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    "Troy," Roz said, "We are on deserted island."

    "We're probably just in the Keys."

    "In the Keys on deserted island, yes! Fuck!" Rozanov said. Barrett was startled by the outburst; Rozanov's shoulders dropped. He was still flipping his phone around in his hands. "Sorry. Fuck."

    "Wow. Did you just apologize for something?"

    Rozanov kicked a rock.

    "It could be a lot worse," Barrett said. "I mean, imagine if you'd been stuck out here with Boston, you guys would've already killed each other. Lord of the Flies style."

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    07 Jun 2026

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    an absolute gem. makes me laugh every time xDD

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    Yuna has let go of a lot in her life, including her own dream to play professional hockey. But that's alright; she has Shane and David and they have built a storybook legacy together. Then Ilya Rozanov gets hurt and suddenly Shane's calling her asking if they'll go pick up his archrival from the hospital.

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    20 May 2026

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    19 May 2026

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    “Oh my god,” the intruder says, voice coming faster and higher-pitched. “Shane, what the fuck? Oh my god.”

    “Eeleeyah, come to my cottage,” Ilya mocks, voice muffled by Shane’s skin. “Don’t go to Russia. Come to my house instead. Is so private. No one will know…we will be completely alone. Together.”

    “Oh my god, is that Ilya Rozanov?” the intruder yelps like he's about to start hyperventilating. “Why is Ilya Rozanov half-naked in our kitchen, Shane?”

    “Okay, I know how this looks,” Shane tells Ilya, “But I mean, technically, we are still alone. Together.”

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    At the cottage, Shane and Ilya meet eighteen year old Shane Hollander. This is really only a surprise for one of them. Everyone handles it as well as can be expected.

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    04 Apr 2026

  5. Rec *

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    I’m smart in Russian. It fucking pisses me off—I sound like a toddler in English. The language simultaneously makes no fucking sense and is pathetically boring. It has no complexity, no richness, no nuance. It’s impossible to create the same layers of thought in English that I can in Russian. It’s as if I am trapped inside myself and can only use a megaphone held by a third grader to speak with him.

    I want to say things to him that make no sense in English but would make him melt in Russian. My mother used to read poems by Pushkin to me when she tucked me in, and I want to read them to him, but every translation I find is fucking dull and stupid. He won’t even let me call him my “lover” because English has ruined that word. I hate English.

    Or, Ilya tries to use poetry to get better at English.

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    03 Apr 2026