This Could Be the Start

"You've been brain fucked!"

"So have you!" We held each other and laughed for quite a while. When we got up we dressed and I noticed how my clothes felt very different. We made it to our afternoon classes. She had a class in King Hall, third floor and my class was in the Sagan Building, second floor. When I got to class one person said, "Didn't you have hair last week?"

"Yeah, baldness hits suddenly in my family. Not too bad for me but Mom had problems." He shook his head and walked away.

We met up after or classes and Faith said, "I've been thinking."

I've never understood why women say that. They are always thinking. They think while they sleep! I gave the learned response, "What about?"

"Us. How much do you pay in rent?"

"Six hundred a month. That includes utilities."

"If you move in with me we can both save some money. I pay seven hundred for my place. If you and I split that we both only pay three and a half! I get a boy-friend, lower rent and someone to keep me warm."

"Remember what you said to me yesterday?"

"What?"

"Shut up. You had me after the first six words. If you move in with me... and I was in. All the rest is frosting. Tomorrow I'll borrow a truck and bring all my stuff to your place."

"I'll help."

"Do I sleep at our place tonight or must I wait until tomorrow?"

"If you wait until tomorrow how will I get a brain fuck tonight?"

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