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“Bye,” I muttered. “Be safe.”

He got out of bed without another word and was gone without turning on a single light.

I heard him close the front door, then lock it, before I drifted back to sleep.

When I woke up again, it was light out, and I was in Quincy’s bed alone.

I knew as soon as I woke that today was going to be total shit.

It was only six in the morning, and I was awake.

Why was I awake?

Because my uterus hated me.

Once a month, I was reminded that I wasn’t God’s chosen one.

Why?

Because my uterus hurt so bad that it nearly doubled me over in the bed.

Like mother nature always did, she fucked me over on my day off.

I groaned when I got out of bed and immediately saw the mess I’d made of the sheets.

Stripping them off the bed and hoping beyond hope he had some good stain remover, I piled them into a tight ball and placed them on the floor next to the bedroom door before heading to his bathroom to hop into the shower.

After I was cleaned up and dressed in my own clothes, with a huge stack of toilet paper lining my panties, because God forbid I remember to pack a freakin’ tampon in my purse or my overnight bag, I headed to the laundry.

Which, of course, was overflowing and had both semi-wet clothes in the dryer, and mildewy smelling clothes in the washer.

After removing both loads from the washer and the dryer, I threw everything on the floor and got the sheets started, luckily finding stain remover.

I was out the door ten minutes later, heading to the closest Walgreens that happened to be five blocks over.

Since Quincy lived in a better part of town, I didn’t question the urge to walk. I just did.

Arriving at the Walgreens, I paid for the box of tampons, and immediately went to the bathroom to take care of business.

As I walked out of the store a few minutes later, I looked over my shoulder, wondering if it was normal to always feel like someone was looking at you.

I mean, I was in downtown Dallas, after all.

It was as I was looking around, trying to spot if I was actually being stared at, when I spotted it.

Pie Hard.

Frowning, I wondered what the place was, and found myself crossing the street to get to the front door.

When I arrived, it was to see straight into the coolest looking bakery I’d ever seen in my life.

The theme for the bakery was ’80s rock bands.

And on the wall was the biggest looking AC/DC-esque lettering for ‘Pie Hard’ that I could imagine.

I loved it.

Walking through the door, it was to find a beautiful woman standing there, looking eager.