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First published March 25, 2017
“We’re your Filthy Princes.”
“We’re your Dirty Princes.”
“I find a small cardboard box decorated with hearts under some paperwork in front of my computer, and my heart misses a beat, thinking it might be from Brylee…
Inside are little black things that look like charcoal – or maybe fossils? I sniff one, and I am surprised to discover there’s a faint scent of cinnamon to them.”
“I stare resolutely ahead at the road, not looking at either of my boyfriends.
Which they are. Officially. I asked them.
They said yes at the same time.”
“I doubt I’m much of a virgin. I did a lot of ballet as a kid. You know…all these splits.”
“Okay, between him and Ryan, they’ve set out to break my heart.”
“I love you.” The words are out before I can stop them. “So, fucking much. Both of you.”
"Sorry!" I drop both dumbbells to the floor to rush to his aid, and he dances away from them, hissing.
"You're a public hazard, woman."
"I do what I can. Are you hurt?"
"Just because you're not riding white horses doesn't mean you're not my princes."