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  1. gens du pays by

    “Do you think you can love two people at once?” Shane asked his mom in a moment of weakness, when they were wrapping up a call about a prospective brand deal. He should have been on his laptop looking at numbers on spreadsheets and coordinating his calendar which was already so full he could tell you exactly what he would be doing half a year from now down to the half hour. Instead, he was laying on his bed with his phone pressed up against his ear and his eyes closed counting imaginary stars in a bright night sky. He should go to sleep soon.Or, Shane embarks on casual sex with yet another Russian.
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  2. future tense by

    "I have to go soon," Shane rasped. He was wearing a Dynamo sweater even though he had plenty of his own clothes here. Sleep still clouded his mouth.Ilya could have done anything then. Said he needed sleep. Gone to kiss Shane where the hoodie string had left an imprint across one cheek. It wasn't a free day for Shane. At best they had an hour.Instead he said, without any conscious thought at all: "How did he fuck you?"
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  3. found it on my own by

    In the stale hallway of the Sports Hall of Fame, he understands the cottage more. He has to wander down unpaved paths for privacy.Ilya looks over at the growing crowd around Shane. There are things to learn, he decides. There are things to learn that cannot be kept behind glass in this wretched museum.Or, Ilya and Shane learn each other.
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  4. fool in the fetter by

    "When I was old enough, sex was the other thing I did to keep my mind and body busy.""May I ask when 'old enough' was?""Fourteen, I think. Something like that."
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  5. earthworks by

    But that was in another country.
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  6. Double Junction by

    Ilya complains, but his suitcase is light. It's summer on the lake and all of Shane's people are in the same place.
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  7. Distinct Kicking Motion by

    Shane and Ilya, in the cottage, trying new things. Like being in love. And foot jobs.
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  8. Diamond Cut by

    Ilya gives Shane a gift. Shane has a sneaking suspicion it cost more money than Ilya is letting on.
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  9. Dance Yrself Clean by

    And it was nice, having someone who distilled every action so completely it was almost binary: you are doing this for hockey, or you are doing this for Shane. The choice was simple. But it didn’t stop him from wondering on occasion if he had made his life smaller. The thought kept him up at night like the sound of Shane’s voice when they’d sat at the table with his parents for the first time—he’s trying to be loyal to me, not Boston.The terror of thinking he had betrayed himself balanced perfectly by the thrill of knowing Shane liked it. Total equilibrium.—Two summers, nine years apart, and the changes they bring.
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  10. cradle by

    “Our kid is going to be so spoiled,” Shane groans. “Maybe we’ll learn how to be stricter during camp. It’s long hours and kids need structure.”They lay there in silence.“I wish I knew you when you were a kid,” Shane admits. “Those pictures of you make me want to cry.”
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  11. core update by

    The change is gradual, and no one could fault Shane for missing it; the damning videos that creep in are, in many ways, exactly the same as all the others.
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  12. Collide by ,

    The year is 2184.An asteroid 60 kilometres wide is on a collision path with the Earth.As a last-ditch effort to save humanity, the EEU (Eastern European Union) launches four cosmonauts each carrying 300 embryos into space.Only one makes it off planet alive.-----------------Or: A speedrun Heated Rivalry retelling.In space.
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  13. caught you looking back, so let's go by

    Lightly, lightly: "Nice coat." He nearly sounds idle. One hand on Shane's back, sliding down and down. "Is this your husband's, too?"He can tell the exact moment Shane realizes the coat is Ilya's: his body goes entirely still. "He likes giving me things.""Mm." One final touch, brushing imaginary lint off Shane's shoulder. It takes enormous effort to step back and circle back around to Shane's front. Now he's between Shane and the door, and Shane's eyes are following, hungry. "Not everything, I think."
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  14. car wash redhead, tube top R.E.M. concert, juror #6 by

    The only trick is to have no fear, and even less fear than that the more trouble one is in. Ilya cannot teach that to a man who has directed his energies into becoming, not like a saint, but like a painting of a saint, all dripping in symbolism: the way the robe drapes here, yes, that is on purpose, and the angle of the light, the patron’s face in the crowd, the instrument of the martyrdom in his hand and the fruit in the bowl on the table, all arranged except when—
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  15. call me back someday by

    “Why did you even come here?”“I came to get laid,” Ilya says honestly. “But my friend is not well, so.”Shane jerks his chin towards the door.“Still time,” he mutters.
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  16. by the neck on a piece of string by

    You want people to like you, to want you, even for a minute, an hour. Forever. You see yourself this way: wretched dog cowering to the floor.
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  17. bubblewrap me, baby by

    Ilya is sipping a cappuccino and watching Shane do very perverted yoga when he realizes that he doesn’t want to die.It’s a dumb series of thoughts. He sees Shane bend over, neatly folding himself into a hunchback as his hands flatten by his feet, and Ilya thinks, I bet he’s going to love it when we’re old and grey and he can outrace me with my stupid hip replacement. And then he realizes that not only does he anticipate being old and grey enough to need a hip replacement, but that he actually wants to get there.-Or: the existential crisis that happens when you’ve been depressed your whole life and then realize, suddenly, in your thirties, that you’re happy enough with your life that you no longer want to die.
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  18. bol'she by

    And yeah, Shane knew that Ilya hadn’t been okay last time he was in Russia, but Ilya had had the very real excuse of a funeral to blame things on. Ilya had downplayed it as much as he could, and Shane hadn’t been there; he’d heard the fatigue and he’d seen Ilya’s tired smile, but he hadn’t felt the way Ilya’s hands were cold the entire time he was there, hadn’t seen through the screen the way Ilya dropped eight pounds in three weeks, hadn’t kept time when there were twenty hours in Ilya’s day instead of something closer to sixteen. Or, on the flip side, for the week or two after, when there had been approximately ten conscious hours in a day.It was one thing to see something. It was another to feel it in your hands.Ilya and Shane are so, so happy for their first year married. They’re playing in Ottawa together, they’re fucking winning, they’re together and out.So now, after a year, Ilya should be fine. He should be great. He should not be flinching at small noises or nearly punching people off the clock or feeling like he’s drowning whenever he’s not on the ice.Or: Ilya Rozanov, meet your PTSD.

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  19. Blood for the Blood God by

    This seems a little unkind to you but maybe I mean a little unkind to hockey? Because it also makes you sound like a superhero. Love you -- Dad
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  20. Being Funny In A Foreign Language by

    “I think I bit off more than I could chew,” Ilya says, pushing himself up to take the cigarette from Sasha and finish it.Sveta doesn’t know what it means. She’ll only understand it years later—when she’s already certain it’s everything Ilya ever does.
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