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“We should get a dog together.” Liz blurted while they were seated at the kitchen table one morning sipping coffee and eating partially burned bacon and eggs.
“What?” Gretchen stared at her.
“Isn’t that what lesbians do?” Liz asked, completely oblivious to the fact that her logic was politically incorrect. “They date for a little while. They spend way too much time at each other’s apartments. They get a dog.”
“This whole ‘they’ thing is kind of putting me off, Liz.” Gretchen said, picking at her eggs. She was only eating them because Liz had made the effort to cook for her.
Liz pouted. “I’m new at this, don’t judge my terminology.”
Gretchen rolled her eyes. “ ‘New’ stopped about four months ago. And I’ll refrain from pointing out your usage of ‘a little while.’”
Liz sat in silence for a moment. “How bout a cat?”
Gretchen burst out laughing.