Page 8 of Butterfly Effect

Ouch. That bad?

Me

Worse.

Indi

Fly here! We’ll find you a gorgeous Italian man who’ll beg to eat grapes off of your body.

Me

I’ll settle for a man in Ottawa who’ll beg to eat me out properly.

Indi

Cin Cin!

Indi

ahahah, but seriously, they’re out there.

She’d know. Indi Davé married her dream man, Landon Radek, the poster boy for the NHL. She’s off canoodling with the alternate captain of the Regents during the end of European Summer before the season kicks into gear.

Me

Stop rubbing it in.

Indi

That’s what she said.

Me

Landon is a bad influence.

Indi

Absolutely. Thank God he has a big dick to make up for it.

Me

This is where I’d like the conversation to end.

Indi

I love you!! Call you soon.

Me

Love you, too.

My plate makes its way onto the coffee table as the Netflix app glitches and switches to live TV.

“What now?” I ask the remote, pressing a few buttons to troubleshoot.

When I casually glance over the screen, anger builds toward the star of the athletic wear ad. Kurt Vaughn, a Toronto Towers center and my ex-fiancé, dunks on an undefended basket. He looks like he always does: angled jaw, broad shoulders, toned arms. Six feet and six inches of pure strength and speed.

I turn the TV off.

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