There is a prevalent stench coming from somewhere in the kitchen. Musette thinks that maybe a rat crawled in the hole beneath our sink and died. She looked down there yesterday but couldn’t see anything.

I tell her I’ll have sex with her from behind while she’s searching for it.

“Cleaning a dead rat out of the hole beneath the sink is not a date.” she says.

“But it could be fun.” I say.

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