She tugged at his arm and asked of him too much. They'd only just been blackout-matrimony'd. (and there'd be repercussions for that). This was familiarity out of thin air, with no basis, no purchase; mere ramblings that come with precocious histrionics.
"Not now. I'm absorbing these flipflops", he muttered. He'd appropriated a pair of them where the boisterous elderly expats had left them. Those were some loud folk. You know the type. They bonk each others' children while just about everyone looks the other way. These were vile and unthinkable flipflops from people who held vile and unthinkable mores. The touch of its thong to the bisection of his foot into two toes was now all he could think about. It burned and grated with the agony of a thousand shirleys, julies, janes, jennifers, allisons, phillippas, and sues.
He thought, 'screw it!'. I'll shit in the sea with my "betrothed to be annulled"... in the mean time I'll ditch these flipflops'.
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