not_yet tender_square "i don't think that i'll try and talk with this skating girl until after the holidays," he said casually over the phone. "you and i have our plans to see each other next week anyway." "uh, yeah," she stammered. "i appreciate that." 221217 ... tender_square the next-door neighbour texted: “there’s a moving truck outside, have you checked your cameras?” sure enough, 48 videos had populated, showing two movers in black uniforms carrying the tenant’s furniture and personal effects from the porch. the prince of darkness himself moved lamps and rearranged sofa cushions, doting on his belongings as he donned a leather jacket. “you’ll probably get there before i do,” he called to the movers as they drove away. i raced to the house to inspect—how soon could i change the locks? as i opened the front door, my hope deflated: the tenant’s fold-out chair was stored beside the entryway sideboard, the same one he uses to sit on the porch for hours at a time, chain-smoking and making social media videos about the injustices caused by his landlord. i walked toward my entrance. the curtains from his living room window were open. i cupped my hand over my eyebrows and squinted. sure enough, a towering plant with emerald leaves and an ornate wicker chair were inside. “fuck,” i muttered. he isn’t gone. 230818 what's it to you? who go blather from