“Leks, you can’t do this to me. It’s your child,” I’m jabbed with a pregnancy test.
“An a-bor-tion!” I repeat syllable by syllable. “What kids would we even have together?” I sweep my hand over my garage. “Take care of yourself. Get lost, Lesya! Don’t mess with my head. Where’s the money— you know.”
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Olesya Shestakova is an orphan and my pain in the ass. I’d dreamed since childhood of a puppy or a kitten, and then she showed up. She stuck to my garage, I started feeding her, let her sleep there at first— and in the end I just left her to live with me. I feed her, water her, clothe her. In return, she carries out a few simple functions so I don’t get covered in dust and always have a couple of clean T-shirts in reserve.
Everything was fine for all of us— until one day I got carried away and found her in my bed.
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#He’s got a terrible temper #She’s secretly in love with him #They’re nothing like ideal