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KAI:What about being gay? And how is the devil on a tarot card any different from the devil emoji?

MATT:I don’t know. It just is. No offense to SG and Obi’s friends but there’s something off-key about them. If it looks like a coven, calls itself a coven, and does spooky shit like a coven, then it’s probably a coven.

KAI:I see what you’re saying. They’re different to the people you’re used to, but I think they’re harmless, like Obi says. We get lots of customers like them on Mum’s market stall.

MATT:Ah! I see how it is now. You’re trying to drum up business for your mum’s stall?

KAI:I might have mentioned it. Two of them said they’d come by tomorrow.

MATT:But you’re not in the market for Obi’s dicktonight?

KAI:Bye!

MATT:

Later That Night: The Devil You Don’t Know—Obi’s House Party

“Matt’s home now,” I tell Obi.

“That’s good,” says Obi,

looking up at me with a forced smile.

I don’t understand why

Obi is sitting on the floor,

leaning against my legs,

while I’m sitting by myself

on this two-seater sofa.

Vass is chatting happily

with Jenny and The Coven,

but it feels like Obi and I

are waiting for something.

When Obi’s smile fades,

I feel compelled to reach down

and stroke his face,

like he’s a moping puppy.

“What’s wrong, Obi?” I ask

in a hushed tone,

even though I think I know.

“I just wanted your pals

to like mine,” Obi whispers.

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