Chapter 33: Ultimate Insult.

For the past weeks things were great between us, but since three days now, it hasn't. I complained to Jon how he frequented poker nights with his newly acquired friends from the underbelly of New York City, his shabby wardrobe, and his unwillingness to start looking for a bigger apartment. But he's problem is about my sudden lack of interest in giving him blow jobs, how I keep the thermostat cooler than neccessary, and my obsession with Sandra and Max. We've been fighting about everything and anything.

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Jon came into the bedroom with a box of doughnuts from Fluffy bakery to apologize for yesterday's fight. He's actually learning about romantic gestures.

"Thanks," I said with my mouth full.

"Are they tasty?" He asked, reaching to pick one. He took a bite and made a 'mmmm' sound to answer his question that they are tasty.

He sat on the bed and flip on the television, searching for the sports channel.

"Do you want us to choose a baby name?" I asked. I'm tired o