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Oh man, it’s really too bad that you’re already married because how awesome of a story would it have been if this sparked a whirlwind romance between you and the Rabbit-Sender? That would have been the greatest “how did you meet” story of all time.
November, 2065: An old couple sit facing each other in a living room. Each is in their mid-80s, their faces showing the crags and troughs that come with old age. Tartan blankets cover their legs, an added scintilla of personal heat to add to the roaring log fire. They stare silently ahead, as if listening to the moments pass by, made audible by the grandfather clock on south wall.
Photographs of children and grandchildren jostle for space on the mantlepiece. It is a scene of the quiet dignity and satisfaction of a life spent in the warmth of another.
She breaks the silence.
“I sent it deliberately, you know.”
He looks up at her.
“The rabbit. I saw you on the intracompany webpage and figured it would get you to notice me.”
“I thought you said…”
“‘That’s a bloke who will appreciate a rabbit dressed as a nurse,’ I thought. ‘That’s a bloke who likes to see small animals dressed as people and sending him an image of such a thing - apropos of nothing - will endear me to him and could possibly result in our one day becoming romantically intertwined.”
“And I faked every orgasm.”