By three p.m., he’d carefully frosted each of the twelve cupcakes, meticulously sprinkled them to ensure an artful and even distribution, and sealed them in a rectangular Tupperware. He did more push-ups, showered again, shampooing his pubes this time, then put on his brand-new pair of boxers. He walked into the living room, smiling like an idiot. Tricia came out of her room and cocked her hip to one side, surveying him. “Got a date or something?” “How’d you know?” Corderoy said. “You’re grinning like an idiot. And you haven’t showered twice in the last week. Who is she?” “Just someone I met.” “I want the dirt later,” she said. “Shit,” Corderoy said. “Forgot to brush.” He closed himself in the bathroom and brushed his teeth longer than he’d ever brushed his teeth. After five minutes, he took a swirl of Tricia’s Listerine, which burned the hell out of his mouth, but that’s how you knew it was working.
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