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They exchange a look, but I pretend not to notice. They’re likely trying to detect a lie or spot the manipulative web the evil vagina is weaving.
“I think I know why you’re all so moody,” I say as though it’s just dawned on me. “You all have your man-periods at the same time.”
“Episodes of homicidal rage. Uncontrollable lust. Middle-of-the-night pizza cravings…Yep. You’re all totally synced up like these menstruating rocks,”
“I mean, it’s right there in the word. Menstruating. It’d make more sense to define moody men.”
“My evil vagina is impressed with her powers of temptation,” I deadpan.
“Just for that, you’re no longer my favorite. It goes back to Ezekiel by default.”
“Will any of those books give me insight on why you four seem a little moody?” I ask seriously.
“How’d you sleep, Death Punch?” I drawl, grinning like the cat who ate the canary.
“Well, don’t any of you go trying to die, and I’ll let you be men. But the second I see you not pulling your own, I’ll totally emasculate you. Again,”
“Maybe we should discuss this with clothes on, since she’s easily very distracted,” Jude bites out.
We all fell in love eventually in this story. I skipped to the end, just to make sure, then went back to the beginning.
