Soppho

W: You remember the flag shorts we saw that runner wearing the other day? I was going to get you a pair for your birthday, but I couldn’t find any online.  Hm. Maybe he hand-made them.
Me:  Right. Using bits of old flags and the shreds of his dignity.
W: Well, the pieces of old flags are [...]

Let’s talk about my favorite neighbors. They are definitely not the renters that live next door: two people and one dog in an apartment even smaller than mine, where the only separate room is the bathroom. The dog never barks, but I’m pretty sure both of them do. And not the inhabitants of cursed apartment [...]

“Hm….” he says.
*thoughtful pause*
“I can still taste the pickle from lunch when I burp.”
Romance, people. ROMANCE.