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Playlist/Bingo: Xanadu

Playlist/Bingo: Xanadu

He tried not to carry forth keepsakes. He was already burdened down by memories, he didn’t need the extra weight. It didn’t take long to realize it would be wise to hold onto a few things, however, and then it was hard to keep from tucking away things of less value. He hadn’t even pretended to believe things like the broken pottery would appreciate in value, but the future always surprised him.

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Playlist/Bingo: War on Drugs

Playlist/Bingo: War on Drugs

There were times I understood his choice. When I left another home, ran another time. When all I could see in my future was the freezer and wanted any fate but that.

Mostly, though, I remembered how broken our mother’s eyes were when I finally made it home. I remembered how everything he’d built was shattered with the bullet. I remembered how it didn’t stop the company from taking what it wanted.

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Playlist/Bingo: Vox

Playlist/Bingo: Vox

He read their past, spun as fantasy and published for children. Part of him wanted to hold it against Bea, but he’d been closer to her than the others and would forgive her almost anything. It wasn’t like there was a danger, not really, in her sharing the story. It just… hurt.

All they had done and all they had lost, spread across the pages. All he had lost.

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Playlist/Bingo: Unloved

Playlist/Bingo: Unloved

I thought, when I got into this, that I’d be telling the stories of those more lost than myself. It never seemed like a big thing, certainly not “of utmost importance” as my father would put it. Just an honest thing. After so many years racking muck for the sake of a byline and a paycheck, that seemed like enough.

Every face has a story, but every city has its secrets. The second is often connected to the first. We may not think, in our ever connected and thoroughly documented world, that there is anything left in the shadows, but if that were true, no one would ever disappear into them. All mysteries would be solved and all families able to mourn.

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Playlist/Bingo: Too Close

Playlist/Bingo: Too Close

It’s a clich├ę, but it’s still true: attachments are dangerous. I’ve done better than the other by using it as my guiding principle. Don’t set roots, keep moving, stay casual. But that’s a fucking lonely way to exist, especially when you’re on the outside looking in one what you want more than anything.

Never knew how much worse it’d be to get invited in.

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Playlist/Bingo: Some Nights

Playlist/Bingo: Some Nights

His life is predictable cycles. He’ll find the world impossibly young, knowing it’s only because he’s impossibly old, and take himself away from it, as though space lessens the need and time is anything but an enemy.

He counts, during these times, all the things it has taken from him, from the specifics of home and family to the generalities of language and culture. He uses them to keep himself apart, but it’s a battle he can’t win and the losses pileup until they almost crush the life out of him. Almost, but never completely. When wishing they could, wishing they would, becomes too strong, he has to close the distance just to keep from going mad.

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Playlist/Bingo: Rain

Playlist/Bingo: Rain

When I was a child, I can remember believing charms had magic and rhymes had power. The very connection between the words made cracks and errant steps dangerous to my mother, and rain could be banished to some distant point in the future. It never seemed to bother me that the storms didn’t stop immediately, or that my mother’s back remained intact even through occasional inattention.

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Playlist/Bingo: Queen of Rain

Playlist/Bingo: Queen of Rain

The city seemed to dim at night, the light of the business district shutting off below her. Rebbeca knew it was illusion, that the back streets were garishly bright, but she appreciated the effort all the same. Pretending the city needed its sleep even if its inhabitants didn’t, and night existed to have it.

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Playlist/Bingo: Put Your Lights On

Playlist/Bingo: Put Your Lights On

The streets were never truly dark anymore. Even when the streetlamps burnt out there were windows, signs, traffic light, more than enough to see by. Sometimes Gai missed the deeps shadows.

He didn’t need them, but he’d always enjoyed the illusion. The way people thought evil only lived in the dark and the light would protect them. He knew better, but it was a deception he’d allowed himself for years. Now he only gave it a hat tip by keeping his hunting to the night.

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