Not a lot of cooking goes on in the kitchen without any heat.
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Getting down to brass tacks, Audri said, “Nick, the ‘accident’ I mentioned was by aliens. I was transported into space, or at least my mind was, and then into an alien body.” Nick replied, “You must be joking. Right?” Shloof, Audri pulled off her cloak. Shocked, Nick said, “A costume?” Audri said, “No. I give you permission to touch my hair.” He touched her hair and then recoiled. Audri said, “Do you still love me? You said that you would no matter what I looked like.” Nick said, “I still love you, but also, ‘ick.’ You look like an old mop.” Audri said, “Hey! Bringing up a woman’s age is never okay!”
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i can hear this dialogue in my head (laudatory)
“Old mop” was her first job as a tith.
A little shampoo and brushing maybe…
Make that a LOT of shampoo.
My impression of Nick grows worse by the day. I expect a lot of young American men to be shallow, dazzled by synthetic glamor and careless of their paramour’s feelings, but jeez-o-Peetz, Nick is pathetically nonempathetic. To the point not of insensitivity, but of comedy. Nothing he can say to Audri now can be anything but funny. He simply can’t be taken seriously any more.
He could have accepted her and gone with her, for the adventure of a lifetime. However, he is a prick, so lets hope he doesn’t go.