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Faithful Diary,
Naturally, I confronted Terra about the photographs in the trash—though, I had to find her first. Even at 4:15 in the morning, she and Elle remained wide awake and working in the basement studio. I asked Terra to accompany me, alone, into the kitchen, but I could not extract her from Elle’s metaphysical grip. They both followed me upstairs to behold the sight I had seen.
When we arrived in the kitchen, I indicated the garbage can, preparing for my partner and my best friend to gasp and curse and ask, “What is the meaning of this?”
They responded only with blank stares.
“What?” Terra asked.
Elle then said, “Why did you bring us up here to look at trash?”
I gazed at the kitchen garbage.
Our trash can contained nothing but chow mein noodles, take-out boxes, chopstic
