Beatify

“A priest blessed me,” he said to her over a basket of first-date skinny fries at GBK. He leaned in a little closer. “He blessed me … down there.”

She made a mental note to delete her Okcupid account, and then burn her computer to the ground.

“It was a ceremony,” he said, a little boastfully. “Hymns and robes and fumes and stuff. Cost a grand.”

She took another handful of fries. She’d paid for them and was going to get her damn £3.50’s worth.

“It’s basically a Saint now.”

And she just chewed.

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