“Because you’re imagining it…” “Yes,” I nearly shout. “Fine, okay? How can I not? You won’t shut up about it! And now I have this image in my head of some dude working out his dick with dumbbells—Sorry, ma’am. I mean, Sister. Right. Yeah, I probably shouldn’t talk like that in front of a church. Or ever. You’re right—Shit. That was so fucking awkward. Oh, you’re such an asshole. I hate you.”
