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| ______ | I waited for your call like a cat slouched for prey. News that never broke out kept me rooted, impatient as hot lead. At the appointed hour, your mother took my message. I apologized for calling two hours later, heart crammed into a poolhall phonepiece. No, she's still out. Yes. I'll tell her. I took the long way home that night. And the night after. Though I'm still ahead in fuckups, it takes little to catch up. So let's get this straight-- if you want to fuck around, don't make dates. I'm old enough to cheat my pain, but too young to love you for it. ……Don't push it--be there at 10:30. ……And wear a skirt. No panties.
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