"…in the dark of that night's betrayal or blind date…" - The Virgin Suicides, by Jeffrey Eugenides

Half a drabble, because I am lazypants. You should not be lazypants. You should review. *meaningful look*


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ii. blind date or betrayal

She's poised over him, Mr. Business Casual, one knee on his chest, one hand gripping his tie. And she feels regret? Guilt? Maybe disappointment that it's not the sort of love people would expect her mother's kids to have. But this is lust, the most primal form of love. And lust is love and love is lust, but Drew's always been good at only one of them.