I bring her into my room. She says, Did your mom help you decorate? I turn from her. My mom’s dead, I cry, grabbing my blue and yellow duvet.
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She cooks her eggs runny and that’s the one thing I really hate, like so much, so I start to shake and then my mom says, So move out already.
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I said the things I was warned not to say. I operated in a way not amenable to civilized behavior. This explains why I told her I loved her.
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She says, Let me do it, and I say, No way ever, and then she goes all Gertrude Stein on me and guilts me out, and then I let her wax my back.
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Our eyes met and in at that moment I believed in destiny and then I waited for her to walk over to me but she didn’t. And my ankle was sore.
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She grunts and gets out of bed. He sees the complaint forming on her lips. He says, I never said I was perfect. She says, You did yesterday.
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Things got contentious and she called me a big fat jerk and then I returned to my office and felt bad because I’d put on some pounds lately.
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The water streams over him, drawing him to his awakening. He reaches for the soap, but it’s a nub. That’s two nubs in the shower, he thinks.
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I want this waitress to take off her shoes, to see if she’s perfect, but how do I ask such a thing? Stop staring, my wife sighs, kicking me.
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The thin boy with fat toes desires the hot dog loving vegan. So very much. For the trangression. And destroy the bonds of a modern morality.
