She calls him a stud and a day later he’s had t-shirts made and she says, I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t, and she dumps him anyway

Sleep overcame him and he dreamt of ripe melons and steel rods and he woke her up. Even my dreams suck, he said. Pack your bags, she replied

Jack searched the drawers until he found the piece of paper. He waved it at Lyne. She remained unmoved. I told you I wrote it down, he said.