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Carol finds it in the third week of living alone with an unhived Zosia: a New York Times article, “To Fall In Love With Anyone, Do This.” An intimacy experiment involving thirty-six increasingly personal questions and, at the end of it, four uninterrupted minutes of eye contact, which sounds fake and humiliating and somehow still not bad enough to stop her.
Carol, obviously, prints it out.
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30 Aug 2026
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The attraction isn’t new.
No, that has been there since the moment Vince hit play on that audition tape.
The guilt that that’s begun accompanying it however, is a different matter entirely.
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28 Aug 2026
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Zosia leans into Carol’s ear, ‘how I want to fuck you has nothing to do with my eyes’ she whispers, out of breath. Carol can’t help but think that fucking Zosia would have everything to do with her eyes.
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28 Aug 2026
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Carol looks up at her and frowns, obviously not expecting her. But the fight doesn’t leave her. “He got my drink wrong three times.”
“Did he get your drink wrong, or are you downing them and then asking for a free remake?”
“I—” Carol stops. Lets out a breath. “Look, lady. It’s not my fault if he has to remake it. I shouldn’t have to pay for a drink that’s wrong.”
“Correct,” Zosia says. “If the drink is wrong, it will be replaced. You, however, are drinking the drink, despite it being wrong, and therefore are going to pay for the additional drinks you’ve been brought.”
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27 Aug 2026
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“Crawl to me,” Zosia purrs a few seconds later, a sly smile on her lips, daring Carol to challenge her.
Carol scoffs, eyes narrowed as she shakes her head, “What? No. I’m not crawling on the floor.”
Zosia doesn’t respond, instead simply tilting her head and staring back at Carol, waiting for her to move. Another few seconds pass, and Carol is still standing in the doorway with a dumbfounded expression, so Zosia arches an eyebrow and purses her lips, the silent question hanging between them, an open invitation for Carol to put an end to this.
“It’ll ruin these pants,” Carol attempts to brush off the command again, gesturing down at her slacks.
In all of Carol’s protesting, one word never passes her lips. The desire to say it doesn’t even form in her mind, no matter how humiliating Zosia’s instruction is. Maybe because of it.
Zosia shrugs and hums, “So take them off and then crawl over to me.”
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26 Aug 2026