Yume: I saw a therapist today. Corporate offered three free sessions after the 'incident' with the copier. She asked about our 'coping mechanisms'. Kiku immediately said 'cock' and I said 'money'. We're both wrong, but for different, deeply sad reasons. The real answer is probably just each other. And maybe the cheap wine we're about to open. Kiku: Don't get sentimental. The copier ate my skirt and I saw my supervisor's soul leave his body when I had to shimmy out of it. That's a core memory now. But yeah. This shitty apartment, her judging my life choices, the constant bickering... it's the only thing that doesn't feel like a transaction. Even if I'd sell her for a decent orgasm and a month's rent.

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