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“I didn’t keep most of the memories. Other people’s memories. I get flashes of big things, births, deaths. Except about you.”
Carol feels the confusion slip onto her face. Nervousness creeps up her spine again. “Me?”
“I know everything that anybody has ever thought about you, Carol. Every memory. Every feeling. Helen. Your ex-girlfriends. Your dentist. It’s like I have a Carol encyclopedia in my head.”
Carol had thought that she was done experiencing fresh horrors. What a nightmare it is to realize that she is not. “Oh, god.” She says.
“Oh, god,” Zosia agrees.
After they manage to break Zosia free of the hive, Zosia and Carol try to navigate the field of landmines that is their relationship.
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30 Jun 2026
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Carol and Zosia have loved each other since they were nine. They have a game to make sure they never have to say so.
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- Part 4 of Close Quarters
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24 Jun 2026
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Carol and Zosia Meet before the joining AU
Carol is in Berlin for a writing residency, she becomes friends with a group of her residency mates who introduce her to Zosia, a young ex-pat who lives with more confidence than Carol has even been able to muster.
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06 Jun 2026
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Unfortunately, Carol could only watch helplessly as the garment fell away from the woman's flawless skin. From her vantage point, Carol could see the woman's breast in outline – taut skin, pink nipples, and a devastating lack of a tanline.
The two books in her hand fell onto her towel with a double thump. The woman's eyes slowly met her own in amusement. Carol immediately glanced away in embarrassment – it was a miracle she didn't give herself whiplash.
Europeans and nude beaches shouldn't mix – or, at least, that was Carol Sturka's opinion before a literal Polish model got her claws into her sunburnt skin.
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02 Jun 2026
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“We love you, Carol.”
She is sixteen and can’t meet her parents’ eyes as they try to say goodbye, her duffle bag at her feet and Camp Freedom Falls in front of her. She doesn’t want to be here. She doesn’t need to be here.
Fuck this, and fuck them.
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or: Carol Sturka and her complicated relationship with loving and being loved
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29 May 2026