T 5249

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

She yawns and says, I’d eat your fruit, and he puts down his coffee and says, Let me drink that in, and they laugh because they’re so smart.

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T 5248

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

He orders oysters and she walks up to him and takes her top off. He says, They’re Kumamoto. She hears something else. Vroom vroom, she says.

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T 5247

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

She slams the car door. Not a word is exchanged. Silence as punishment. But, he says, and she turns away. So he locks the windows. And farts.

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T 5246

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

The phone rings and a sense of dread overwhelms him. I had a heavy lunch, sorry, she says. And with that he throws his spatula to the floor.

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T 5245

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

Dinner is a write off. He wears this failure like a come on. You screwed up on purpose, she says. He tries to act cool. But she’s on to him.

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T 5244

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

She says, Who loves me? and the new boy speaks of a love as endless as the oceans and the bigger boy beats him up, and her decision is made.

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T 5243

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

He thinks of his first time. About the smell of it. About tasting something new. He feels old now. Less desperate. And then he’s in her bed.

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T 5242

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

She hit reply-all on the email, and next day at work her desk is covered in bananas. She buys a blender. Smoothies for everyone, she tweets.

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T 5241

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

He took her to his throne room. Flowers lay scattered everywhere. She knew she was supposed to be impressed. But she was allergic to flowers.

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T 5240

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

I told her I wanted to wear her shoes, the red mary janes, and she called her mother and cried into the phone. But those shoes were so nice.

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