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Last week, Jack asked if he could take a pic of Dennis, for reasons that the eight-sentence limit didn’t make clear.
We’re skipping over a couple of sentences that inform us that Jack and Dennis are cousins, and that the Riordan family has been blessed with dimples, as long as they show teeth when they smile.
“Yeah, this’ll work.”
Dennis scowled and sat up. “I told you, I’m not modeling for SwimSation Gear.”
“I know. And even though I don’t understand how you could deny the agency, and by extension the legacy of your family, a slam dunk OBIE award, I respect your decision. Besides, we can’t afford to lose you—no one else in this place works through lunch.”
“So what’s going on?”
“Kirsten’s sister is sending wedding prep photos to their mother and I thought she might want to complete the set of groomsmen.”
And it’s also a way to make sure Viv knows he wasn’t part of not-Renee’s unprovoked cattiness a few hours earlier.
I know what I said about my guilt over objectifying my characters, but I’d just like to take a moment and savor the idea of an outdoor swimwear campaign featuring Dennis . . . in swimwear . . .
Thanks. I needed that.
Slightly cropped Public Domain image of Marine Lance Cpl. Anthony M. Madonia participating in the Catoctin Mountain Triathlon on July 20, 2005, was taken by Marine Cpl. Earnest J. Barnes, who clearly has talent.