All Keyed Up
Quilly | November 19, 2008
He answered the phone.
She said, “This is an obscene phone call.”
He sighed, exasperated. “Not again?”
She said, “Yep. Put your hands in your pockets.”
After a brief pause he said, “Nope. Haven’t got ‘em.”
She said, “Then where are they?”
He suggested the table in the spare room. Then he suggested his desk. The bathroom counter?
She said, “I looked [...]
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