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In my ribcage, someone released butterflies that were high on cocaine. I was in big trouble.
“May the hinges of our new-found friendship never grow rusty.”
“Here’s to you and here’s to me. Friends may we always be. But, if by chance we disagree. Up yours. Here’s to me.”
The dildo of consequences rarely arrived lubed, and if I had wronged someone badly in the past, this was surely where I’d get my payback.
fucked | fək-əd | VERB: [w/ object] have sex with someone. Nope, not at the moment. [w/t object] Dr. Andrew Jones and Adriana Jones’s current circumstances. ORIGIN: Possibly Germanic (Swedish dialect focka and Dutch dialect fokkelen) early 16th century. Certainly Colombia, present day, ten thirty a.m.
jou·is·sance | ZHo͞oēˈsäns | NOUN: Physical or intellectual pleasure; chips and salsa; jeans that make an ass look great; Outlander, Season 1 Episode 7; Andrew’s lips; sex; sex with Andrew; building a life with Andrew; Andrew. ORIGIN: The Triton bar, Costa Rica, the moment I laid my eyes on Dr. Andrew Oliver Jones.
I hated to admit it, but I had enjoyed the thrill of this trip—except for the pain, the fear of dying in a crypt, Richard, Brie, and having guns pointed at me.
Most importantly, thank you to the love interest in my own love story, Burke, my husband. Our love story is my favorite because it’s like an oak tree that started as a couple of nuts who stood their ground. Burke, I’m forever grateful for your endless support of my dream. Thank you for not minding participating in my I-need-to-figure-out-if-it-is-physically-possible-in-a-scene moments.
