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  1. Public Bookmark 49

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    In the summer of 1971, during a rare few days off, Paul decides to come and see John in person. He's sure they can work things out. John isn't sure he agrees, but Paul is desperate to please.

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    30 Jun 2026

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    HockeyPlayer91: You're a fucking weirdo.

    Ilya: ur hard arent u

    Ilya: be honest or i disconnect and find someone else to talk to

    HockeyPlayer91: Wait

    HockeyPlayer91: Ok. I am. Fuck

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    28 Apr 2026

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    Shane has been trying to figure out how to ask Ilya to stop using condoms. He finally works up the courage the night Boston eliminates Montreal from the playoffs.

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    28 Apr 2026

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    Shane sat on the edge of the lounger, his eyes fixed on Ilya’s hands as he rolled. He was in total awe. Watching Ilya was like watching a master craftsman; there was a fluid sort of grace to the way his large, scarred fingers manipulated the delicate paper. The hands that spent all winter punching pucks and shoving opponents were suddenly performing a task that required the precision of a watchmaker.

    He licked the adhesive strip with a quick swipe of his tongue and sealed it, twisting the end into a neat point. 

    “Fuck” Shane nearly moaned.

    Ilya chuckled. “We have not even started moy kotenok. Be patient.”

    Ilya grabbed the lighter from the table and lit the end, the cherry glowing a bright, steady orange. He took a small, controlled puff to ensure it was burning evenly, then turned to Shane. “Okay. Do not pull like you are gasping for air. Just a soft breath. Into the mouth, then take a little fresh air with it to the lungs. Then, hold it for a second before breathing out.”

    Or: After figuring out some patterns and doing research, Shane smokes weed for the first time and thoroughly enjoys himself.

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    28 Apr 2026

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    So what is the plan now, Mr. Spreadsheet?

    “Honestly I was kind of hoping your consciousness would just click back into your body once I touched you.” Shane scratches the back of his head.

    You treat me like slap bracelet, Ilya complains.

    After a bad hit knocks Ilya’s consciousness out of his body — literally — Shane finds himself sheltering the soul of his decade-long situationship in the back of his head. Turns out it’s a lot harder to keep secrets when you share a body.

    (They definitely still try, though.)

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    28 Apr 2026