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“Except I had to make my Grindr profile private again.” “Damn, again?” When Clay nods miserably, Monica asks, “Why?” “Blind date. Bad Dragon. Don’t Google it, just trust me.” He holds his hands up, waving them back and forth with wide eyes as he shakes his head slowly. “Not kink shaming, but not my thing. I prefer dildos that are . . .

humanoid?” That sounds like a question, but she was not sure she can go there right now.

If it’s not human, what kind of penises—penisi?—are they talking? Thankfully, she doesn't get the chance to find out because Clay’s phone rings and he looks back to his desk. “Good to have you back. Let me know if you change your mind about the outing.” Monica gets back to work, getting up to speed with what she have missed, but it feels different now too. It’s as hollow as she was.

She was almost glad when her phone rings and she sees that it’s Molly. She was a welcome distraction, and her enthusiasm for life is undeniable. She would like to wallow in self-loathi