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    Z365 – 010 – 911

    Mario appears in the doorway. How do I know it’s him? Well, do you know that “don’t forget leg day?” workout meme? Mario needs better friends to remind him of that. What he lacks in height, he…

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    Z365 – 009 – Lights

    I end up staring at my phone for several seconds straight. What the fuck is going on? I check the street down below again. It does look more deserted than usual. The air smells normal when I…

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    Z365 – 008 – Booty Call

    The entire way home I spend with my teeth clenched, grumbling inside my head. Don’t lie—you know exactly what I mean. Nobody just shrugs off losing a pointless argument. Least of all me. It gets better as…

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    Z365 – 007 – Soup

    The annoying chime of my phone wakes me up what feels like moments after my head hits the pillow again, but the dastardly device lets me know it’s actually early in the afternoon—what usually constitutes an early…

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    Z365 – 006 – Agent

    I’m rudely awakened by loud pounding on my door. Squinting at my phone reveals that it’s 10 A.M. Fuck my life. Blindly, I grope for a hoodie to put on over my PJs. The pounding resumes, going…

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    Z365 – 005 – Connections

    As soon as I’m back home, I sag against the inside of my door, the coke bottles clutched to my chest. It’s only then that I realize that I forgot to pick up some food, as the…

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    Z365 – 003 – Deli

    It’s nice and quiet outside, which, in hindsight, should have been quite alarming, but as I traipse down the street to Mike’s Deli, I don’t mind not getting accosted by myriads of assholes right away. It’s quiet…

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    Z365 – 002 – City of Dreams

    This story begins how all good stories do—or should: with someone running out of ramen noodles and in desperate need of a coke. It’s such a normal, mundane thing. It’s beautiful. Well, not if you’re the one…

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    Z365 – 001 – Prologue

    Hi, I’m Mal. Short for Malory, because my parents were funny like that. If you’re reading this, I’m probably dead. Or lost this journal, which is unlikely since scribbling in it is the only thing that keeps…