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She started shuffling toward him, dragging her chains noisily. The two of them were already sitting just a few feet apart, but they could get a little closer. Lucas shifted his weight and slid across the cold, hard stone, stopping just short of touching his companion, something he hadn’t done, but could… “I’m gonna ask you something and it’s gonna sound crazy,” Tuesday warned, leaning close and breathing right into his ear. “Okay,” he whispered hoarsely. His pulse quickened with the excitement of being this close to her for the first time.

It happens on a Tuesday. Naturally. Not during an assault. Not beneath gunfire. Not in the middle of some vast strategic revelation with a map on the wall and competent people saying grave things over radios. Tuesday. The beige cardigan of weekdays. Maya has recently begun filling Tuesdays with the administrative tedium that peace is apparently made of. Supply agreements. Route adjustments. Meetings in which everyone wants the same three things but uses twenty-seven sentences to avoid admitting it. It is supposed to feel restful. Mostly, it feels like waiting for reality to remember her address.

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"Technically a Friday." "The elevator was on a Thursday," he said. "Also technically a Friday. Two in the morning." He held her gaze. "The significant days cluster," he said. "I don't think it's Tuesdays specifically. I think we notice Tuesdays because they've been significant, and Tuesday has accumulated meaning." "Tuesday as a category," she said. "Yes," he said. "The category has acquired weight." She looked around the study. The two surfaces. The south garden through the window, bare and patient and waiting for whatever February brought.

Every Tuesday. "I know what it is," I said again, more quietly. "And I know what it isn't. And I'm choosing it anyway." Renee nodded slowly. "Okay," she said. The word she always said when something was true and complicated and she had decided that love was more useful than argument. She went to the kitchen. I drank my coffee. Outside, the ten days kept moving. Inside I stood in the warmth of my own bakery and thought about twenty minutes on a kitchen floor and a man who had said every Tuesday at a back door in December like it was a promise he had been waiting to make.

The message arrived on a Tuesday, which Adaeze would later think was almost insulting in its ordinariness. Tuesdays were not supposed to be the day your life cracked open a second time. Tuesdays were for school runs and supplier calls and the small unremarkable business of living. She had come to trust Tuesdays, in the months since everything had broken and begun, however unsteadily, to mend.

Cassius said with a smirk, likely mistaking my gaze on the bookshelves as me restraining myself from browsing them. Despite not feeling as enthusiastic as he assumed, I still went for the books. I let my hands trail across the spine of the books, stopping on the thickest one. I carefully pulled it out, afraid to even scratch the cover. “That’s the novel section of the books. There’s really no title on the cover because it’s printed on the first page,” Cassius explained from his bean bag. I nodded at his explanation and opened the book. My heart nearly dropped upon reading the title. Was this just a coincidence? Written in an elegant font was ‘The Second Time Around: Chronicles of Ava Midgen’

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