"Polly. Baby."
"Yeah?"
"Taxes. Fucking taxes. You're better with numbers than me and they're due in a month and I don't know Polly just make our hard-earned money disappear PUHLEEEEEAAAAAASE."
"You don't know how to do taxes?"
"...No."
"And you're a professor, correct?"
"For art history."
"But you teach."
"...Yeah."
"Well, you'll have to entertain me while I fill them out."
"Done and done..."
"DON'T KISS ME THERE I'M SENSITIVE AND I'M TRYING TO ADD."
YOU ARE READING
Swans
RomanceMia and Polly continue being awesome and stuff I dunno you know you're gonna read it anyway.
