He jumps up and down and says, It’s true. He wants her to believe him bad. It’s true! he yells. So she asks for proof. And he bows his head.

He listens to the conversation and yawns. He opens the cupboard and takes out a bottle of red. He says, I’d rather drink than talk about it.

The girls got drunk and told bad jokes and Sandy said, I miss liking unicorns, and Ava said, You’re so fickle, and then the punching started

She complains about dry skin, and he buys her skin lotion. But she’s allergic to it. I liked you better when you were insensitive, she says.

The sun’s heat dissipates with its setting. Hope turns to fear. Bunnies become dragons. From now on I’m sticking to booze, he tells the guys