T 4090

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

I wanted to be a great dentist once, he sighs. Do you call this foreplay? she asks. He turns to her and touches her. I’m just a guy, he says.

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T 4089

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

Bad things happened. Bad is relative, he’s told. Things won’t ever be the same, he thinks. Then he decides to shop for a new pair of khakis.

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T 4088

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

Unto the breach. He uses this euphemism, and it goes over everyone’s head. Except the woman who crosses her legs. He falls in love with her.

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T 4087

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

She puts her magazine down and says, Let’s raise chickens, and he says, We live in a condo, and that’s how he found himself suddenly single.

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T 4086

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

The dog. He had his alibi. I love you, he told the dog. And then the scream from the kitchen. Honey! she called. You stupid dog! he yelled.

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T 4085

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

Yes it was dark. So what if we made love amidst a field of poison ivy? I had you singing Ode to Joy. Beautifully. And then the itching began.

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T 4084

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

The ball thrown to his son. The miss, and the broken nose. Much commotion. Womanly outrage. A whispered promise. Male bonding over ice cream.

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T 4083

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

Your love smells like anger, she whispers. He punches the wall. Dust scatters. He’s too much the gentleman to say what her love smells like.

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T 4082

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

He complains about dry mouth and she kisses him deeply and then she says, Now about your breath, and he doesn’t know whether to smile or not.

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T 4081

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

The bottles stand empty. We’ve done overdone it, he says. Drunkenly mixing his accents. You don’t know who you are, she says with affection.

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