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They wake up, slowly, and he kisses her and recoils and says, I think you ate a shit sandwich. She smiles. Kinda felt like it, she whispers.

Dust settles on the bed until it is a visible layer, like an autumn snow. He shows this to her as evidence and says, Yes it’s been that long

He hits on her at the party and she looks him over and whispers something in his ear. And he turns a red so bright his face could stop cars.

She can’t stop staring and she walks toward him and says, You have a big nose, and he smiles and says, But you don’t know what I do with it.

They sit there, debating “mutually assured destruction,” and can’t help but feeling turned on. Political scientists thinking dirty thoughts.