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The hags are at a crossroads when it comes to brewing tea. To see a three-inch text, be touched by it, then be swept in the current of life. A read receipts reveal. Four serums, but who was the hero? Jacqueline drafts an auto-reply. Kate sees herself in the face of coin. Beetlejuice on a vision board? For lack of a better word…yeah. Don’t get your neck adjusted. The rise of subtle before and afters. To order out of pocket and have something waiting downstairs. The results of the dermaplaning have equalized. Drinking Cortados since long before it became…Trenley. Kate has a new favorite skin tint spf serum she saves the reveal for the premium feed.

The hags are at a crossroads when it comes to brewing tea. To see a three-inch text, be touched by it, then be swept in the current of life. A read receipts reveal. Four serums, but who was the hero? Jacqueline drafts an auto-reply. Kate sees herself in the face of coin. Beetlejuice on a vision board? For lack of a better word…yeah. Don’t get your neck adjusted. The rise of subtle before and afters. To order out of pocket and have something waiting downstairs. The results of the dermaplaning have equalized. Drinking Cortados since long before it became…Trenley. Kate has a new favorite skin tint spf serum she saves the reveal for the premium feed.

Construction paper, doilies, hearts drawn with varying depths of cleavage. Empty restaurants on Wednesday evenings. The Grove at closing time. A life in the arts rejects the calendar in favor of Valentine’s dinner on the 15th. The High School self misrepresented. Thespians, athletes, badges, and cut grass. Dating advice cannot save you, but have your fun hunting it down. Boom.

Agamemnon cries in the margins of The Odyssey. Honored to fear nature, the glacier melts in a time-lapse. Alka-Seltzer’s effervescence. Still waiting on Koia to send pallets. Would you rather a rickety bridge or a narrow beam across a deep ravine?

As January’s bonus ep, we present a concert recording of KB and JN’s Christmas Miracle show. Straight from the Masonic Lodge at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery in Los Angeles. It belongs on vinyl, but it’s here for you. The hags were devastated not to do a Christmas tour but hope this eases the pain for those abroad and offers attendees a chance to revisit. They converse, lychee martinis flowing, from the comfort of two wood and red-fabric’d thrones dusty with unclear history.

A huge clock in every room changes everything. Virgin as an adjective, not waiting for seed. Reading is the only thing—it’s all that’s left—and it’s sitting there, waiting. Is there any value in a human producing sense? Dreams are more real than reality. A delivery robot named Esau delivers Elmo to a chimp. Jacqueline frees Kate to book the flight a day out.

Sitting with a friend with a book and a finger. Kate and Jacqueline approach all books with the spirit of divination and discover the new Tarot. Only receive color analyses at the Hollywood Farmer’s Market. Living in the symbolic realm. Eyes crossed toward the third eye, arranging words like furniture. Dropped into a bathtub in 1987—their hands prune—soaking in Hagline poetry.