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Then I mouthed slowly, “One person’s trash is another person’s treasure. How pathetic.” Clearly, she did not catch on. She just saw it as provocation. She stomped her heel and scoffed. “You just wait!” My phone pinged with another message from Peter. He had sent me an encrypted file. [Ellora, the professor heard you’re willing to come back. He wants to know if you’re interested in this classified project. If you say yes, you’ll need to have your current identity wiped.] The wind outside rustled the branches. Melissa’s discarded pregnancy test was swept into the trash can.

My mood plummeted and I took a step back. Lucas looked at me confusedly. "What's wrong?" I took another step back. Why would anyone want me? Why would a filthy, tarnished creature like me be allowed near such beauties? Suddenly, the grass felt cold under my feet. Gasping, I looked down. Right were I was standing was a patch of dead, brown grass. I didn't realize I was crying until a lone tear rolled down my cheek. The brown patch was growing, spiralling outwards from my feet and killing the surrounding grass.

Just share him—Monday, Wednesday, Friday for Betty, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday for you! Everyone thought they were hilarious. I just sat there, staring at my screen while this sour, bitter feeling crept up and choked me. Tears slid down before I could stop them, splashing onto my phone. They were so in the wrong. And yet somehow, they had the nerve to act like I was the problem. How ridiculous. People like that weren't even worth my tears. I wiped my face and scrolled through the chaos. Among the trash comments, one caught my eye: [Can I be your groom?]

Keeping one arm around Logan’s neck, I extend the other out and run my fingers along the surface of the water. “Me too. But I want more food.” “There’s supposed to be a farm truck not far from where we parked. Or at least that’s what I read online.” “That sounds familiar. I might have watched a few YouTube videos about the whole Road to Hana drive.” I bring my other arm back in and rest my hand on Logan’s shoulder. My heart hasn’t stopped hammering since he pulled me into the water. “You’re so thorough.” “I like to have all my bases covered.”

Of Moira choosing to be full. “Then we teach them,” I say. Silas steps out of the hollow. “I can open it,” he says. “Null was made to be a key. To silence. But I’m not Null anymore.” He puts both hands on the iron trunk. No light. No power. Just a boy, touching metal. “I forgive you,” he tells the bones inside. The iron tree shatters. Not explodes. Unmakes. Rust races up the trunk, branches, roots — in seconds, a thousand years of age hits at once. It collapses into dust.

"That is approximately fourteen quintillion entries of pure digital garbage, Jack. Corrupted files, null transactions, dead currency from dissolved dimensions. Why?" "Dump it. All of it. Into the Hungry. Force-feed it fourteen quintillion courses of absolutely meaningless cosmic noise." Ben paused for exactly one-point-three seconds. Then his vampiric grin was audible through the comms. "Initiating bulk transfer of rejected assets. Target: the big ugly mouth."

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

He paused, gathering the attention again, bringing a silence in the crowd, moving forward to hear more. “Fiend Forgery, the heart of Katastrofi.” Their jaws almost dropped, the temptation affected their mind to fathom, to learn more about it. “What does it do?” Persephone asked. “What is Katastrofi?” Vera asked too, “Does it kill you?” Randall asked. “What does it look like?” Followed by Kriss. “Would you die if you touched it?” And Zen. “Can it be consumed?” And Avin. All of them had their share of questions growing wild to know what it is about.

I whisper, putting all my sincerity into it. "Lo so (I know*), Amore mio. But, me ne frego (I don't care*). The stronzo (asshole*) is dead and buried." Elio stops talking momentarily, then looks up at his little brother. "Get out of here. I don't need you anymore." Matteo greets us with a simple nod and leaves. Then, Elio pulls me against him and comes to whisper in my ear: "You will be happy to know that this stronzo was the last one on the list."

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