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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

The new hire storms into my office wearing a parka. I deserve a promotion, he yells. It’s summer outside. I didn’t say overdress, I clarify.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

And the kiss is acknowledged, as an outcome, but then he sneezes and she says, You look older than you seem, and his pucker turns to a pout.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

This morning he heard his mother had died. He went to a burger joint and tried to eat to death. But no one could make a burger like his mom.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

Every spy movie is about the sex lives of spies. She said this at the height of her sincerity. I heaved out a disgusted sounding “Oh yeah?”

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

She started to weep. This was the thing that happened when the thing turned into a thing. She took out a frozen cake. This was also a thing.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

Then the rain started to enter the house, and she said, I thought you promised to fix the roof, and I said, When’s the last time we had sex?

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

I got out of my car and grabbed a hockey stick from the back seat. I walked to the car in front of me. With menace. Let’s play, I suggested.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

I had no lessons to teach her. She’d made that clear to me. I paid the bill and stood. Shall we? I asked. But she hadn’t finished her drink.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

Dreams of a lake, of throwing baseballs in the fading light of evening, of love and loss. He dreams of sweet things. Of things he never had.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

He orders a double cheeseburger and notes the annoyingly judgemental look on the beefy waiter and says, At least I have a speedy metabolism.

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