Nelle called this morning. Just to catch up. We talked a bit about the Meklon debacle, and we made plans for Friday night.
She's going to kick me around some at the gym, and then come back to my place.
I'm going to try to cook something. That could be terrible.
We stared at each other for five minutes, knowing we should end the call, but neither of us wanting to be the one who did. Grinning like fools or silly teenagers.
Finally I did it. I'm looking forward to Friday.
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