Jodie answered the door; it was Rob.
"Where the hell have you been? I've been alone all day thanks to you."
Rob's macabre expression caused her to cease her tirade and carefully inspect her man. He was pale, and his lips were peeled back into a grimace. His pupils were shrunk into pinholes. Jodie grabbed his hand: it was clammy, but still warm. Rob stepped inside.
"Let me fix you a sandwich." Jodie directed Rob to the couch, "When did this start up again?"
Rob held up four fingers excluding his thumb, who felt left out and didn't talk to his fellow fingers for a week. This was okay because the thumb always got to play video games and the other digits were sick and tired of hearing about it.
The thumb learned his lesson about humility, and soon the entire hand was cooperating and laughing and getting along grandly. They forgot completely about all the arguments of the past, and were better because of it.
The thumb turned to the index finger; his favorite finger. So slender, so purposeful. He sighed.
They kiss.
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