Julian’s fiction would always be stale because he’d never been in love, not really in love. But that was okay since all Marcia’s words were shallow as she had never had to work for her art. A Match Made in Post Graduate Literature.
And Jason used to whimper busy nothings into Rachel’s ear, cold and limp, and full of tax calculations.
Cecilia wanted to dive into words and read the pitter-patter of textual objects postmarked for her. Though she’d settle for an orgasm and a beer.
Marcia always preferred her men to be questions rather than answers. It was all those Cosmo quizzes she had filled out as a tween.
And Emily leaked sadness all the time. Eventually, she was cut off from home insurance.
George loved Amelia with all the patience of one downloading porn on a modem in the ‘90s.