Rivoli, April 3, 2009

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    Matt and Jay's Calgary-based harsh noise duo gets a show at Worst Chance...

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    05 Jul 2026

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    That look on Jay’s face was fucking scary, best of all, more thrillingly terrible than any of the commentary online, than any of the angry faces in the crowd, some kind of demonic combination of her face-splitting grin and her boundless-love look, the most perfect thing Matt had ever made.

  3. Public Bookmark 17

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    Efforts to get a show at the Rivoli are derailed by a trip to the cinema and its several consequences.

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    04 Jul 2026

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    When they were kids, sleepovers in the basement until it got weird, Jay did this sometimes, opening the floodgates on his brain only in total darkness, like a church confessional. I think I’m gonna bomb this recital. I failed the math test. Sometimes I feel like my brain won’t stick on anything. Nobody on earth would have ever noted Matt as specially adept at the craft of listening but he listened to this. This stuff was important. It was going to be worth something someday.

  4. Public Bookmark 70

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    Two weeks before the premiere of the biggest film of Dave's career, Bro kills himself.

    “Dead,” Dirk repeats over the phone. “Bro is D-E-A-D, dead. The apartment is a shithole. Even though the man of the hour is staying in Chez Morgue Drawer, he did a number on the place first. I wouldn’t be asking if I could handle it myself.”

    “Just call the Hoarders people. He’s your guy. I didn’t even know him.” Despite being iteration ten thousand, the lie feels less natural than it usually does. “I don’t need to be there. Neither of us do.”

    “Totally.” Dirk sounds like sidewalk. “Yeah, no, that was my first thought, but then I slept on it and applied a modicum of critical thinking. In that 'Puppet Fetish Porn Studio Unearthed in Childhood Home of Indie Darling' is gonna boost neither of our ratings.”

    Despite the tags, this is a comedy. Or is it?

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    24 Jun 2026

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    Dirk looks at you for a long moment, during which you trust he is carefully considering your points and assembling a rebuttal. Finally he sighs, mutters, “Whatever, Reaganomics. Trickle down these,” and heads to the guest room to unpack. This might be the first family argument you’ve ever won.

  5. Public Bookmark 49

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    There are no windows in the Skydome’s cramped detention room so nobody gets the moment that Jay’s nose starts bleeding, dripping heavily into his lap. His hands are still cuffed behind his back. He tries to wipe the blood off on his shoulder and succeeds in smearing it across his lips, over his left cheek. It keeps dripping like a leaky faucet. 

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    18 Jun 2026

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    “What?” Matt is properly preening. Like a cat at a canary buffet, with a huge-ass glass of cream. “Double suicide for no reason? That’s crazy. You’re crazy.”