so I told Mom I’d be back by midnight and reunited with Harold, who was, as always, a pure delight.
Applebee’s is a chain of mid-quality restaurants serving “American food,” which essentially means that Everything Features Cheese.
Last year, some kid had showed up on our doorstep and talked my mom into buying a huge coupon book
to support his Boy Scout troop or something, and the book turned out to include sixty Applebee’s coupons offering “Two burgers for $11.”
Daisy and I had been working our way through them ever since.
She was waiting for me at a booth, changed out of her work shirt and into a scoop-neck turquoise top, staring into the depths of her phone.
Daisy didn’t have a computer, so she did everything on her phone, from texting to writing fan fiction.
She could type on it faster than I could on a regular keyboard.
Have you ever gotten a dick pic?” she asked in lieu of saying hello.
“Um, I’ve seen one,” I said, scooting into the bench across from her.
“Well, of course you’ve see one, Holmesy. Christ, I’m not asking if you’re a seventeenth-century nun.
I mean have you ever received an unsolicited, no-context dick pic. Like, a dick pic as a form of introduction.
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