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You are now friends with Lucian Leroux

About damn time. I’d sent the request two days ago, but judging by his online activity, he wasn’t on Facebook a whole lot.

I opened up a new message and sent him the joke I’d seen the other day.

Hey, money guy! Do you know the best way to make a small fortune on the stock market? Start off with a big fortune.

At least he hadn’t turned off notifications. He responded fairly quickly.

I remember giving that joke a chuckle the first time I heard it in the ’90s. I feel the need to let you know that I never asked my parents for a sister. :) How’s your day?

“Pffft.” First of all, he should be so lucky to view me as a sister at some point. Second, that joke was brilliant.

I’ll make sure the joke is about wet cats the next time so you can relate. My day is incredibly Monday for being a Thursday. But I’m looking forward to the event tomorrow. I just have to suffer through four meetings and probably no lunch.

I walked out of my office, hoping I had enough time to visit the vending machines next to the break room on my way to my boss’s office.

Lucian responded again.

You have to eat, Penelope. You can think about wet pussy later.

I laughed to myself and tapped out a quick reply.

You’re asking for the impossible. (Stopping at a vending machine now!)

I bought myself a luxurious lunch—an apple and a chocolate bar, and I’d have to wash the gross wax coating from the apple later. Chocolate now, fruit later.

Just outside my boss’s office, I saw Lucian’s last response, and I could only grin. Both sweet and funny—who’d’a thunk it?

Damn lesbians. (That’s not enough. Don’t make me order you something, because I will.)