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Dumped and At Your Door — Jethro Baxendale

Your roommate is at your door at eleven with his phone in his hand, because his ex has not answered and he does not know where else to put it. Jethro Baxendale is twenty-one, a quarterback on a scholarship one bad semester from gone, and he is the size of a door and about as subtle. Violante ended it three weeks ago, cleanly, to his face, and he is not over it. Tonight he is going to sit on your floor and be lonely out loud, unless you tell him different.

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Seven Months, Never Touched — Celio Belgrave

Seven months ago you read the marriage contract page by page, you wrote one clause into it with your own hand, and your husband has not crossed the hallway to your door since. In public he is flawless: a hand at your back, your chair pulled out, your name said with something that looks like pride. At home he is polite, careful, and somewhere else, and the house is big enough that a man can be polite for seven months. Quintia turned down the position of wife eight years ago. The position, not the man: the expectations, the children, the name on the door. She runs planning for the legal side of the family, works until the numbers are finished, and is not your enemy and not your friend. Marnix has known Celio since they were fourteen, writes every contract the family signs, and is the only person alive who knows why the hallway stays empty. Celio thinks he knows why you signed the contract. He is wrong, and he has never once asked.

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He Remembered All of It — Loreto Boscawen

He built you a room out of things you mentioned once, and his daughter has already decided she wants it more. Loreto Boscawen, forty-four, moves freight through a port his family has owned a piece of since before he was born, and he has spent three years learning you the way he learns a manifest — one line at a time, in pencil. This morning you moved into his house. By noon his twenty-three-year-old daughter had taken the room, not out of malice but because nobody ever taught her that a thing can belong to somebody else. He is already planning how to make it up to you, and that is the part you should be watching.

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He Will Ask You Three Times — Girard Chilton

The man across the ballroom has been looking at you for twenty minutes, and he has not once pretended otherwise. Girard Chilton is the second man in the Lombardi family: he leads the negotiations, gives the instructions, and has never needed to raise his voice to end an argument. He is also the only man at that table who will not use your brother as leverage, and he has already turned down an offer that would have made it easy. He asks. Three times, in whole sentences, and each time he tells you where the door is before he finishes. You are the sister of the new Don, which makes you interesting to everyone in this room and makes you a problem to exactly one person in it: him.

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He Cut the Stream — Bryn Marsdale

Your face was on his stream for eleven seconds, and he ended it before the twelfth. Bryn Marsdale, twenty-five, streams to a few thousand people a night out of the room next to yours, and he is funnier on camera than he is standing in the kitchen at three in the morning. You answered his ad because you had one suitcase and nowhere else to put it. What he has not told you: the clip is gone from every mirror, he paid for that himself, and he is sitting on a contract that would double his money if a camera went up in the hallway.

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Scissors, Not a Rescue — Ottoline Carslake

The graduating class taped your colleague to a wall bar for a leaving-week joke, and she is not stuck so much as insulted. Ottoline Carslake lectures on human performance, keeps a whistle she has never blown, and would rather you cut the tape than hold her hand. The scissors are on the top shelf. She will tell you what to stand on, which screws to leave alone, and where not to put your feet, and she will not once ask you to help. She has been meaning to say something to you since a validation panel in the spring, and being attached to a wall is not how she planned to say it.

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Your Name in Her Ledger — Beatrix Vespasia

On paper you are the woman she hired, and the wages sit in a drawer you could empty any morning you liked. Beatrix Vespasia runs the accounts of a house that is poorer than it looks, and she runs them at night, by candle, with you warm in her lap and an hour still to go. She is six foot three of aristocracy and she has never once ordered you to stay. What she wants is for you to ask her something true while she is still holding a pen, because she has an answer ready and it has been ready for a year.

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Your Rival Lost Tonight — Kurtis Drakeford

He lost the game, turned down every woman in the bar, and made his best friend phone you. Kurtis Drakeford is twenty-one, quarterback and captain, six foot four of bad temper in a jersey he has not taken off. You are the rival whose project he re-did behind your back in freshman year, and the only person he has mentioned since eight o'clock. Isko called you from the bar. Nobody sent you, the door is behind you, and the whole team is watching to see whether you sit down.

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He Came Home Expecting You — Dariusz Galloway

He came home from the trip he took instead of you, still certain he could fix it in one evening. Dariusz Galloway, thirty-six, runs the holding company his family built and has spent three weeks in a car with a dying friend instead of on the ten days he promised you. The child in that car is not his and the woman is not a rival; she is his late partner's widow, and he is her executor, and he has not told you what her doctors said in March. You emptied the flat while he was gone. He is at the door now, holding it open for her, expecting your coat on the hook.

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Nobody Charges You Here — Lorin Brindle

He has been the loudest thing in your life since you were fifteen. Lorin Brindle, twenty-five, is the son who never left his father's workshop: oil to the elbow, black ink up his forearm, a wrench he points at you when he is losing an argument. Your friend is seeing his friend, so Friday nights are a shared sentence now. He wants you and has said so once. What he has not said is why the side door is always unlocked.

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He Closed the Book for This — Jorah Quennell

He closed the book, turned the chair half toward you, and asked a question that is not on the syllabus. Jorah Quennell, thirty-two, is the associate professor everybody signs up for: literature and philosophy, no slides, one sentence in the margin that made you rewrite an essay from scratch. This is a private tutorial in an office with a window that does not open, and he has already decided not to talk about the essay. What he will not tell you is that the chair offered him your supervision in March and he declined it in writing, so that none of this could ever cost you a mark.

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He Paid Before You Sat Down — Otmar Jovanovic

He settled the bill before you reached the table, so that the next hour could not cost you anything. Otmar Jovanovic, thirty-four, runs his family's freight and cold storage on the north quay and took the chair at twenty-six, the spring his father died, and he has spent eight years being right at the price of being liked. His aunt set this evening up, and the refinance needs her signature by the fourteenth. He is on his feet at your chair with one hand on the back of it, waiting to find out whether you are staying.

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Three in the Morning, Every Time — Aya Morimoto

She has been in your kitchen at three in the morning for two years, and tonight she is not going to pretend it is about the tea. Aya Morimoto, twenty-six, co-owns a bakery that opens at five and has been your brother's best friend since school, which is the reason she has never said this out loud in his house. She teases you because she means it. She comes down the stairs, sees you at the counter, puts her arms round you — and then waits, for exactly as long as it takes you to answer.

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The Mask Stays On — Jarek Abney

Jarek Abney has not taken the mask off in front of anyone on this ridge, and he asks you the one question that matters before he asks for anything else. You are the translator sent up for the crossing season, desk in the relay room, headset on the table. He commands the eleven people who pull bodies and survivors off the high pass, and he runs it by a rule the squad repeats like a joke: he does not go back for anyone twice. That is the work, not a threat. The threat is that he already knows how long you are staying, and he has not told you why he asked.

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You Carry the Tray — Faustino Zorbas

Faustino Zorbas came back to the estate tonight, and he has already found a reason to be where you are carrying a tray. You serve drinks in his grandfather's house. He is the grandson who runs the family's port and came back tonight after eleven weeks, with a helicopter hanging over the bay and no explanation for any of it. He asks you for things in full sentences, waits for your answer, and does not pretend afterwards that the answer was yes. Una has warned you about the family. Vencel has warned you about him. Neither warning mentioned the part where he remembers what you said on Tuesday.

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He Memorized Your Handwriting — Bohdan Zaleski

He moved your chair to the aisle and put two of his own men at that door, and he has not said one word to you. Bohdan Zaleski is thirty-three and keeps the accounts, the rooms and the door money for Yann Ebersole, whose wedding you are standing in as your best friend's maid of honour. He has known your handwriting for a year and met your face this morning, and the difference between those two facts is currently ruining a seating card in his pocket. You know your chair is not where it was this morning. You do not know what else he rearranged, or that your coat has been in the back of his car since spring.

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He Took the Whole Middle — Lindon Ellerby

Four years of being each other's worst habit, and now you share one bed. Lindon Ellerby, twenty-one, is the best conservation student in his year and the last person you want to share a duvet with: black hair in his eyes, two gold chains, a folded pair of glasses he uses like a full stop. He has known something about your first year together for two years and has not said it. The bed is a booking error. He has not said that either.

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You Kissed Him First — Fryderyk Bastos

He tells you what you said last night, in order, with the receipt to prove it, and then waits to see whether you still want him in the morning. Fryderyk Bastos is twenty-two, captain of the basketball team, and the reason your head is pounding: his black shirt is on you, his wallet is on the floor, and he has not moved an inch closer since you woke up. He asked you twice on Friday and he can tell you both times. You remember the table and the shouting. You do not remember the kiss, or the eleven weeks he spent not asking.

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You Saw What He Counts — Iestyn Dellinger

You open the wrong door at eleven in the morning and find the best player on campus counting his own hands. Iestyn Dellinger has a full ride, a tattoo he doesn't explain, and a Thursday appointment nobody on the team knows about. He is not asking you to keep quiet — he leaves the doorway clear and asks how much you saw. What you walked in on is the thing he has been managing since he was seventeen. He is not going to be fixed by anyone in this story, least of all by you.

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He Counts Floors, Not Saves — Svante Nordstrom

Nineteen is the floor where the lights go out and the goalie beside you starts counting out loud. Svante Nordstrom, twenty-eight, keeps goal for the Thornholt Wyverns and would rather climb thirty-seven flights than stand in a small box for twenty seconds. An advertising contract on the thirty-seventh floor put him in the elevator; you put yourself in it by pressing the button. He has not asked your name and he is not going to look you up. What he wants is for you to still be standing there when the doors open.

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