The monogamy pill
I think we should be friends
Saed read it aloud
Then he looked at the person he was talking to
New guy
Barton, he said
Barton, she thinks we should be friends
You can always use friends
No, fuck that
Perhaps she found you displeasing
You'll find the back of my hand displeasing
Barton laughed and was interrupted by a chime in his headset
Welcome to Wiccan Chicken where we manifest the flavor, are you ready to order?
Saed returned to the fryer and shifted the contents around with the stainless steel scoop.
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They waited until their manager locked the door and then walked to where their cars were parked.
At least she remembers you
Oh no you got the ghost
Yeah, pretty little thing named Lennon
Fuck, I'm sorry to hear that, Barton
Yeah, that's why I had to get a job here, got kicked out
Where you living
Parents
Damn well, good luck with that
You too, Saed
He got in his car, backed out and drove away.
Saed stood next to his car with the door open, took off his apron and threw it inside, then pulled out a pack of cigarettes and tapped it on the back of his hand.
Photos of collapsed areas, drains and irrigation. The edge of the sidewalk worn away and not fixed for years, then a photo of the inside where a pumpkin vine has sprouted.
The assistant says, this is exactly what they want
Pumpkin vine conspiracy.
The photo was gray like concrete worn to sand, it formed a funnel then the underneath was a black grate like a playground picnic table with a black and deep green vine coming out of a smashed plastic drain pipe.
He stood in the boiler room, like a hallway in a baseball stadium, he examined vintage pipes that ran the length of one wall, curved sharply and went into the polished concrete floor.
Wait, we don't let anyone inspect
He looked at the hand on his shoulder, followed the arm to the security guard looking at him, we have our own people.
It's not frequent enough, you just replace it after it goes bad. You're cheap and have no respect for plumbing history.
The man let his hand drop and looked confused.
The boiler room colors were a sea green from the wall down to the floor and there was a baby blue stripe separating it with the white wall and ceiling. The pipes had been painted and were rough and old, paint over rust.
The man who worked there and let him in wore black, a woolen coat and slacks, a cap, dress shoes, white button down shirt, conspicuously lacking a tie but they were working men.
Date number six
He sat down, excited. He spread the napkin on his lap and picked up the wine menu.
She saw her friend enter the bar and sit at another table, a man with long dark hair and a beard was with her.
She received a text and looked at her phone, it was from her friend at the other table, who's the sugar daddy?
She read it aloud to her date and he lowered the wine menu, he looked uncomfortable.
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He dropped her at home and she stood inside the front door and texted, thank you for the great time, my friend called you sugar daddy because you look older.
He replied, my friend asked, who's the escort LOL
She immediately blocked him.
Where did your monogamy fetish begin? 1983. Genesis, That's All.
Truth is I love you more that I wanted to. There's no point in trying to pretend. There's been no-one who makes me feel like you do. Say we'll be together 'til the end.
Why is that relevant? It was on the radio all the time the first time my mother was institutionalized. I would hear it on the radio when my father drove us out to visit her and on the way back home without her.
Whatever you do do not put a fucking QR code on my headstone I will find you and destroy you from beyond the grave. Surest way to create a revenant or poltergeist right there. Fuck off you absolute termite.