“I keep telling you that I’m not Laura,” Jeremy protested.
“Right. You just look like my wife, sound like my wife, and literally are in the exact spot she was moments ago, but you’re actually some middle aged dude named Jeremy.”
“Exactly,” Jeremy replied as he picked up a glass of wine from the table.
“You know, this one takes the cake. When you don’t want to sleep with me, you usually come up with some sort of story, but this? I mean, come on.”
Finally, Chad gave up and turned on the television. There was a news report about something being called “The Great Shift.” Suddenly, he realized it wasn’t a story at all.
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