“Oh Sergei, do you think we’ll ever escape this festering plain, this landscape of ennui and emptiness, so that we can share our love as it was meant to be shared?”
“What Sergei? I can’t hear you through my containment suit?”
“Oh, I love you too Sergei. Fishheads. We’ll have fishheads! And bathe our radiation sores together!”
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More awkward embraces at alltop. And for all of you who’ve already seen this, and a few of the other posts of the last few days, my apologies — I’m consumed by this novel editing thing. Originally posted November, 2009.