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Hi, hi.

Go up the stairs, take a right, apartment 6.

Here I come.

We will not rest at night until we know for sure that the hell-bent

Generalissimo is back on the ground where he can do the work.

Hey, Ashley.

Nice to see you.

Dessert. Drugs for a mid-Milanus.

Damn, that's yum.

What's in it?

It's squished tomato, onion, garlic.

But the mushrooms are what do the magic.

I actually made some stuffed guys.

Toaster oven canapes? What am I, a lesbian potluck? How'd you learn to...

No, I cooked on my own meals growing up.

And I thought we were door dashing.

Bro, I'm impressed.

Well, I have to confess.

The shells are pre-packaged.

Do they taste depressing?

Yes.

Ashley,

can I ask... How I'm doing?

Yes. Yeah, Ben, that's allowed.

Okay. That's actually why I'm standing here dropping disability checks on

bodega mint Milanos.

Relax, I'm joking.

You gotta laugh to keep from screaming, right?

You make it so easy.

Like, no wonder Kira walked all over you.

Oh, I'm sorry. That was insensitive.

Yeah, but maybe... maybe fair.

I probably got, like, a few footprints on my back.

Still.

Sorry.

How's you, buckaroo?

Oh, I'm okay.

Yeah. No, sleep is off.

Fully off.

Dreams are whack, right?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Hey, catch.

Jeez, I like that.

I'm jumpy, you know?

Like, being horizontal freaks me out.

It's like my head's afraid to even hit the pillow. I just bolt right up before

I even fall asleep.

Hypnic jerks.

That's what... they're called and yeah me too it's a trauma response are you

like talking to anyone yes um i made a profile on a teletherapy thingy

i'm gonna do it when i can manage it i just started work hospice

care it's night shifts good for you it's your life and you are getting back into

it I, for one, am sick of people getting off on the gory details of my survival.

Yeah, that happened.

Right.

And I usually like being objectified.

To our health.

To our health.

I mean, I was panicking.

And Kira was, like, carrying.

So I just dry pop a few of her Zanny bars and then just mosey down the

jetway. And then, bam.

Bam.

The plane gets slammed by a microburst.

It was the Bermuda Triangle bend. I mean, the siding rips right off.

and suddenly i'm dropping towards the ocean at terminal velocity next thing i

know it's weeks later and i wake up from a coma find out not one of my 13

girlfriends survived just you me a couple randos oh and that pilot oh yeah

what's the latest on him alive but not kicking and his lawyers have him under

lock and key anyway i cornered my orthopedist and i asked him how am i

even alive turns out It was the Xanax.

Apparently, the first impact doesn't kill you. It's the bounce back because,

you know, your ribs punch straight through your organs, your spleen, your

liver.

But I was so tracked that I didn't brace for impact. I just ragdolled.

Whoa.

What are the odds?

Ta-da.

I mean, I definitely got beat up, though.

But, you know, scars are the tattoos of survival, right?

You can touch it if you want.

You sure?

Yeah. Okay.

It's literally pigskin.

I know, I'm becoming a human football.

Hashtag blessed.

Honestly,

I think it's pretty badass.

You know, I heard what you did, Ben.

Calling all the parents of Kira's friends who died.

Checking on them.

You're kind of a good guy.

Survivors go out mostly.

Still, it touched them.

It touched me too.

Can I ask you a blunt question?

Are you ready?

Do you miss her?

Kira?

Yes, of course I do. Okay, then what do you miss most?

Oh, God.

I mean... If I'm being honest, the sex.

No, I mean togetherness. We were, what, only together three months?

No, she was... Manipulative.

Well, demanding when it came to her desire for certain things in particular.

Or everything in particular.

Well, she called it knowing what she wanted.

Is it awful for me to say that most of the time she was a real bitch?

Okay, come on. Kira was the type of girl that would dip your mascara wand in the

toilet and then laugh when you got a sty. I mean, you dated her. You must

know that.

I'm sorry that that was your experience.

Is it awful for me to say that I'm glad she's dead?

Holy shit, Ashley.

Okay, I don't mean I'm glad she's dead dead. I just mean that, you know, like

my body feels relief.

Like knowing that she's not around all the time.

And I know I'm not the only one who felt that way, okay? I mean, I couldn't make

it to her funeral because, you know, I was comatose. But what I heard that

other than her parents and you, there was like one other person, like someone

from her waitressing days.

Was that even a friend or like a funeral ghoul?

I mean, I of all people am aware that most of her girl gang got wiped out, but

still, yikes.

Yeah, Kira was a force.

She was. I mean, immediately after starting to date, we move in together. I

mean... I don't know. Why did I fall so hard?

Yeah. It was so deep.

Maybe a need for safety.

Like someone...

Femi and decisive Like some idealized version of your mother

Yeah, something like that.

Maybe Kira paid someone to put a love spell on you like a love me Rufy.

Oh My god, whoa, sorry Well, I really

should not be drinking I'm on these like heavy antibiotics. So my body doesn't

reject these bacon strips makes me say the stupidest Okay, maybe we should just

watch a movie or something.

You're not stupid.

Not at all.

Yeah, let's watch something.

Okay.

I'm gonna finish this, though.

Blanket.

Okay.

Question.

Do you like scary movies?

No, not really.

Ugh, you big pussy.

Ooh, I love Pacino.

I don't think I knew this was a Pacino movie.

Are you kidding me? It's the best part.

Ben? Sorry, I'll be right there.

Are you okay?

Mm-hmm.

What just happened?

God. Why am I so fucking lame?

What? I have, uh... I have triskaidekaphobia.

It's not a disease. It's a real fear of the number 13. It started when I was in

childhood. Once I was walking around Times Square, right?

Just headed home from work, and all of a sudden, I see this huge ad for

moisturizer in giant letters, 13 active ingredients.

Boom. My lizard brain goes cold red. All of a sudden, I instantly vomit, and I

black out.

I collapse. Finn, Finn.

I'm afraid of the number 13, too.

Why do you think I took all that Xanax?

It was Friday 13th? Flight 13th? Yes, that.

All that.

And Kira knew my whole story and chose to just fly in the face of it.

What whole story?

What?

Kira... Kira never told you?

It was May 2020, a Saturday.

The world had been on lockdown for months. All the plans turned upside

down. What was meant to be my cousin's big island dream destination wedding

turned into a sad Jersey backyard luau complete with a slow cuckoo, a pig. So

if we squint, we're in Hawaii.

Oh, poo.

It's nice to get out of Gowanus.

Just enjoy the fresh air and stop thinking about... Is this a joke?

Do they even ask about dietary restrictions? That's sick.

Just smile and nod. We'll get takeout on the way home.

Why are you covering for them?

I just, I don't want you to spiral out about nothing.

You've got one foot near your family and you're triggered.

It's just, it's the blatant disregard. Excuse me. No, don't hate. No, sorry,

Dad. But no, I think that we need to acknowledge that for this...

supposedly happy occasion, a sentient animal gave everything.

A total bloody sacrifice. Without consent, I think this pandemic is asking

us to reevaluate what we need to survive on this planet. We don't need much. Just

roof over our head, someone to love, a simple meal that we can prepare

ourselves. This needless death.

of a noble beast reminds us that we have all become wasteful murderers. Each

and every one of you.

one of the guests who made it out alive.

13 dead.

Butchered like hogs at a slaughterhouse.

Ashley, I wish there was something I could... I survived.

I remain a lucky girl.

I'm really more concerned about you right now, Ben.

I mean, Ocean's 13 through you.

You know, panic attacks are actually your body distracting you.

Each attack stops you from having to feel psychic pain.

If you ever want to unpack it, just know you can.

Yeah, where would I even begin?

I don't even remember much of my childhood.

I mean, just years and years and years of memories all blurry.

No, I was born on a Friday, the 13th.

My mother died in childbirth.

My dad was ill-equipped to raise me on his own, but there were lots of people

around, coming and going, checking on me.

Neighbors from the playground, uncles and aunties.

They're from the same church or something.

Yeah, we always skip services.

Never went.

But they were so kind, all of them.

I don't know, it was like they kind of worshipped me.

When I was six.

My memory's a little blurry.

It was more blood than I'd ever seen before.

This neighbor had fallen down hard.

She maybe tripped and fell on the knife that she got from the kitchen.

My dad, he scooped her up. He put her in his car. He sped off.

Blood alcohol level at nearly twice the legal limit.

Point one.

Three percent.

He ran the stop sign at the T intersection and a pickup truck slammed

into them at 70 miles per hour and killed them both instantly.

But I had no one else.

They just dumped me into foster care.

Lucky as people in the world, aren't we?

Six sets of foster parents.

Almost a new residence every year.

Each one was a new form of bad.

But there was one woman, Martha.

Martha just wanted to be a mom.

She called me Sonny Boy.

She had handmade decorations for every holiday.

Hot breakfast and Sunday suppers.

She just... She spent every day making that house a home for me.

And then on my 13th birthday...

She died.

At home.

Pancreatic cancer.

Did you tell her how you felt?

Yes.

At the end, I was with her.

That's why... Why I do what you do.

Your 13th birthday.

You lose track or you lose your mind.

Kira, she was the last time I really... that I felt like I was home.

Hi. Morning.

Sorry about the scratches.

I got a little carried away.

Wait right here, you little freak.

Hi.

Should I just hop in?

Go for it, swears.

Cute little tramp stamp you got there.

What? What are you talking about?

Above your butt.

616, your hometown area code.

What is it?

What do you mean?

You draw?

You draw on me or something?

No, I didn't.

Did any of those wicked foster parents ever, I don't know, like, burn you?

Jesus, no.

Well, that's not ink. It's a brand.