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“Five minutes until we need to be out the door for the Herrera show.” I shove in a new pair of studs and crouch—carefully, so I don’t rip...

“I really wish you hadn’t done that, Andy.” I step onto the sidewalk and press my phone tighter to my ear, weaving through the crowd...

I sit on the rough stone, tracing doodles I can’t even see. There’s really not much else to do when you're falling through a void, a slab...

It’s packed tonight. Bluefin is wall-to-wall with sushi platters, glittery drinks, and people dressed to celebrate in their own style....

When did holiday dinners start feeling like interrogations? “Cancel culture has gone too far,” Gammie huffs. “All my friends’ grandkids...

New Jersey is fucking cursed .  I’m a sweaty mess, sprinting to Gate 63. There’s no way I’m making it.  It’s not like I didn’t plan...

After three nights of editing with Miranda at the townhouse, you’d think I’d be past the strangeness of it. And mostly, I am. Just like...

Legal meetings are a lot like papercuts. You don’t notice the sting until you’re already bleeding. I don’t say a word the entire...

In college, two months felt like forever. I was a different person between the first day of classes and midterms.  Now, two months is...

Just five more steps,  I tell myself, panting and sweating through my winter coat. Just four more steps and I’ll never have to move ever...

“She did what?” Doug sputters, laughing. I lounge back on his sofa—way comfier than the one I picked up off the side of the road and...

I’m scrolling through apartment listings, the entire office quiet and dark.  This is pointless,  I think, scrolling past yet another...

The twins look absolutely miserable.  Sure, they’re not exactly angels on the best of days, but seeing them slouched in their chairs...

“No, Nigel.” I’m typing furiously, messaging with one of McQueen’s underlings. If she thinks having the flu is really going to be enough...

I walk into the office Monday morning exhausted and determined.  It’s time to put Mission: Protect the Queen  into effect.  I’ve spent...

More adrenaline junkies should work in publishing,  I think as I lean back in my chair, slipping my heels free from the beautiful but...

The elevator doors slide open, revealing the eerily still reception area.  Alright, Andy. Crisis mode, engage. With a quick breath, I...

I wake up and my cheeks hurt. I think I was smiling in my sleep.    It’s Sunday morning, and my smile widens before I even open my eyes....

My stomach, grumbling loud and actually painful, eventually ends my Survivor  marathon of dissociation. I guess it’s time to be a human...

The phone barely rings twice before my mom’s voice bursts through the speaker.  “Oh, Andy! It’s so lovely to hear from you sweetie, just...