T 5653

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 3, 2012

He yelled, and yelled some more, and she said, You must like beating dead horses. You’re prettier than that, he said. And then they made up.

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T 5652

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 3, 2012

She said she’d had enough of their relationship, and he asked why. She said, You’re a victim and you’re self righteous. And he said, I know.

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T 5651

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 3, 2012

You’re being prickly, she said, and he ignored her, but their kid thought it hilarious and she said, Not like that, but the kid didn’t care.

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T 5650

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 3, 2012

Someone says, This brand has lost its way, and someone else says, No it’s just in the toilet, and then everyone jetted off to Italy and ate.

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T 5649

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 3, 2012

I asked why I had become his enemy. He told me it was because I liked cake. He was into pie, he said. And I took the information like a man.

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T 5648

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 3, 2012

Jones stepped in it and Martin said, What’s the vig on that fug? They both laughed. Like men. Then Jones shot his partner. Shaddap, he said.

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T 5647

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 3, 2012

He lied to her and said, I’m a biochemist. She said, I’m a vegetarian, and he didn’t know what this meant because she had just lied as well.

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T 5646

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 3, 2012

Regret hovered in the air like a morning’s fog. Or smoke. From the barbecue. And the burnt chicken. Burnt because of inappropriate flirting.

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T 5645

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 3, 2012

He steps out of the café and lights a smoke. She follows him and says, You disappoint me. He picks the falafel out of his teeth. And coughs.

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T 5644

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 3, 2012

This isn’t fettuccine, he says and he crosses his hands and pouts, and she rolls her eyes. So I changed things, she says. And then he cries.

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