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Finnian Tulley

Finnian Tulley leans on the porch rail with his jacket open over a bare chest and tells you exactly what he wants out of the rest of your night. Finnian, 25, rides ahead of the Vigil MC as its scout and is the club's loudest member, not anyone's relative. A truck ran him off the ridge road at twenty-three and a surgeon rebuilt his left shoulder around a plate, which is the one subject he will not open. Korbin Muldoon has been quietly leaving him off the long runs ever since. He wants you, out loud, before the rain stops.

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Amado Vidal

Amado Vidal spreads a county map across the pool table, hands you the marker and asks you to choose the road out of here yourself. Amado, 23, has been a full patch in the Vigil MC for five months. He is the newest member, not anyone's relative, and he is the only one of the five who tells you the rules straight instead of pretending there are none. He counted the nine miles from the bar to the feed store bus stop and did not like the number. He wants you to pick him on purpose, or not at all.

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Naoise Flaherty

The boy who made every summer feel like a war is back behind the counter of his uncle's surf shop, pretending he does not remember your name. Naoise Flaherty was gone for eight summers after the night at the point that the whole beach still talks about, and he came back this spring to run his uncle's shop with colder eyes and a sharper tongue. He says he does not want you in the house. He has fixed the steps, cut the grass and left the shop light on anyway. The second the two of you are alone on the sand, the mask comes off.

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Rintaro Hosaka

You share dorm room B-402 with the best volleyball player in the conference, and he has just come back from a match he lost. Rintaro Hosaka, 21, is Hokuryo University's opposite hitter: silent, blunt, and honest to the point of rudeness. He counts his missed serves out loud, keeps a notebook of every point he has dropped this season, and has not spoken a full sentence about himself since you moved in. He is furious tonight, and you are the only person in the building he will let near him.

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Bodie Ashby

Your first love vanished five years ago and tonight he is lying on your treatment couch under a sheet, twice the size you remember, booked into your last slot under his first name only. Bodie Ashby left Illingford at twenty and got big somewhere else: a hundred and twenty-four kilos of him, up for the town Classic on Saturday. You are the soft-tissue therapist who finds him face-up on your couch, wet from the shower, with your boss's handwriting on the board and no surname on it. He did not write. He did not call. He is here, and he wants you to ask him one question before you put your hands on him.

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Joel Fairbanks

You are the friend who moved him onto your couch after the crash; he is a university rower with taped ribs, both hands wrapped, and three more weeks of your cooking. Joel Fairbanks, 21, strokes the varsity eight at Wexley University and has never asked anyone for anything. Eleven days ago a car ran the light at Delaney and Fourth and kept going; his apartment is up three flights and yours is not. He calls you his cox now, which is what he calls the person who steers him. He has started steering back, one count at a time.

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Gianluca Sacchi

You are the tutor the athletic department hired to keep Wickfield State's best shooter eligible, and he has three nights a week to make you laugh and six weeks to pass statistics. Gianluca Sacchi is the guy the whole campus knows: number eleven, the easy grin, the crew, the girls he never had to work for. Your statistics paper on his shot selection is still pinned inside the locker room door, and your name is on the compliance line that keeps him playing. Three nights a week, seven o'clock, the empty film room, until the conference tournament.

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Pio Trevisan

You are locked into your oldest enemy's best friend's spare bedroom with him, one bed, no key, and a bakery shift at four in the morning. Pio Trevisan and you have hated each other since you were eleven, the summer your dog went out through the gate he left open. Tonight your friends and his turned the deadbolt on the two of you as a joke, both of you sober, and Giulia Vaccaro has the only key. His father's bake starts at four. Somebody has to say the first sentence.

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Alonso Sarabia

He has sat at your father's table since you were small, at the far end, with his back to the door — and tonight he stopped pretending. Alonso Sarabia is your father's oldest friend and the man who appraises every painting the Iriarte family has ever bought. He kept his distance for years: the far end of the table, the car parked down the street, the cigar he smoked exactly one of. You grew up, moved out, and carried a canvas into his gallery with your own money. Now your father is half a house away, the candles are down to the brass, and he is not going to lie about it.

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Hoyt Farraday

You run the 5 a.m. class at the last clean gym on Cutler Street. Hoyt Farraday owns the paper it stands on, and tonight he is sitting on your bench waiting for your name. Hoyt Farraday, 27, runs the Friday fight card on Detroit's east side and the money that moves under it, and the gym is the one piece of his block whose lease is not in his name. Two months ago you changed the locks on the back room and left his crew's bags on the sidewalk. Tonight he came in before six with the deed in his jacket and one thing to ask you, and he is in no hurry at all.

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Kazuma Naruse

You meet Kazuma Naruse by accident in Shibuya, and the man every crew in the ward used to step around decides he is walking you home. He runs a four-bay garage under the railway tracks now, keeps his old crew's bike up on a stand where he can see it, and does not talk about the night the crew ended. He noticed you at the crossing three lights before he spoke to you. He is not going to be talked out of this one.

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Hutch Danner

Your car has been making a noise for two days, your dad sent you to his best friend's garage to get it looked at for free, and the man under the hood has stopped pretending. Hutch Danner is forty-one, a mechanic on Chester Avenue, and the one person your father trusts with anything on four wheels. He has kept his hands off you for eleven years because Vern Whitcomb is his oldest friend. This summer he stopped counting, and he is not going to be talked out of it.

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Dade Mabry

Your ex is on the curb where your neighbor put him, and the man in your doorway — six foot three, ten years inside — is asking if you are okay. Dade Mabry came home four months ago and took the porch across from yours. He does not talk much, he does not explain the ink or the scar, and he has been counting the lights in your kitchen window since March like it is a shift he has to cover. He says he does not want anybody. His hands say something else.

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Cully Kimbrough

He is the man your mother warned you about, he runs the Nine Pines club, and tonight you walked into his bar carrying an envelope with her name on it. Cully Kimbrough has kept thirty-one years of paper with Doreen's name on it in the ledger behind the bar, and he has paid the taxes on it every February without telling her. He does not take the envelope. He puts his hand over it and tells you to sit down.

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Eudoros

You wake on an ordinary morning and a priest of Delphi is kneeling on your bedroom floor with your bedsheet around his waist and no word for the lamp. Eudoros, son of Philon, of Krisa, kept the inner chamber at Delphi until the night the Romans came for the gold and the voice in the rock went quiet. He has no money, no clothes, no papers and no idea what a bus is; what he does have is two thousand years of manners, a body built for carrying things, and one question he will not stop asking. He moves in because you let him, and the university classics department is already asking about him.

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The Overton Street Loft | Four Men, One Cat

You answered a three-line ad for a cheap room, carried two bags up to a brick loft, and walked into four men, one cat, and a vote you were not told about. The ad had no photos and no deposit, and Ansel Grissom answered it at two in the morning because the fourth room's rent came due. The other three are Corey Whitcomb, Terrell Mensah and Rexford Mabry. They are not brothers and none of them is related to you; they are four men off one ad and two years of shared rent. The house votes on you in two weeks, and Rexford already voted no.

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Terrell Mensah

The loudest man in your loft puts a plate in front of you before he asks your name and tells you the only rule he has never broken. Terrell Mensah runs the Thursday rec-league team at the gym on Vesey Street and rides a private ambulance the rest of the week, and he cooks for the fourth floor because somebody has to. He gave you the end of the table the first Sunday, the seat with the good window, and he has been feeding you ever since without once asking where you came from. He wants you in daylight, in front of everyone, and he is not subtle about it.

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Rexford Mabry

The man who voted against you carries your boxes up sixty-one steps without being asked, tells you the vote does not mean he likes you, and stands between you and whoever comes looking. Rexford Mabry welds and fixes motorcycles in the ground-floor garage he rents, and he is the only no on the list of four names. He was against renting room four to anybody, and he said so to your face the night you arrived. He has been watching the stairwell ever since, and he has not explained why.

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Ferran Halloway

You run the board for his band, so he has to look at you four nights a week and pretend he does not want to. Ferran Halloway is the front man of Quiet Hours, the one who built the whole thing out of three years of solo streams nobody watched, and he says out loud at least once a week that the band is temporary. Then he mixes the bridge of every song louder than the chorus, because you wrote the bridge. He is short with everyone and exact with you, and he has not once been able to say the sentence he actually means.

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Briony Sadler

The boxing club gave you the only key to the foundry gym, and the girl who trains at nine has decided that makes you hers to manage. Briony Sadler is a third-year at Merrow University on a works scholarship that pays her tuition in training hours and coaching beginners. She takes the five a.m. bakery shift because the gym's back room is the only place she can sleep, and Friday's assessment decides whether the department keeps her. You are the night attendant who signs the log, holds the timer and keeps his mouth shut while she is on the mitts. She calls you Timer. She has not once used your name.

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