Status Updates From Footsteps in the Dark

DNF 39%

I kept thinking I'd come back to this one, but alas...

GET BENT, DIPSHIT!
The love note was scrawled across my grocery list on the refrigerator door. It was fine. I preferred keeping all my reminders in a central location. Now I knew I needed to pick up milk, sugar, bread and a new boyfriend.

"I hope you get what you're looking for."
That sounded like a curse. No, I knew what I wanted: a purebred male, classy and stylish. Not a dog you saw every day. One who would attract the pretty gay boys whenever I took him to the dog park.

The shock was visceral. Adam hadn't been kind enough to get fat... or bald. He was as tall and fit and lovely as when Callum had left him.

As a non-native English speaker I shouldn't feel this strongly, but...

"NITCH" IS AN ABOMINATION! 🤬🤬🤬
nēsh or nish are the only acceptable ways to pronounce the word niche!

... no, I don't care about Webster disagreeing.

Asking (begging?) for police protection be like:
"I'm still not sure about this."
"I'll make sure you have fun."
"I don't wanna have fun."
"Then I'll make sure you have a horrible evening."
"I can do that all by myself."