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    <title>Day Two</title>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art</link>
    <copyright>Copyright (C) 2019-25 the Phantom Inker. All rights reserved.</copyright>
    <description>Day Two is a comedy webcomic about two girls transformed into a centaur and a naga, awkwardly coping with their new lives in a small Los Angeles apartment</description>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <lastBuildDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2026 16:00:00 GMT</lastBuildDate>
    <category>Webcomics</category>
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      <title>Day Two</title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/the-bar</link>
    <title>The Bar</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/the-bar</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;297&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;The Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/5/a/5ab7da8ba52f818f/the-bar.png" alt="The Bar" width="2400" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Who had &amp;amp;quot;Chloe gets ditched in 3 seconds flat&amp;amp;quot; in the betting pool?&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;#34;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4S_vclBlGZo&amp;#34;&amp;gt;[...sound track!]&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;(&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;This page took a ridiculously long time to draw. I spent weeks getting it just right, but 1000% worth it. Easily one of my most favorite pages this chapter.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;)&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Approaching the bar &amp;amp;quot;Cocoa Banana&amp;amp;quot; just past sunset, with a line of people waiting to get in behind a large bouncer with a rhino head who has closed off the door with red velvet ropes. Most in line are human, but a few with tails or horns. A car drives toward parking, and more people are heading to join the line.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Sophia and Zia pass right by the bouncer, who holds the velvet rope open&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;*  Zia (cheering): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Woohoo, ladies night!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  Sophia: &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Yeah!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  Chloe (somewhat behind): &amp;amp;quot;I really don&amp;#39;t &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;think&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; this is — &amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inside the bar.  Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Listen,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; you guys should &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;stay close&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; so we don&amp;#39;t get &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;separated —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They&amp;#39;re both instantly gone, leaving Chloe by herself in the crowd.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe spots Sophia, who&amp;#39;s already across the room, leaning toward a surprised guy sitting at a table in a booth. Sophia: &amp;amp;quot;Hey, cutie, ever heard of &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Rule 34?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe sees Zia off dancing in a huge crowd while Lady Gaga&amp;#39;s song &amp;amp;quot;Born This Way&amp;amp;quot; plays.  (music: &amp;amp;quot;...the right track baby I was born this...&amp;amp;quot;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (sighing and shrugging): &amp;amp;quot;Why do I even &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;bother?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (to the bartender): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Water,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; please.&amp;amp;quot;  (Bartender washes a glass in front of a wall of bottles.  Above the bar, bar trivia on one TV showing &amp;amp;quot;Round Over!&amp;amp;quot; and &amp;amp;quot;Winner: Team Red&amp;amp;quot;.  On another TV, news channel SNN showing a newscaster and an aircraft carrier, with headline &amp;amp;quot;USS Alice Roosevelt&amp;amp;quot; and &amp;amp;quot;Breaking News,&amp;amp;quot; and subtitles reading &amp;amp;quot;Reports on scene indicate that...&amp;amp;quot;  On the last TV, a soccer game at &amp;amp;quot;23:17&amp;amp;quot; with subtitles reading &amp;amp;quot;He looks good...&amp;amp;quot; and &amp;amp;quot;Liverpool.&amp;amp;quot;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/mark</link>
    <title>Mark</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/mark</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;298&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/6/2/6201eb4dccc956cc/mark.png" alt="Mark" width="1800" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...uh oh.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (hovering over her glass of water at the bar): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Can&amp;#39;t&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; believe it.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Fine.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Whatever.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;They&amp;#39;re &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;grown women.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  Big crowd of people in the background behind her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Voice: &amp;amp;quot;Can I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;buy you a drink?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Listen,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I&amp;#39;m just here &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;chaperoning&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; my &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;friends —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camera pulls back to show a tall centaur guy in a gray T-shirt with slightly messy hair.  &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Hi,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I&amp;#39;m &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Mark.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  Chloe starts to look up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe stands up and stares at him, a little stunned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark: &amp;amp;quot;Are you — &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;okay?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  Chloe&amp;#39;s face is pink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (bright pink): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;HI I&amp;#39;M MARK, I&amp;#39;M HI&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;!&amp;amp;quot; *&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;awkwardly jabs hand in the air to shake his&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/tall</link>
    <title>Tall</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/tall</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;299&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/2/4/241daf2e753a6a2f/tall.png" alt="Tall" width="2400" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...eep.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark: &amp;amp;quot;Haven&amp;#39;t &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;seen you&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; before.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;And I think I&amp;#39;d &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;remember&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; another &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;centaur.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;This your &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;first time&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; here?&amp;amp;quot; Chloe nervously fiddles with her hair, a large crowd in the background behind them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe stares up at him, stunned.  Little hearts float over her head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark: &amp;amp;quot;Miss, are you — &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;all right?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  Chloe panics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (looking up, her face flushed): &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;sorry&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I&amp;#39;m &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;fine&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;just&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;thought&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;And &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;you&amp;#39;re&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;REALLY&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;TAAALLL...&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark (shyly): &amp;amp;quot;Yeah, &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;tall&amp;#39;s&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; kind of an &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;occupational hazard&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; when you&amp;#39;re a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;centaur&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;.&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot;So, &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;uh,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; what&amp;#39;s your &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;name?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (freezes, nodding cluelessly): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Name?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; (Background: &amp;amp;quot;...don&amp;#39;t panic don&amp;#39;t panic don&amp;#39;t panic...&amp;amp;quot;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (nodding furiously): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;I HAVE A NAME!!!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;_HI, UH, I&amp;#39;M — _&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  (Background: &amp;amp;quot;...panic panic panic panic panic...&amp;amp;quot;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe sits bolt upright in bed the next morning, holding the blankets over her chest — with Mark asleep beside her. Chloe: (whispering, eyes wide): &amp;amp;quot; — in big trouble.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/apologies</link>
    <title>Apologies</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/apologies</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Apologies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/9/9/99cb304550016093/apologies.png" alt="Apologies" width="1800" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;PAGE 300!  WOO!  300 PAGES OF DAY TWO!  MAJOR MILESTONE! 🎉&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...er, but holy crap, yeah, sorry Chloe, you kinda brought it on yourself, but I&amp;#39;m pretty sure your life isn&amp;#39;t going to get any easier from here on out.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe sneaks out of her room. Chloe is wearing a loose white camisole, clearly a quickly-found undergarment. Zia is at the end of the hall, looking at her phone and drinking coffee, wearing a sleeveless T-shirt that says &amp;amp;quot;100% NOT HUNG OVER.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (wryly looks up as Chloe approaches): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Well.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;I, &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;uh,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; good morning?&amp;amp;quot;  Zia (eyebrow raised): &amp;amp;quot;It &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;should&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; be.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Listen,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I, uh — &amp;amp;quot;  Zia (brightly): &amp;amp;quot;Oh, you have &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;nothing&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; to apologize to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;me&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; for.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;I — &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;don&amp;#39;t?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia: &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Nah.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  Chloe (nervously): &amp;amp;quot;...good — ?&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (grinning): &amp;amp;quot;Now Mrs. Bankelstein downstairs — &amp;amp;quot;  Chloe (buries face, bright red): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;OH GOD!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/stick</link>
    <title>Stick</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/stick</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;301&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/8/f/8f53dd914ced58d8/stick.png" alt="Stick" width="1200" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;There needs to be a betting pool on how many times Chloe will attempt to brutally murder Zia before the end of the chapter.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;I just&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; — he was hot, and I — .&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;what&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I was thinking.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I wasn&amp;#39;t even &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;drunk.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;He bought me &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;one cosmo,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and I just — &amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia: &amp;amp;quot;Chlo, you &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;don&amp;#39;t&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; need to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;apologize&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; for it.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;You&amp;#39;ve needed to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;get laid&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; for &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;months&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; now.&amp;amp;quot;  Chloe (angrily): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Zia!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (snarky): &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;just saying,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; while he was &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;all up in there,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I hope he finally &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;pulled out&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;stick&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; you had up your butt.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe glares at her, fuming murderously. Zia (sweet and innocent): &amp;amp;quot;What?&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/owning-it</link>
    <title>Owning It</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/owning-it</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;302&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Owning It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/8/6/866be957191d7cfa/owning-it.png" alt="Owning It" width="2400" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;*&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;flips frantically through the script&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;*  What page are we even on?  Who the hell is &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;this&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; guy!?&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (through gritted teeth): &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t need your &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;sarcasm,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I need your &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;help!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;  He&amp;#39;s still &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;here!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (heads toward the kitchen, grinning): &amp;amp;quot;Okay, I&amp;#39;ll make some &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;breakfast.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;You think he likes &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;eggs?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Bacon?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Pancakes?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; Chloe (angrily): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Zia!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A curly-haired satyr man slips past behind them, grimacing, holding his underwear and shirt over his waist.  Chloe (startled): &amp;amp;quot;!&amp;amp;quot;  Zia looks back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (disgusted): &amp;amp;quot; — the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;heck!?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He slips out to the living room while they watch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He slips in front of the TV and turns the apartment doorknob.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He darts out the apartment door.  Zia (brightly, holding up her hand like a phone): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Call me!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (steaming angry): &amp;amp;quot;You &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;goddamn HYPOCRITICAL LITTLE GREEN —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  Zia (gestures with coffee cup, with a dark smile): &amp;amp;quot;The &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;difference&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; between &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;you&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;me,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; Chloe my dear, is that if &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;I&amp;#39;m&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; gonna make a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;mistake,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;OWN&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; it.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/the-mistake</link>
    <title>The Mistake</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/the-mistake</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;303&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;The Mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/3/b/3b220458f7a9b643/the-mistake.png" alt="The Mistake" width="1800" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Oh, Chloe. 🤦‍♂️&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (whispering fiercely): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Zia! What are we gonna do?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  Zia: &amp;amp;quot;I think I&amp;#39;m gonna make some &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;waffles.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;  You think your &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;boytoy&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; likes &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;waffles?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (starting to panic): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Zia!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; Zia (serious): &amp;amp;quot;Chloe, you&amp;#39;re a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;grown woman.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; You &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;slept&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; with a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;guy.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; It&amp;#39;s the most &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;normal&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; thing you&amp;#39;ve done all year. This is &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;good&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; for you.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (constrained panic): &amp;amp;quot;No, you &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;don&amp;#39;t understand!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;How do I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;tell him&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; without &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;hurting him&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; that I made a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;massive mistake?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;That I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;never&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; should&amp;#39;ve done — what we &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;did!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;Not &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;now,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; not &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;ever&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; with this goddamn &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;horse&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; stuck to me!&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;And it was &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;my idea&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; — not his! — to come back here, I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;dragged him&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; into my &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;bedroom,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and I — oh &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;God,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; this is &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;completely my fault,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and I wasn&amp;#39;t even &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;drunk,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and that just makes it &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;worse!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;This is a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;horrible mistake!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;What was I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;thinking!?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia: &amp;amp;quot;Chloe, you were &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;thinking&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; with your &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;butt.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;  Welcome to the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;human race.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot; — I mean, &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;sort of.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (full-on panic): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Zia, this is a DISASTER!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I have to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;figure out what to SAY&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; to him!&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I let my &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;guard down&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; for just &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;ONE MINUTE&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;, and I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;friggin&amp;#39;&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; picked up a guy at a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;bar&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;SLEPT with him!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;What did &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;we&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; — what did &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;I even DO&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; last night?&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Oh my GOD,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I don&amp;#39;t even want to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;THINK&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; about it!&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;This was a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;HUGE MISTAKE&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; — I need to — &amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark (behind her, softly): &amp;amp;quot;Was it really that bad?&amp;amp;quot; Chloe (frozen like a statue, crumbling as metaphorical lightning strikes).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/hurt</link>
    <title>Hurt</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/hurt</guid>
    <description>
&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;304&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/4/9/49002d515d1605d8/hurt.png" alt="Hurt" width="2400" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Oh, man.  First rule of being in a hole: keep digging.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...I can&amp;#39;t believe &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Zia&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; is now the voice of reason.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (horrified): &amp;amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;not what I meant,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; Mark, I — &amp;amp;quot;  Mark stomps past to the door, frowning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Please,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I&amp;#39;m &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;sorry,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I — &amp;amp;quot;  Mark keeps walking, angry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark (at the door, glancing back): &amp;amp;quot;I thought we had —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I thought &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;you —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;You know what? &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Never mind.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot;I guess we &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;both made mistakes&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; last night.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark (waving from outside the door, frowning): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Bye,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; Chloe.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe stands frozen at the door.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe stands frozen and stunned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia appears next to Chloe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (frowning): &amp;amp;quot;Well &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;go after him!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; *&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;slaps Chloe&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/sorry</link>
    <title>Sorry</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/sorry</guid>
    <description>
&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;305&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/4/8/484aab2f2cd0f77b/sorry.png" alt="Sorry" width="1800" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...oof.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe darts into the hall after him, but he&amp;#39;s gone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe races down the stairs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe races out of the building.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe stands outside in the middle of the street, still half-dressed, staring into the distance, horrified.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camera pulls back.  People are walking, and cars are driving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (reaching out, whispering, camera far away): &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry —&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/help</link>
    <title>Help</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/help</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;306&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/1/0/106a5842fc5fce6f/help.png" alt="Help" width="2400" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Zia, we really need to talk about your moral framework again.  &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Crime&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; equals &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;bad,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; remember?&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe in bed, sobbing and wailing into her hands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camera pulls back to show Zia beside Chloe&amp;#39;s bed, and a wallet on Chloe&amp;#39;s bedstand next to the alarm clock.  Zia: &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m thinking I should just pick up some &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;bagels&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; for breakfast instead.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Blueberry&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; bagels?&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Chocolate?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  Chloe (still wailing).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (sighs): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Chloe —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot; — do you &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;like&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; him?&amp;amp;quot;  Chloe (sobbing and snuffling): &amp;amp;quot;I —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot; — he was &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;nice&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;and he was &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;cute&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;and he was &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;tall&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;and I — &amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia: &amp;amp;quot;Do you &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;LIKE HIM&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;?&amp;amp;quot;  Chloe (cringing pathetically): &amp;amp;quot;I mean —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I think I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;do, but —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (sips coffee sagely): &amp;amp;quot;Then the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;right thing&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; to do —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;— is to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;go apologize.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (irritable, still crying): &amp;amp;quot;Zia, I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;don&amp;#39;t even —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;How am I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;supposed&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;do that?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t have his &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;number —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know where he &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;lives&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;I —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t even &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;know&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; his &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;full name!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (picks up wallet off the bedstand, flips it open): &amp;amp;quot;Hmm, you &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;might&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; want to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;return this wallet&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; to someone who &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;lost it.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;It says &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;&amp;#39;Mark Reed,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; of &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;513 Los Robles,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; number &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;27.&amp;#39;&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (fuming angry): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;You SERIOUSLY didn&amp;#39;t PICKPOCKET —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; Zia (sipping her coffee again, shrugging, holding out the wallet to Chloe): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Would&amp;#39;ve&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; if he hadn&amp;#39;t &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;left it,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; horsegirl, but you didn&amp;#39;t need &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;my help&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; on this one.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/proof</link>
    <title>Proof</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/proof</guid>
    <description>
&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;307&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Proof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/c/1/c1cda26362828b69/proof.png" alt="Proof" width="1800" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Look, at least she&amp;#39;s angry instead of crying, this &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;is&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; progress.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe holds up the wallet, her tears starting to dry. Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t just — &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;go up to him&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; with this.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia: &amp;amp;quot;Then mail it back.&amp;amp;quot; Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t just &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;mail it back!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia: &amp;amp;quot;Then &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;I&amp;#39;ll&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; return it.&amp;amp;quot; Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;It shouldn&amp;#39;t be &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;you!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (holds up a finger sagely): &amp;amp;quot;Then it &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;MUST stay here. Q.E.D.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; Chloe (shouting): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;It CAN&amp;#39;T stay here!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (sips coffee): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Nope,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; sorry, &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Law of Noncontradiction. Invalid proof.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; Chloe (angry): &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Zia!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (snidely): &amp;amp;quot;Listen, you can do anything you want with &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;love&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;, horsegirl, but &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;math&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;logic&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; are &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;mine&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;.&amp;amp;quot; Chloe (fuming angry).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/army-of-one</link>
    <title>Army of One</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/army-of-one</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;308&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Army of One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/e/6/e6af9103bda31181/army-of-one.png" alt="Army of One" width="2400" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Chloe, can you &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;please&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; not go full stereotype?  Maybe dial that eleven back to like an eight?&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Also, why do I get the feeling this isn&amp;#39;t the first time Zia&amp;#39;s talked to her tail?&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe sits in her bed, wrapped up in blankets, eating cookie-dough ice cream from the carton while emo music blasts in the background.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (fully dressed now, arms crossed): &amp;amp;quot;You really ought to do &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;something.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;You can&amp;#39;t just &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;stay in here&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; all day eating &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;ice cream&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and playing &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Evanescence.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (irritably takes another scoop of ice cream): &amp;amp;quot;Like &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;fudge&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I can&amp;#39;t.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia: &amp;amp;quot;Okay, in &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;your best interest,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I&amp;#39;m not going to &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;let you&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; stay here all day &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;eating ice cream&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;playing Evanescence.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (grouchy): &amp;amp;quot;Yeah, &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;you&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;what army?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia looks at Chloe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia&amp;#39;s tail points back at her as if holding a conversation with her.  Zia: &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Hmm —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia&amp;#39;s tail points back at Chloe.  Zia: &amp;amp;quot;Just &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;measuring troop strength,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I get that there&amp;#39;s &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;two of us&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and only &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;one of her,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; but she&amp;#39;s in the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;cavalry...&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/hate-bargain</link>
    <title>Hate Bargain</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/hate-bargain</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;309&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;Hate Bargain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/5/b/5b8292ed955acab9/hate-bargain.png" alt="Hate Bargain" width="1800" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Forever seems to be shorter than I remember.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe, still in bed eating ice cream with music blasting. Zia: &amp;amp;quot;Listen, &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;somebody&amp;#39;s&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; gotta return his &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;wallet,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; and if it&amp;#39;s not &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;you,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; then &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;I&amp;#39;m&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; gonna do it.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;No way.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; Zia: &amp;amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s gonna &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;come back for it&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; if one of us doesn&amp;#39;t.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Argh!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Fine,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I&amp;#39;ll &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;do it,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; but I&amp;#39;m gonna &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;hate you forever!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zia (shrugging, walking away): &amp;amp;quot;Okay, but we &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;half-changed Sophia back&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; yesterday...&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe glares at her, bending the spoon in half.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Okay, fine,&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; but I&amp;#39;m gonna &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;hate you for at least an hour!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;  Zia (holds out hand, grinning): &amp;amp;quot;Deal.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/the-walk-of-shame</link>
    <title>The Walk of Shame</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/the-walk-of-shame</guid>
    <description>
&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;310&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;The Walk of Shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/5/8/589b96d7749b3ecd/the-walk-of-shame.png" alt="The Walk of Shame" width="1800" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;😬 ... &amp;lt;a href=&amp;#34;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAEhWEOrlnc&amp;#34;&amp;gt;musical accompaniment&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe walks through town. Camera far away. Skyline in the distance, and car traffic on the street. Chloe looks very small.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe walks in front of buildings, with pedestrians and cars around her. Camera closer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe walks across the street at a crosswalk. Camera closer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe walks in front of a building, head hanging. Camera closer. A pedestrian walks by, looking at her phone. Blue news box with the &amp;amp;quot;Los Angeles Guardian&amp;amp;quot; newspaper inside with headline &amp;amp;quot;Airstrikes in Baku&amp;amp;quot;.  Red news box with &amp;amp;quot;The Star&amp;amp;quot; newspaper inside with headline &amp;amp;quot;Princess Outrage&amp;amp;quot;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe stops, holding Mark&amp;#39;s wallet. Camera close up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camera behind Chloe. Mark leans on the railing of the balcony of his second-floor apartment. Potted plants in the windowsill. Mark (dully looking down at Chloe): &amp;amp;quot;Oh. It&amp;#39;s you.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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    <pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2026 16:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
    <link>https://www.daytwo.art/p/the-actual-problem</link>
    <title>The Actual Problem</title>
    <author>phantom-inker@dontmailme.nomail (Phantom Inker)</author>
    <guid>https://www.daytwo.art/p/the-actual-problem</guid>
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&lt;h2&gt;#&lt;span class="page-number"&gt;311&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="title"&gt;The Actual Problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ch.&lt;span class="chapter-id"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="chapter-title"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt; - page &lt;span class="page-in-chapter"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="comic" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.daytwo.art/pages/0/f/0f0454cec5196532/the-actual-problem.png" alt="The Actual Problem" width="1800" height="1200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...she — actually said it?&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol class="script" style="font-size: 80%; color: #808080; margin: 1em 0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (holds wallet up): &amp;amp;quot;You, uh, forgot your &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;wallet&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;.&amp;amp;quot; Mark (dully, still on the balcony): &amp;amp;quot;Thanks.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe: &amp;amp;quot;Listen, &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;I —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; &amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark: &amp;amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s not the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;first time&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I&amp;#39;ve been dumped.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;big boy.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;can&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; handle it.&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (looking up, slightly panicked): &amp;amp;quot;That &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;wasn&amp;#39;t —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; &amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;I &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;mean —&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; &amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark (stands up, arms crossed, looking down): &amp;amp;quot;What do you &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;want&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;, Chloe?&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe (looking away and looking miserable): &amp;amp;quot;Honestly —&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;— that&amp;#39;s the &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;problem.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; I don&amp;#39;t really &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;know.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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