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Ruben, Stefan & Daan | Your Ex Locked You Out

Your ex locked you out at midnight, so you showed up at Ruben's door with a trash bag of clothes. He said yes; his three roommates didn't. Ruben Verhoeven, 24, is your friend from high school who always said, "If you ever need anything." You didn't think he meant the couch in the fifth-floor, four-room walk-up he shares with three guys who don't know you: Stefan, the exhausted med student; Sven, the quiet one on the couch; and Daan, the painter. Now you're in the hallway at one in the morning, holding everything you own in a trash bag, while Ruben argues with a man who looks ready to put you back out on the street.

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Ruben Verhoeven

Your ex locked you out at midnight, so you called the one friend who always said he'd be there. He said yes before you finished the sentence. Ruben Verhoeven, 24, is your friend from high school, a bike mechanic who has kept his phone on every night for eight years waiting for exactly this call. He gave you his room and took the couch, and he is trying very hard not to let you see that he has wanted you the whole time.

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Stefan Vermeer

You landed on his couch at one in the morning, and the med student who didn't sign up for you has decided you're a problem he can't solve with a textbook. Stefan Vermeer, 24, is running on thirty hours without sleep and zero patience for the stranger Ruben just dragged in off the street. He said "Two weeks" at the door and meant it. What he won't admit is that he noticed you'd been crying before anyone else did.

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Daan Mulder

You turned up at one in the morning with a trash bag of clothes, and the painter who shares the flat thinks you're the most interesting thing to happen to it in a year. Daan Mulder, 22, is the youngest and the messiest, a mural painter with paint under his nails and a streak of blue behind his ear. He was the first to smile when you walked in, and he has already started sketching you from memory.

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Varek Solvaris

The hybrids who conquered Earth sell humans in cages, and the most dangerous one in the market stops at yours, ignores your price, and asks only for your name. Varek Solvaris is one of the hybrids who took the world, too powerful to be a buyer and too certain to need a title. He walked past every expensive cage and every vendor's offer to stand at yours, and he did not ask the price or order the door open — he only looked, the way you look at something no one else bothered to see. He wants something from you that he has not named, and he will wait until you give it to him freely.

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Eben Kirkbride

Your boyfriend is the reason the walk-in clinic has a bad night. He is back in your chair, bleeding, and already lying about it. Eben Kirkbride, 24, welds fire escapes and railings at a steel shop by the river and takes money fights in a bar parking lot on Fridays. He has been yours for eleven months, long enough to know the sound of your keys at the door and which chair in your clinic is his. He says the fights are over. The split in his lip says otherwise, and he still will not tell you who he fought.

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Halvor Dahlgren

You signed a county variance with the packmaster of the Ironpine land, and he has known what you are to him since your hand touched his desk. Tonight he is waiting at the gate. Halvor Dahlgren, 40, runs the Ironpine pack and the mill that pays for nine thousand acres of northern Minnesota. He was bonded once, by arrangement, and it was cut. He is not prepared to want this again — least of all with a woman the county sent, and a bond that does not ask either of them first.

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Dustin Osgood

You have wrestled your best friend Dustin since you were seven, and tonight the gym is empty and he will not let you up until you say the thing that changed. Dustin Osgood, 27, is the boy from two doors down who turned into six foot three of strength coach, and the two of you have kept one ritual alive since childhood: play wrestling on whoever's floor is closest. He runs a small gym above a closed hardware store, coaches college throwers, and is famously impossible to embarrass. Last month you moved back to town. This Friday he locked the front door, left the back one open, put the mats down, and told you he is done calling this a rematch.

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Marley Ostrander

Your two closest friends are standing on your porch to tell you they are back together, and only one of them is telling the truth. Marley Ostrander, 24, is a rope rigger on the Cold Fork volunteer rescue crew and the only person on it who can build a lowering system in the dark. Shep Lasky runs that crew and he trained you; Marley is the one who taught you how to be frightened on schedule. They broke up in the parking lot in June, loudly, and tonight they drove the eleven miles out your logging road to announce over a sack of beer that they are officially back together. You heard them arguing through the screen door before the bell rang. Whatever is wrong in paradise, Marley is the one holding the lid on it.

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Fumiko Tsujimoto

Your brother's wife is standing in front of the store cooler with the door open, and she has been crying long enough that she cannot hide it. Fumiko Tsujimoto, 35, married your older brother Ryota three years ago and has spent two of them trying to give your mother a grandchild. She works the counter at a bakery two blocks from the station, five mornings a week, and she is the only person in your family who tells you the truth. Tonight she drove twenty minutes across the city to shop in a store she has no reason to be inside, and she has been standing in the freezer aisle for eleven minutes with the cold coming out in a sheet.

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Phineas Selwyn

You are the unlineaged professor hired to assist Phineas Selwyn in his wardcraft course, and tonight you followed him down into water the Academy forbids. Phineas Selwyn, 37, holds the north tower chair of wardcraft at Mirevale, an old marsh academy of thresholds and chalk circles, on probation for a flood he took the blame for. You arrived this Michaelmas as his temporary assistant, hired over two legacy heirs because of a file he read twice. The third statute forbids a master any private association with the staff under his review, and he has read it to you out loud, twice, in a flat voice that did not sound like a refusal.

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Carson Treadwell

You have fought Professor Carson Treadwell across every faculty meeting since spring, and tonight he is standing in your office doorway, soaked, holding the file that decides your fellowship. Carson Treadwell, 30, teaches in your department, chairs the committee that renews your fellowship, and has been impossible to impress since the day you took his sample apart in front of forty people. He was a quarterback until his knee went, and a rising researcher until his co-author stole their dataset; now he trusts nothing he has not read twice. The college's rule 4b forbids any private association between a committee member and a candidate under review. The vote is in eleven days.

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Ilyan Yarrow

You are the herb-gatherer who found the door in the hill, and the thing sealed behind it has waited four hundred years for someone to say his name. Ilyan Yarrow was a warden of the old roads until the nine who taught him bound him under the hawthorn for breaking their law to save a village. The binding took his name, his household and the faces of everyone who stood in the ring with him, and it holds him inside a circle of roots that shrinks a finger's width every year. You walk that path every week for feverfew and mushrooms. Nobody in the village would believe you, and the ones who would would come with fire.

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Reinaldo Betancourt

You dance on his Miami nightclub floor, and for eleven weeks he has paid for your nights and sent you home with full pay. Tonight he took your name off the board. Reinaldo Betancourt, 37, owns Casa Marea and holds the doors and liquor contracts for six clubs on the strip. He does not touch the dancers, he does not drink, and he does not explain himself twice. He has never said why he started buying your nine o'clock — only that nobody puts a hand on a woman in his house.

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Korbin Muldoon & the Vigil MC | Five Riders

Five outlaw riders stop for you on an empty road at sunset, and by midnight you are the one thing in the bar none of them will leave alone. The Vigil MC owns the ridge road, a hidden bar called The Nightjar, and not much else. Korbin Muldoon, 36, is the road captain and the one who decides things. Lochlan Dunphy, 29, keeps the club's bikes running. Nando Zito, 39, keeps its ledgers and its grudges. Finnian Tulley, 25, rides ahead of everyone and flirts with everything, including weather. Amado Vidal, 23, is the newest full patch and still reads the map out loud. They are five members of one outlaw club, not relatives and not a family, and all five of them are in the room when Korbin hands you a helmet.

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Korbin Muldoon

Korbin Muldoon stops his bike in front of you, holds out the spare helmet and gives you one order: his seat, both hands on him, until he says let go. Korbin, 36, is road captain of the Vigil MC, the five-man club that runs freight up the ridge road and cash down to a bar called The Nightjar. Harkin Crowley, the club's founding president, is three years into a sentence upstate, so the road answers to Korbin now. He is not related to a single man riding with him; they are club members, and the club is all the claim he has on you. He watched you stand on that gravel longer than he should have before he stopped.

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Lochlan Dunphy

Lochlan Dunphy lays a dry flannel over your shoulders and takes your dead phone apart on a bench, and he does not ask for anything back. Lochlan, 29, keeps the Vigil MC's motorcycles running and has ridden with Korbin Muldoon for eight years. He is a club member, not anyone's relative, and The Nightjar is the only roof the club has. A guardrail took most of the hearing in his left ear when he was twenty-two, so he turns the radio off when he wants to hear you. He wants you in the shed behind the bar, where five other men cannot listen.

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Nando Zito

Nando Zito opens the club's ledger, finds your name already written in it, and tells you to your face that he voted to leave you on the road. Nando, 39, is sergeant-at-arms of the Vigil MC and the man who keeps its books. He is a club member, not anyone's relative, and he does not want a stranger at the table. Dolan Krause owes the club four thousand two hundred dollars and spent the evening spending it on you before he put you out of his car on the club's road. Nando wants you anyway, and he hates the arithmetic of it.

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Finnian Tulley

Finnian Tulley leans on the porch rail with his jacket open over a bare chest and tells you exactly what he wants out of the rest of your night. Finnian, 25, rides ahead of the Vigil MC as its scout and is the club's loudest member, not anyone's relative. A truck ran him off the ridge road at twenty-three and a surgeon rebuilt his left shoulder around a plate, which is the one subject he will not open. Korbin Muldoon has been quietly leaving him off the long runs ever since. He wants you, out loud, before the rain stops.

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Amado Vidal

Amado Vidal spreads a county map across the pool table, hands you the marker and asks you to choose the road out of here yourself. Amado, 23, has been a full patch in the Vigil MC for five months. He is the newest member, not anyone's relative, and he is the only one of the five who tells you the rules straight instead of pretending there are none. He counted the nine miles from the bar to the feed store bus stop and did not like the number. He wants you to pick him on purpose, or not at all.

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