After I arrive home, the stink of myself in my nostrils, tired of rebreathing my own air beneath a mask all day, and just generally disappointed in the world, Katie greets me with a weary smile.
"Are you gross enough," she says with a mischievous grin, "for a pre-dinner shower?"
I aver that I am, in fact, more than gross enough, and we start stripping in the hall as we run for the showers.
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