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MariannaBefore I had even pulled my car into the driveway, my phone buzzed in the cupholder. Then it buzzed again. And again.By the time I unlocked the front door, kicked off my shoes, and threw my keys onto the entryway table, the notification screen was a solid, glowing wall of activity. I stared at it, slightly horrified. Over a dozen matches. In the span of a twenty-minute drive.Apparently, the population of Miami’s desire to meet new people was vastly greater than I had imagined. Or, more accurately, Andrew and Jill had engineered a profile so algorithmically lethal that it was catfishing the entire male demographic of Dade County.I sat down on the edge of the sofa and opened the app, my thumb hovering over the screen like it was a live explosiv
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Marianna"Okay, spill," Andrew said suddenly, pointing his plastic fork at me."Spill what?" I asked, swallowing a mouthful of kale."The tragic backstory," he said, leaning back against a crate, crossing his long legs."There's no tragic backstory," I lied, looking down at my salad."Please," Andrew scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I know a broken heart when I see one. Who was he? Was he ugly? Please tell me he wasn't ugly. I can forgive a lot of things, but I cannot forgive bad taste."I let out a reluctant, breathy laugh. The absurdity of Andrew's priorities chipped away at the defensive wall I had built."He wasn't ugly," I said softly, picking at a cherry tomato. "He was.
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MariannaI quit the internship.I didn't do it in person. I know, I know—cowardice. But if I had to walk back into that blindingly white building, smell the industrial bleach, and look at the cervical rig sitting in the corner of the rehab bay, I think my nervous system would have spontaneously combusted.I sat on my bed on a Thursday morning, the laptop burning a hole through my sweatpants, and stared at the blinking cursor for forty-five minutes. I typed and deleted a dozen variations of apologies and medical excuses. In the end, I went with the clinical truth, stripped of all its messy, bleeding emotional context:Dear Dr. Reinholt and Renate,Due to unforeseen personal and medical circumstances, I am unable to continue m
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MariannaMacro loves me, and I love him too.He didn't love me quietly, or subtly, or perfectly. He loved me with the loud, messy, overbearing, territorial intensity of a boy who had been told from the day I was brought home from the hospital that he was the big brother, and I was his responsibility. He was the one who held my hand when I got stitches in the second grade. He was the one who threatened the boy who called me a name in middle school. He was the one who intercepted the love letter I wrote to Duane because, in his own twisted, immature way, he thought he was shielding me from a heartbreak he knew I couldn't handle.He was my brother. And the bond between us, forged in the fires of a million family dinners and shared secrets, was the most genuine thing I possessed.I pushed myself off the sofa. My legs were shaky, but I forced them to hold my weight.I walked over to where Marco was standing in the middle of the living room. He looked up at me, his eyes shining with unshed
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MariannaI sat on the kitchen floor, right in the epicenter of the blast zone, staring blankly at the disaster area my life had become.The shattered pieces of the ceramic mixing bowl were scattered across the white tile like jagged teeth. The radioactive-red hot sauce had pooled in the grout lines and splattered against the baseboards, looking like a gruesome, low-budget horror movie set. My knees were pulled up tight against my chest, the oversized, faded fabric of my sweatpants acting as a meager shield against the freezing blast of the air conditioning vent overhead.I don't know how long I sat there. Time had lost its elasticity. It could have been ten minutes.I finally forced myself to move.My joints popped and cracked in protest as I pushed myself up off the tile. My legs felt like they were made of damp sand. I walked over to the utility closet, my bare feet avoiding the ceramic shards with robotic precision, and pulled out a broom and a dustpan.I swept up the broken pieces
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MariannaMarco looked at me, at my bruised eyes and my hollow cheeks. Then, he slowly turned his head to look at Duane."You son of a bitch," Marco whispered.Duane blinked, stepping forward, his hands coming out of his pockets. "Marco, wait—"Marco didn’t wait.I saw the exact millisecond his brain misfired, connecting the agonizing dots of my trauma into a completely fabricated, wildly inaccurate picture. I saw the protective, big-brother instinct.With a sudden, explosive burst of pure, feral rage, my brother launched himself across the narrow space of the kitchen.He closed the distance in a fraction of a second. He didn't square up or issue a warning. He just threw his right arm back and launched a massive, uncoordinated, devastating punch directly at Duane’s face.The sound of the impact was sickening. A sharp, meaty crack of bone colliding with bone that echoed off the custom cabinets and rang in my ears like a tuning fork.Duane didn’t even try to dodge. With reflexes that cou
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