Snapshots via Dialogue

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“You need to get laid.” A matter-of-fact greeting announced the arrival of your best friend.

She marched past doors you remembered were closed, approached you with unrelenting strides, eyebrows crooked confrontationally.

“...”

“She’s got a point, Unnie,” the friend’s better half added, peeking from the entrance. She winced, head tilted in apology, at your betrayed glare.

“I’m offering you an outside-the-box opportunity,” insisted the first intruder of your personal space, “why waste time finding a date when you can hire an escort to inspire chart topping lyrics!”

The nerve of her.