To Anne, with Love
Everyday Ren went to the bus stop for work, he saw her. She wasn't much really. She was quiet and calm, always keeping to herself. He once caught her staring at him sideways, sizing him up probably. She was small like he was, but a little head taller. As if by coincidence, she always sat with him. They went to the same workplace together. When they arrived, she parted with her two friends. Ren thought she was a little cute sometimes when she poked her scarlet lips out. Everything about the chihuahua girl was either red, pink, or black. Her lips, hair and nails were red. Her cheeks pink. Eyes, nails, and clothes were black. Ren didn't know what her nationality was. Probably Mexican, like him. The girl didn't talk at all. Other than last week when she screamed racial slurs at some blacks during a retarded pep rally. She also threw a chair at one of the coaches there. Nevertheless, the girl was always quiet or sullen. Ren also saw her smile once. She had white, beautiful, straight teeth.
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How old is she? Ren thought. They were the same species, but age? Ren was forty-five, but the girl looked like she was twenty-four. Ren didn't want to be a registered sex offender for courting an underage child. But if she's old enough to work at the newspaper firm…Ren was deeply suspicious of the girl's sideway glances at him. Could she be a spy? A detective? Could she have somehow known about his vulgar advances to human women? Can he plead her for forgiveness?
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"Stimpy, have you noticed a chihuahua follow you around everywhere?" Ren asked his best friend before they went to bed. Stimpy stopped brushing his teeth. "Ren, the only chihuahua that's with me all the time is you silly!" he laughed. Ren wanted to smack him so badly. "No, you eediot! I mean, a female asthma-hound! Not me!" Ren growled. Stimpy thought about it really hard. "No, I haven't. Why?" he wondered. "Nothing. Just wondering." Ren feigned a yawn. "About to hit the sack. See you, Stimpy." Stimpy looked at Ren's retreating back curiously. "Uh, right Ren." Did Ren really think he was cheating on him? Stimpy shook his head. No, that was silly. But, Ren did seem pretty stressed out at the table tonight. He didn't even touch his dinner or read his favorite romance novel. Stimpy, not wanting to pry into his friend's life, figured Ren had a stressful day at work