Stripes

He seemed to be on the straight and narrow, prefering to be somewhat “square”, as she teased him, while pulling his hair, about loving to live by the rules.  She was an explosion of polka dots, all colors, prefering to be spontaneous and erratic, or as he called, “unstable”.  Mixing stripes and polka dots was horrible and tacky but she was a great kisser, amongst other things.

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