“And who exactly are we hiding from?” I ask. “The ghosts, obviously.” “Ah, of course. Ghosts famously hate laundry.” “All those years being mistaken for bedsheets. Who can blame them?” He shrugs one shoulder, and I slip my hands behind his neck.
“We are working on the hypothesis that the patient is a cock-hungry whore. Recommended treatment is a rapid course of exposure therapy that we hope will cure her of this terrible sickness.”
Lmao
Welcome back. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account.