The Debt Collector's Proposal
Language: en
As graduation approached, the rich heiress in my dorm room cried about how much she'd miss me. I joked, "If you're that capable, why don't you just marry me?" She nodded solemnly, lunging forward as if to kiss me. "Okay, wifey. I'll marry you." I dodged quickly. "Don't be ridiculous. We're both girls." She didn't say a word. That night, I heard her on the phone: "Bro, do me a favor." "Help me marry a wife."