The night that she came with me timidly out to my car, and climbed into the passenger seat where we spoke civilly and distantly.
She followed me inside my apartment, up three flights of steps, because even though that was a nicer apartment than the house I used live in, the elevator was still broken.
The sheets were flannel and they were the sheets of a bachelor –unwashed, sheets that had seen many wet dreams and the body of many naked girls.
Nate wrote:And if YWS ever does become a company, Jack will be the President of European Operations. In fact, I'm just going to call him that anyways.
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