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by
Penny Reid
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March 31 - March 31, 2013
adorkable
Sir Handsome McHotpants’s piercing blue eyes.
never trust a Jon without an h in his name. John should be spelled J-o-h-n, not J-o-n.” Sandra pointed
“You know, to Kinnear: to stealthily take a clandestine picture of someone without them knowing. Hello? Don’t any of you read the Yarn Harlot’s blog?”
She said I owned the clothes of a radiologist and the shoes of an OBGYN, which is like the medical doctor equivalent of saying that I dressed like a librarian with a propensity for fuckmeboots.
that McHotpants was standing in the doorway, clothed only in a white towel wrapped low around his waist as if it didn’t matter to him whether it stayed in place or pooled on the floor.
During one weak moment I contemplated throwing my coffee at him.
It was like throwing Hustler magazines at sex addicts. After a two-second lull of stunned silence, everyone started talking excitedly at once. Elizabeth sent me a sweet smile over her ice water.
“Janie, trust me. You can talk to me. It’s my company.”
There are 10 kinds of people in the world: those who understand binary numbers, and those who don’t.
“He’s a Wendell.”
a multiple-slamp Wendell man-whore.
Quinn plus tequila equaled Quinquelia, and that sounded like something that happens in Mexican jails. I allowed
Tub plus Quinn equaled Quinntub or Tubinn. I decided Tubinn sounded more alluring; I let that thought wash over me: Tubinn with Quinn. I didn’t
his eyes were the bull, all my previous attempts at detachment were the china shop, and he was smashing it to pieces—smash, smash, smash.
