She’ll make a big show of it, she’ll come huffing and puffing across the kitchen with her head thrown back and her tongue hanging out.

And I’ll pretend like I don’t know what’s coming, and then inevitably she’ll come in close, wind up, and hump me hard enough to knock me against the counter, but only once.

Then she’ll walk into the living room and lay back down on the couch.

 

 

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