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Go fish.
A poem he composed for me.
Is is quite clear, to cheat my dear,
one first must play a game.
The one in which we’ve found ourselves
has yet to take a name.
It’s brief expanse, this one song dance
has only just begun.
If things progress accordingly
it’s also far from done.
The stakes would be, obviously,
none too high at all
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Who’s the bigger dog?
Me: Did you like my new boyfriend?
Jonathan: He was quiet.
Jonathan: He was sizing you up.
Me: I’ll piss on his leg.