Digging for Treasure
When I finally worked up the nerve to talk to the handsome campus photographer at my college, he dropped this smooth-as-silk pickup line: “We should, uh, walk the dog together sometime.” I’m not sure what’s more telling: that this was his strategy, or that I fell for it without hesitation.
A few weeks later, when Dane swung open the door of his apartment to greet me, my gaze immediately fell to the weird-looking mutt eyeing me from between Dane’s feet. The dog’s ears were one size too big, moved independently of one another, and appeared to be controlled from above by invisible puppet strings. His awkward build was simultaneously leggy and runty. Jerry looked more like. I loved him instantly. , I thought as I crossed the threshold.
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