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            <description><![CDATA[&#8220;I&#8217;ll accept it if you also became sexually crippled and haven&#8217;t had sex. If not, your attitude right now is all wrong. You&#8217;re racking up sins in real-time&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;Somerset, stop.&#8221; &#8220;Stop? Stop what?&#8221; Since I’d strayed from my intention of cornering Ethan, stopping was technically the right move. But my defiance got the better of me. A feeling of I’d rather listen to a dog…]]></description>

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            <description><![CDATA[There are more than just one or two reasons why you piss me off, but the first among them is a riddle I simply cannot solve. I don&#8217;t know what these actions of yours mean, nor do I know why you&#8217;re doing this. You know everything about me, but I&#8217;m surrounded by things I don&#8217;t know about you! I have no idea what kind…]]></description>

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            <pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2026 16:19:30 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[It wasn&#8217;t a particularly funny response, but Jonas refreshed the conversation with an awkward laugh. My mother and I looked at him with faces that were strikingly similar and spoke at the same time. “You’re wrong this time, Jonas.” “We were just talking.” Even a great poet like Homer makes mistakes. Even if his timing was off once, it didn’t change the fact that…]]></description>

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            <pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2026 16:18:53 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[Setting aside genetics, the one thing I definitely inherited from my mom is the ability to appraise value. I&#8217;m usually weak with numbers, but strangely, I&#8217;ve become someone who can recite prices without a hitch. This highly developed skill—enough to sear the cost of a passing outfit from a runway show into my brain—often leaves me feeling complicated when it triggers my inner snobbery.…]]></description>

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            <title>MERRY 39</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2026 16:16:30 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[When I left my parents&#8217; place on the Upper East Side to go independent, I ended up getting a house in Chelsea because I fell for a real estate agent&#8217;s sales pitch. Exuding reliability in his stylish suit, he used every flowery word in the book to lure in a rich kid who didn&#8217;t know the ways of the world, all to move a…]]></description>

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            <pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2026 16:15:46 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[&#8220;Will you let go? I&#8217;m not going anywhere.&#8221; I was still holding him around the waist. It wasn&#8217;t hard to unwrap my arms and give him his freedom, but I didn&#8217;t want to. It felt unfair. &#8220;You&#8217;re, ha, holding me too.&#8221; Ethan’s hand, which had been kneading the nape of my neck, was now caressing my shoulder. Gently, as if soothing a raging beast…]]></description>

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            <pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2026 16:14:46 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[With heavy breaths, I kept scraping away at something nameless that threatened to boil over. I scratched at it until it yielded and faded away, leaving only raw traces behind. It wouldn&#8217;t disappear completely; it would linger secretly at the tip of my chin. It would remain a bomb planted inside my body. &#8220;Phew&#8230; ngh.&#8221; My genitals, which I had been stroking relentlessly, dangled…]]></description>

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            <pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2026 16:14:02 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[Thanks to him, even the simplest actions like shifting my position on the bed or fluffing my pillow required caution. It was meant to mess with Ethan, but somehow, it felt like I was the one being punished. I hoped my suffering would lead to some dramatic payoff, but it was just mind-numbingly boring. Come to think of it, I didn&#8217;t think Ethan would…]]></description>

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            <pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2026 16:13:20 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[I stormed out of the car, vigorously shaking my clothes and feeling everywhere from my hair to the nape of my neck. I had to find any bug that might have been planted on me. As I frantically searched my body, my rational thinking paralyzed, Ethan stepped out of the car after me and spoke as if doing me a favor. &#8220;I&#8217;ll tell you…]]></description>

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            <title>MERRY 34</title>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2026 16:12:35 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[I let go of the cushion that had been miserably crushed in the crook of my arm and sat up. As the memory-fueled phantom faded, I was greeted not by the Upper East Side mansion where I was born and raised, but by my own sanctuary in Chelsea. In the midst of the familiar scenery, I rubbed my face and focused on thinking rationally.…]]></description>

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