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“You were testing us. Testing me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Jack leans forward on the small table and Mohan leans back, but her mouth is quivering. “Did we pass your test, Doctor Mohan?”
The smirk breaks through, a dimple emerging on her cheek and - oh, that’s disorienting. Jack collects himself while she glances at her phone. “Under ten minutes. Not bad.”
“Usually my clients aren’t actively avoiding me, so you’ll have to forgive me the oversight this time.” He takes her soda and sips idly from the same straw.
Her lips grow into something wider, wilder. “Guess you’ll have to do better next time, Mr. Abbot.”
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21 Jul 2025
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"You can prove yourself this time." Samira leans against the bookshelf, slides one ankle over the other, the slit of her skirt revealing the barest hint of skin. "You can resist temptation."
A beat of silence, two.
"Can't you, Father Abbot?"
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or, the (loosely) fleabag-inspired AUBookmarked by AnF
16 Jul 2025
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When he boards the elevator he’s upset. By the time he leaves the elevator he’s angry, each reverberation of his feet hitting asphalt felt in the remaining bones and surgical grade titanium in his right leg, all the way up to his hip. It takes him less than sixty seconds to walk from the parking deck to the ambulance bay. Ten feet from the entrance, he sees Robby walk through the first set of doors, past Ahmad, and then through the second set of doors. His pulse roars in his ears, his heart pounding in his chest. For the first time in years, Jack Abbot feels something approximating rage, an emotion he has long assumed to be medicated out of him.
His hands furl into fists.
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Robby commits the critical error of making Samira cry. Jack reacts.
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07 Jul 2025
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One year out from Pittfest, Samira looks at her life and it’s not what she wants. A character study.
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25 Jun 2025
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“Robby’s observing today,” Dennis replies, looking vaguely intimidated. “Final decisions on casting for the summer season.”
“Then who’s teaching class?” she asks the barre around her.
“Someone completely useless,” Emery says, rolling her eyes.
Mel leans closer. “Jack Abbot’s back from London. He’s choreographing a new ballet.”
Samira’s heart skips a beat.
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25 Jun 2025