Page 123 of Things Left Unsaid

Tee: There’s this shot of them with his brothers and Clyde’s in the picture too. He’s oozing slime. Wanna bet that breakup had something to do with Daddy Dearest?

Zee: *pukes*

Tee: Agreed

Tee: That was his last ‘official’ girlfriend

Tee: I think he has/had a side piece in Saskatoon though

Zee: Proof?

Tee: Jealous, Mrs. Korhonen?

Zee: PROOF?!

Tee: She’d take pictures of them every couple months. Nothing overt. You wouldn’t think they were dating. But they stand too close together to be friends and whoever they’re with, it’s not the same crowd so it’s not like he’s hanging with a group of university buds

Zee: When was the last time she posted a picture of them?

Tee: Before Thanksgiving so I think that might be over too?

Zee: Good

Tee: My, my, is that you turning green, Zee?

Zee: What else did you learn?

Tee: Aside from his birthday, lol?

Zee: What else?

Tee: Whenever the Foo Fighters play in Canada, he attends at least one concert. Two years ago, he went to three

Tee: And he subscribes to this Japanese logic puzzle magazine.

Zee: I’m impressed

Tee: He’s a grunge-loving, logic puzzle-annihilating, horse-obsessed, potential model, Zee. I think without the billions, he’d be a catch, babe. So, I don’t know what to tell you aside from jump on that cowboy and ride him hard and wet

Zee: TEE!

Tee: Trust me. You haven’t dated that much recently. You don’t know what the dating pool looks like out there. You got this guy (who’s KIND) to marry you without having to sell a kidney!

Tee: I’m almost jealous lol

Tee: Okay, I AM jealous. He gets to live with you and I don’t. *pouts*

Zee: *snorts*

Tee: You need him to fuck you, Zee

Zee: Why would I need that, lol?

Tee: Because I need to know if he lives up to the promise of being good in the sack. There has to be a defect. He’s too perfect to be real. And for my self-esteem, I need to know this information

Zee: What if he IS great in bed?

Tee: Then I’ll die an old maid because I can’t deal with these lackluster lays anymore. Honestly, is it so hard to rub the clitoris and not pick at it like you’re scooping a jellybean from a jar?

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