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June 28
Plus, guys get sweaty when they run, which is always nice to fulfill the subjective, perverted, sexual beauty portion of the attraction. Kyle does not sweat. Kyle runs the same way a freight train makes its inaugural voyage from San Francisco to Honolulu. It’s not a pretty sight when she’s running away from me, and [...]
June 27
We’re just finishing our second lap around the mall when we spot him in line in front of Gloria Jean’s Coffee. Maris shouts and points, and Kyle is off like a rocket. Kyle is not a delicate creature. I think I’ve established this point, but as with many things in my life, it bears repeating. [...]
June 26
Or maybe the force governing time has some perverse sense of humor, and enjoys tweaking me into knots just to watch Interlopers like me squirm. At this point, given what I know about time and the fact that causality has given up and gone home, the malevolent universe theory is one that looks better and [...]
June 25
“I think we should stick together,” I say, pulling my purse close. “I don’t want to get robbed again.” “Good call,” Kyle says. “Well, let’s go. No time like the present.” There is, I have noticed, a distinct difference between looking for someone who is lost, and looking for someone who does not want to [...]
June 24
“I get it, I get it,” the cop says, shrugging. “Okay. Fine, if I see the blonde in the hoodie again, I’ll have you paged. Can I get your name, please?” “Fran Minervudottir,” I say. “Just ‘Fran M’ will be fine.” “Good, good,” the cop says. “Okay. I figure, scum like him likes to be [...]
June 23
Don’t look at me like that, I loved Quantum Leap. “Okay,” the cop says. “I’m afraid we’re going to need more to go on, though.” “Well, look,” Kyle says, pointing to the security camera above him. “Can’t you pull the footage from that and find the guy’s face?” “It’s… it’s not that easy,” the cop [...]
June 22
[It's gonna be okay,] I say, grimacing. [I had the notebook stolen. Without it I can't contact the Order. We have a little problem.] [I wanna go home!] Maris wails. [I'm working on that!] I respond. [Just calm down.] “We gotta call the cops,” Kyle says. “I–” “Mall cop,” I say, pointing. Thankfully it happened [...]