Game Face

Jack Stratton
Nov 4 · 9 min read

The text message came at 11 am that Saturday and simple read “fine.”

I didn’t really know what to do with myself, and so I set upon the only thing I could think of. I cleaned my apartment.

My place was small, a studio, and I tried to kept it relatively spotless, but she was actually coming over, she was actually going to do it, so I needed everything to be perfect. I washed the few dishes I had, made my bed, scrubbed…

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Jack Stratton

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Writer, New Yorker, foodie, hedonist, kinky, poly, dandy, switch. Find free stories and a list of my books at writingdirty.com

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