Hundo | Transitive | Love | Math
Love is… (or not)
“It doesn’t make sense to me,” he lamented for the umpteenth time. “You both like me one on one, why can’t you show any affection toward each other?”
Four fire-rimmed eyes glared at him as he struggled to pull his clothes back on. His wife stood in the doorway while his girlfriend wrapped herself in a sheet and backed into the bathroom. With a final withering stare, she issued a Parthian shot.
“Because love isn’t transitive, you fool!” she snapped, slamming the door.
His wife swallowed a smile, despite her rage. “Great, I’m going home with the dummy. Smart choice.”
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