The Hollow Places

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Do objects that are loved know that they are loved?

From your lips to God’s ears,

“I’m writing a memoir about being raised by religious party clowns.”

Words are meaningless until you read them.

Good. This is eerie.”

and I didn’t say anything and we both did not say anything so loudly that the room rang with our silence.

My internet armor had been built up in the fanfic battlegrounds

“That makes absolutely no sense.”

“As opposed to everything else about this situation, which has been remarkably straightforward?”

Oh God, why had I run into my room? It was instinct, pure stupid instinct. I’d run to the bedroom and locked the door because some part of me believed that it was A Safe Place and surely the corpse-otter would respect the ancient rules of privacy and not open the door.