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“You need a boyfriend,” Flint said suddenly.

Sophie stopped in her tracks, and turned her head slowly to stare the pigeon right in his beady black eyes. “What?” she asked, incredulously.

“You need a boyfriend,” Flint repeated. “Or a girlfriend, it doesn't matter which.”

“I'm fine on my own, thanks,” Sophie shot back, annoyance creeping into her voice.

“Oh, please!” Flint scoffed, and the feathers around his neck ruffled in irritation. “You're lonely, and any fool can see it. You need someone in your life that's not a pigeon.”

“Gee, thanks,” Sophie muttered, and she started walking again. Home was only five minutes away now, and she couldn't wait to get to her apartment, strip off her work clothes, and climb into a nice hot bubble bath. It was her relaxation ritual, something she did each night now after working, a symbolic cleaning away of the mundane world that she had to live in. Plus it would give her some privacy from a certain matchmaking pigeon. This wasn't the first time he's tried to insist she hook up with someone.

“I mean it,” Flint insisted. “I mean, I've been laid more than you have.”

“Oh, ha ha,” Sophie said dryly. “An egg joke. How droll.”