0 | prologue
"What the fuck!?"
"Good God, you scared the Hades out of me!"
"Who the hell are you?"
"Surely you mean who the Hades I am? Right? Right? Get it?"
"If that was an attempt at winking, let me tell you, it was an epic fail."
"We-"
"You know what? Forget it, I don't really care."
"Uh okay, so I'll just..."
"What I would like to know is what are you doing at my doorstep in your fucking boxers at eight in the morning?"
"There is a very good explanation for that actually, Miss..?
"I'm not telling you my name, creep."
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Boxers
Short Story"Why does it happen that whenever I meet you, you're in your boxers?" "Would you like me better without them?" "Eww no."
