I'd Like This Woman, but I Wasn't Sure

I thought i might be imagining its being reciprocal. I'd had that thought only three times before, and each instance had predicted a relatively long term monogamous relationship. One january night, first week back in classes, we snorted some crushed alotted and fucked. In the morning while i was cooking breakfast, a mouse blurred out from under the broiler and squeezed itself between the wall and the fringe. Next thing i knew, i was standing on a chair across the table from hatty, hugging myself and breathing loudly, watching liquid omelett crawl the crooked floor. But that wasn't the punch line. The essay was plagiarised. My sisters would like this woman. That evening