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    My Last Single Christmas?

    My Last Single Christmas?

    Did I just spend the day with my brother and sister-in-law as the single younger sister for the last year in my life? We went out to eat, we played games… we caught up on a lot of things… Didn’t mention you… My brother has a friend who is single……

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    Smells

    Smells

    When I worked at the café, I wore Trussardi EDP. Earlier this year, I had Vera Wang Princess. These days, I’ve been wearing Rare Beauty Hair & Body Mist.

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    My Friend the Sound Engineer

    My Friend the Sound Engineer

    Okay, so by now I’ve recorded a Tik Tok, sharing that I have a friend on Gold Coast, who is a… “sound engineer”…? I’m not sure on the exact qualification, but let’s just say it’s that. And yes, I was driving to Brisbane… I started chanting this mantra… the whole…

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    Sunscreen

    I’ll put it onif I’m about to go driving.Especially during the hoursof ten to four, maybe.The UV rays so bright,so sizzling. Tinted windowsbut we’re not allowedthe front screen.Driving gloves? Sometimes,if I remember to wear it. I like to drive in Silence.I like to drive listeningto Podcasts, to Taylor Swift,to Lo-Fi…

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    Rich Boys

    Rich boys don’t impress me.I’ve seen too many of themdo stupid, stupid things.

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    Platonic Husband

    Our friendship was genuine. It took years of monotony; consistency. It wouldn’t have been a safe space, if there wasn’t that much history. Proof that he was safe. He was never going to hurt me. Always a brother. A dependable, platonic friend. Never romantic. Never an attempt. “He’s too… boring?”…

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    The Mini Version

    “He’s just a mini version of the Platonic Husband!” A bit more quirky. A bit more stylish. “You’re always smiling when you see him.” “Am I…?” “Oh my god, you don’t even know. He was WATCHING YOU at the bookstore, before we all went to the restaurant. Platonic Husband was…

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    SingStar

    SingStar

    The best game of the early 2000’s. Little women having fun. Karaoke after school. Older brothers’ apartment. Like simple husbands in the background. Sometimes they’ll be studying. Sometimes they’ll be cooking or cleaning. A safe space. Domestic comfort. The Melbourne best friend, “Let’s watch Playboy Mansion!!!” “Okay…” Who is this…

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    Aunties

    Aunties

    “You look so skinny! How did you lose so much weight in Melbourne?” “I don’t know, Aunty, I guess I just don’t eat when I’m stressed.” “That’s not good. Here, I made some food. Eat!” … “Do you want to join us for volunteering?” “Okay.” — Not really, but she…

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    Brother

    Brother

    She made it back to Gold Coastmalnutritioned, but grateful. She hadn’t seen her older brother in person, for a long, long time. “What happened?”She told him everything, from her perspective. “What the Hell?! This guysounds like a Narcissist.Controlling. Abusive.Loser. Forget about him.” “Yeah, that’s what I planto do. Forget him.”…

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