He picks at the fries. He can’t eat them and he resents her for it. She says, It wasn’t my fault. But the fries remain uneaten. Mocking him.
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T 6324
We sat down to dinner and ate in a funereal silence. Then suddenly we were yelling at each other. And then we enjoyed some pies for dessert.
T 6322
I used to have chickens, he said and she stopped chewing and said, Eeew! and he said, They escaped silly, and the trust issues started then.
T 6307
We ate apple pie and laughed. I opened another bottle of wine. Then I threw off my shirt, and the room fell silent. And I apologized. A lot.
T 6301
He storms into the company kitchen and starts breaking things. He’s overworked, his colleagues whisper. Where are the damn donuts? he yells.
T 6293
What begins as opinion coalesces into self-righteousness, not becomes naught, blood drips and is hurled; the reality of brunch is sacrificed.
T 6290
She produced a white wine. She said, It’s supposed to be light. I said, We’re eating lamb. She said, Don’t be so rigid. And I lost all hope.
T 6282
We ordered burgers. And then I looked at her and said, Your soul is crying. She took a sip of her milkshake and sighed. It is now, she said.
T 6269
I took the cucumber out of my pants. She sagged visibly then. Plastic bags were extra, I said. That night, our salad tasted like bitterness.
T 6264
Sour cream is the chameleon of dairy products, I said. She kissed me hard on the mouth. You should shut up, she said. But I had more to say.
