She called. Not that she, but the other she. And she had a lot to say about a lot of things. I am weak when she calls so I talk to her too. Who cares though, we're grown ups now, right? Two perfectly lonely grown ups with a history. That's normal too, I guess.
Why does nothing ever stay buried?
I'll try to do a better job of keeping you updated and stop being so cryptic but I just got off the phone and I'm still a little iffy right now. Hmph. I guess we'll see.
Monday, February 18, 2008
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