mention everyone else—it was

Adam/Buddy on the far end of the line.

“Hello?”

Hey, Gorgeous. I miss you.

Melted butter.

“Oh, Adam. Me too.”

I can’t stay on long. Phone bills, you know.

Hot butter burned.

“Okay.”

Just want you to know I love you.

Burned good.

“Me too. Always.”

Lince is coming home tomorrow. She’ll be okay.

Burned bad.

“I’m glad.”

Bree? I’ve been thinking. We’re a long way apart …

Sizzled.

“I know.”

So I think we should give each other permission to see other people.

Spattered.

“You want my permission?”

You have mine. Just think of me from time to time.

Welted.

“I don’t need your permission, Buddy. And you obviously don’t need mine.”

Well, okay then. Better go. Keep in touch. I really do love you.

Scarred.

His Idea of Love

sure didn’t mesh with mine.

“I love you, let’s see other people.”

Interesting

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