only a day passes.
i would have called woody, but he beats me.
"hello?"
a long moment passes.
"it's, uh, dan—ya know."
"oh? but the number says—"
"i'm using his phone. so hey."
"hey?"
"right. about that night..."
"mnh, okay. i apologize. i didn't even know who you were—if it was real. i don't know how you found me, but thank you. that was a kind thing to do, very nice."
he sounds concerned. "do you not remember anything? at all?"
i'm befuddled. "what do you mean? did something happen or...?"
"oh. no. not at all. no, no."
"hmm. well, i just realized now you're british, but your mom's not."
"nope. but my dad is. so i'll let you go, that's okay."
"oh, yeah. er, sure, bye." that's odd.
"take care, hey."
and dan hangs up.
i'm feeling bummed.
friend mark: 0
not even any over the damn phone.
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poor demi... anyway, i feel like dan is lying, wbu? i bet i'm right, not cos i'm the author but bc of, like, awesome intuition or something...m'hm. ;) comment your fav flower just bc: 🌻
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Historia Corta"...it's one thing to just up and leave without rational reason, but it's another for someone to follow her to another country-a total stranger." he thinks a minute. "not total, but sure. it is questionable. well, i came to find out why you kept run...
