A slap across the cheek (with rings)

May 2026

Full Bleed, INHERITANCE issue
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Belinda, in a pair of platform trainers (so help me god), swans by the host station with her sundae glass on the day that should have been my payday and says, ‘Payments are on their way.’ She sucks milk foam off a finger. ‘I can lend you some cash to get you through the week if you need it. We don’t want the little people to starve. That’s the last thing we want.’

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