Renata: “Go fuck yourself, Ferros!”

Camille: “Fuck me yourself, coward!”

Renata, with Camille in bed beside her: fuck.

How it's going:

Camille: “Who's that stupid idiot with that child?”

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Candace had never done the whole...hook up thing, really. Mostly because she had been in high school, fumbling through her sexuality with other girls (and a few boys) who were trying to figure it out too. It hadn’t been romantic or even cute. Just...necessary in its way.

And when she’d come to Swynlake, she had been a lot more focused on moping. Then there had been Ashlé, which had been sweet but then sour, like a sour patch kid. Also, she’d had a nice big house to hook up in. Also, it hadn’t been hooking up because they’d been dating. 

It was better than a room at the Tipton and late night booty calls.

Not that the sex was bad. It wasn’t. Aquata was like a whirlwind. She blew in and she blew out and didn’t stay long. Candace felt like she didn’t really know her. Which was kind of weird to her. Not terrible...just weird. She wondered if Aquata even liked her or if it was just physical. The holidays were just around the corner and Candace was--wanting someone to cuddle with. Tis the season and all that.

She didn’t know how to bring that up, so everytime, Aquata slipped away like water and made Candace feel just a little more alone. 

So, this time, she was determined as she slunk about the room, gathering up her clothes. She pulled her sweater over her head, curling her toes in her tights as she glanced around the room for her skirt.

“Uh, I’m kinda hungry,” Candace hedged, “you wanna--grab something to eat?”

Los «Sonetos de humildad» de Héctor Cossío Salinas

Además de su faceta como literato, el abogado Héctor Cossío Salinas (Cochabamba, Bolivia, 1929-1972) llegó a ser diputado nacional y más tarde alcalde de su ciudad natal. Impulsó la revista Canata, fue miembro del grupo «Gesta Bárbara» y presidente de la Unión Nacional de Poetas y Escritores de Bolivia. Igualmente, fue asesor editorial y codirector de la Enciclopedia Boliviana de «Los Amigos del…

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A few days after Christmas, Candace reached out to Aquata to see if she wanted to get together. Joking about how families were stressful and maybe they both needed a little break seemed to work and they’d slipped off to the Tipton, as they had every other time.

This time, though, when everything was said and done, Candace’s heart was still beating a bit hard. She rolled over in the bed to rummage around in her bag. When she got her hand on the smooth wrapping paper, she pulled out the gift she had bought for Aquata. 

Rolling back over, she put it in her lap, sitting up a little in bed, tucking the covers under her armpits. 

“Uhm,” she started awkwardly, having second thoughts, but it was too late now. Besides, no one was ever mad getting a gift, right? “Here. This is for you.” Candace handed over the little square package.