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March 12, 2012 / Keely

Dr. Cluckencock

“I need the bathroom first.”
Once inside she opened the medicine cabinet. The usual man things and a bottle of doxycycline. She frowned. The toilet smelled like piss and the claw-foot bathtub had slime rings so thick you’d get stuck.
“What’s the doxy for?” she asked, coming out and kicking off her Danskos. The blue carpet gave her shivers to walk across.
The curtains were closed and he sat on the edge of his neatly made bed, hands folded in front of him. He looked up when she came in.
“We don’t know each other very well, do we?”

Written by AV Boyd

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