Literary Upstart Winner: Penny 

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Soon thereafter, Penny installed herself in the guest bedroom. At least I got the room with the TV.

"Now you can sleep with that disgusting baby blanket, just the two of you."

"It's not disgusting. I wash it."

She gave me a pointed look.  

"You're a grown man."

"People who hump the bedpost should not throw stones."

No reply.

How much longer could we go on this way? What was going to happen to us? What was going to happen to me?

Travel, anonymous sex, team sports, gadgetry.

From outside came high-pitched, feral squealing. I looked out the window. The Mormon children were chasing each other with sticks.

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