Page 65 of Stroked Long
Ruby: I hate you.
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Ruby: Would you rather eat a piece of German chocolate cake, or do another one of those inspirational Olympic interviews they are always showing in between races?
Bodi: Cake. ALL. FUCKING. DAY.
Ruby: And this coming from Mr. Shrubbery Eater himself.
Bodi: Spotlights are a fucking nightmare.
Ruby: It doesn’t show. Maybe that’s why you’ve captured America’s heart.
Bodi: It’s all about perception.
Ruby: I feel lucky then.
Bodi: Why’s that?
Ruby: Because I’m one of few who gets to see the real you.
I don’t think she really understands the significance of that, but she is. One of a very small list of people I trust. Even more so than Coach to some extent. Ruby has seen some of my strange, inescapable idiosyncrasies, andshehasn’t run. In fact, she seems to want to stay. My friend.My Rubes.
Bodi: One of three . . .
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Bodi: Did you really just send me a picture of a package of Double Stuf Oreos?
Ruby: You talked about them too much. You’re to blame, you made me crave them.
Bodi: How can you eat those knowing they’re my favorite?
Ruby: Easily, with a quick twist and a scrape of my teeth against the cookie to get the filling.
Bodi: You scrape the filling off? Do you even eat the cookie?
Ruby: I’m not a barbarian! Of course I eat the cookie part, after I lick it clean.
Bodi: *gagging*
Ruby: Judger! You are a judger! Shame on you.
Bodi: By the time you’re done licking, is it soggy?
Ruby: Are we talking about Oreos or something else . . .
Bodi: Classic Rubes, mind always in the gutter. And here I thought you were a lady.
Ruby: Ladies know about flaccid penises after an oral orgasm. We’re not prudes you know.
Bodi: Flaccid penis and oral orgasm should never be in the same sentence.
Ruby: Sensitive topic for you?
Bodi: Fucking sass is going to get you in trouble.
Ruby: Ooo, one can only hope.
