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Clarissa was the sort of girl who loved 70s music and having an Archers and
lemonade, but after a week of university life she started wearing a "What
Would Jesus Do?" bracelet. As I sat in the kitchen eating my Honey Nut
Cornflakes, I couldn't help but stare at the bracelet on her wrist. When
Kris walked in, wearing nothing but a small towel, I nearly dribbled milk
all down my chin.
"Good morning!" he said, cheerfully.
"Um, Kris. Good morning." I replied, trying not to stare. The letters
WWJD weren't quite as interesting anymore.
"Kris, what's this? Is it 'Don't Get Dressed Day'?" Clarissa inquired.
The tops of her ears were red. Kris laughed, not noticing her
embarrassment.
"No, no, Clarissa. I am just more comfortable this way!"
"Jesus, man, do you wax? Your chest is smoother than a baby's ass!"
Robbie had stopped dead in his tracks.
"You know you like it, you sexy thing." Kris winked, grabbed a banana,
and pinched Rob's cheek on his way out.
"I have never seen anything like that before in my life," Clarissa sighed.
The tops of her ears weren't red anymore.
Kris walked around half-naked so often that we eventually didn't think
twice about it. Clarissa's ears no longer turned red--in fact, I saw her
and Kris talking quite often. They were always together.
A couple of weeks later, she and I were in the kitchen again, eating
breakfast. I noticed that her WWJD bracelet was gone, but before I could
ask her about it Kris walked in. As usual, he was only wearing a towel.
"Kris! Do you even own clothes?" Clarissa exclaimed.
"You know you like it, you sexy thing!" He smiled.
"Damn. . .you're right." She smiled back.
That morning, I dribbled milk down my chin.
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