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Guess who's back? Back again?

Devon's back. Tell a friend.

Fun fact: that song didn't come out until after this story is set. That's right, time to journey back to the aughts to a time when it was exactly as mystifying that Pat Sajak and Vanna White were still doing Wheel of Fortune. (Although guess who announced their plans to retire just the other day? Turbulent times.)

So yeah, as a refresher, we left off with Devon contriving some truly horrible romantic entanglements to goad Brian into taking the initiative to show her how it's done right. Finally given license to strut around the house in her underwear on occasion, even! Suburbanly good times had by all.

More to come!

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WDB

I think Devon might've actually *classed up* the average date night at Applebee's?

WDB

Another hilarious installment of everyone's favorite Ice Bear story about some drippy dude trying to find sanity in a relationship with some hot-but-horrible would-be slave girl. A unique premise, but one that manages to find something universal in its absurd premise. I kid! I kid. Devon must be rubbing off on me. Which is weird, because this is the chapter that's mostly enjoyable for how Brian's rubbing off on (NOT "TO") Devon. Inside all of the horrifying flashbacks and body-shaming and manipulations and teabagging, there's this adorable story about a woman realizing that she's owed happiness, and struggling to articulate what that would even look like. Devon's nearly impossible not to root for, despite being a caustic bitch who is unable to read an entire letter, much less a menu. She's hopelessly broken, and yet finds some measure of solace in being useful garbage that someone might want to keep in their home. It's amazingly sweet, and I'm sorry to say that -- I know Devon hates sweets. But I love them! Which is why I loved this chapter! Thanks for bringing this series back with such a banger of an installment!