Runaway Friends

The house looked like a matchstick house Daruth had seen one time, like a big matchstick house a dog had peed on.

Daruth looked at the house for a minute and then decided.

"Cool," he said to no one in particular.

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Girlfriend

Never had he thought it possible to find someone so perfect. She was everything he had ever imagined his ideal woman would be. Cute? Shit, this girl was fifty kinds of fine. Sexy, intelligent, sophisticated, fun, energetic, horny... you name it. What more could a guy ask for?

Well yeah... for her to not be just an imaginary girlfriend obviously... but besides that? I mean come on! Perfect!